So my boss is this older, beautiful woman. She 's in her 40s, but has a fantastic body. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to risk doing anything pudden-head. In improver to my normal roles at the party, I take on a just peck of personal help stuff. While I hate that prospect of the role, she gives me the extra money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's nothing to kvetch about.

As a final result, I 'm in her life -- fixing her speech sound, watching her favourite, running her dry cleaning, etc. Several meter during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her photograph in the Hope of seeing her o.k. ass naked. A few month ago, I finally hit the jackpot. It was everything I could deliver wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed pussy. The whole 9 yards. When I found this, I was at her house working on putting together some furniture. I could n't help myself, and grabbed a pair of her clean scanty, jerked off in them, folded them neatly, and put them back in her drawer.

Today, I showed up at her sign bright and early, and went to fill some personal point of hers for errands. A few replication. Dry cleansing. Then she showed me a yoke of denim she ordered online and wanted to repay. The fit was n't proper, but she had ordered the Sami cut and size. We were in a bit of a precipitation, and with a cursory, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her jeans she was wearing, and went to put on the duad that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd grow around -- this was the first time she ever changed directly in figurehead of me -- or maybe she did n't care, but as soon as those pants dropped, my eyes locked on her perfect ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a stairway. I had jerked off in panty this ass had worn. I had seen nude person photos of this perfect, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the midget fabric thong was almost too a lot. She turned around and started, `` See the blue jean do not fit ... '', but then noticed my eyes, my jaw, and the growing bulge in my khaki.

'' Can I assist you ? '' she coyly asked. She stepped forward as her playful words hung in the way.

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively warm on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a casual raise to my eyebrow, and roguish tone in my eye.

She stepped forward. I reached for her. And it was all over.

She was in my arms in an second. Our back talk met, and our tongues seemed to dance for an eternity. I reached down and began to absent her jeans, pausing our kiss to attempt to deliver a singular line about her jean looking better on the flooring, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the piece of ass up and buss me. ``

I did as I was told. After all, she is the boss.

We collapsed down into her love seat, and wildly began to tear at each early's apparel. Before long, I was completely bare in front of her. She was down to her bra and lash.

She pushed me up -- I paused, wondering if this were the end and it were all too just to be true up. She looked up at me, and took my hard shaft into her mouth.

Now let me pause to say two facts of life :

1. The good capitulum I 've ever received was from a bigger miss. Maybe it was because her mouth was bigger. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big lady friend give keen head.
2. Older char come in a close second.

She began to generate me the best, loose-fitting, hottest blowjob of my 26 year on the planet. I could have finished right then and there, but I knew the best was yet to come, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my cock from her perfect, angelic mouth, and gently pushed her back into the erectile love bottom. My lips met hers again, and I began to withdraw the faint pieces of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my lips, tongue, and tooth began to explore every column inch of her neck, thorax, and stomach. I returned to her breast, loving, squeezing, and embracing her unadulterated nipples.

It was at this dot she moaned something about giving me a raise -- I responded, `` Should I film that up with HR ? '' -- a running joke in our modest company.

As I gave her perfect, C-cup chest the attention that they deserved, my hands moved down to her panties, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my fingers glossed over when I ran them over the outside of her pantie. I moved down to the floor, and got on my knees in between her legs. Her wetness soaked through the thin trip of framework keeping my backtalk from tasting her, but I ran my lingua across her covered kitty-cat all the same.

Lying back on the couch, she grabbed my tomentum, pulled my headway up, and began to lift her stage up towards one side of meat of her fountainhead. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a thread of cloth. She began to slowly pull her panties off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched wooden leg. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the entire `` unveiling. '' Yes, I wanted to roll in the hay her, taste her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to know that I wanted one thing : her.

She draped her leg around my shoulder, gradually lowered her other leg to the ground, and slowly pulled my brass into her pussycat. Without breaking eye contact, I began to clobber the edges of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moans as a cue to continue my exploration. Her middle closed, her head rolled back, and I took my cue to fully hug this beauty that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my oral examination exploration, I let my mitt run wild on the heavenly body that lay before me. I caressed her boob. I ran my hands across her stomach. I fingered her wet pussy. My finger's breadth trailed up to her lips and she graciously cleaned every dripping of her cum off of my digit. As I returned my hands back to my surface area of work, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this wonderful, dream-worthy fiasco. Slowly I began to mold one hand into her scissure, all the while cupping her ass. As my finger's breadth kept exploring, the tip of my middle finger finally found the delicate rosebud that was her mother fucker. I began to influence my finger against her golf hole, as my mouth ventured further into her pussy.

Her moans grew louder, her intimation quickened, and my case grew exponentially wetter until she began to vocally encourage my activity. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my knockout Bos was an anal retentive sex monstrosity. As I pondered my fortune, flicked my tongue against her clit, and continued to penetrate her ass further, she reached down with both hands and drove my grimace into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breathing spell prior, or else I might not have been capable to get up for air. She began to yell encouraging expletives as her climax arrived. Her body contracted -- the tension my middle finger's breadth felt as her SOB contracted against my fully buried finger's breadth was exceptional.

I removed my hand from her ass, and joined her on the lovemaking butt, at least for a moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our lover's nestle away from her cum blotto cushion. She led me by the hand, only briefly, then escaped my clasp and began to make her way up stair. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my view of her pegleg and ass. Halfway up the stairs, she paused, and bent over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her everlasting breasts with my hands, and pulled her upright piano. The back of her body met my chest, and I began to buss her neck until I met her lips again. My hands continued to tour her body, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed skin.

She reached back, grabbed my cock, and began to guide it into her slick magazine cunt. Our consistency joined and I slowly, passionately began to hump her from behind, with one hand cupping her breasts, and the former rubbing her clit. The rhythmical noise of our consistency clapping against one another echoed throughout her spacious row home, and I was certain that her neighbour could see at least our bodies collapse and collision, of not our moans and screams.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate adventure, but inverted comma melted away into animalistic pleasance. A few remained, one of which I will retell for you now ...

She turned towards me, met my lips, and casually told me as I fucked her from behind, `` I 've lusted for my body from the day I hired me. ``

I slyly responded, `` I wish I made my motion then. ``

She cooed, `` I bet we can make up for lost time. ``

After those countersign left her brim, I removed my dick from her and birl her consistence around. I raised her into my arms, and carried her up the remaining stairs towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a fleeting delay against the wall to kiss her rattling lips again. At this point, the feeling of having my boss pinned against the bulwark outside her bedroom was too much for me to deal. I took this opportunity to enter her yet again, and fuck wildly against her wall. Her nails dug into my back, and she moaned into my ear,"You're all mine."

I pounded away at her,"You get what you pay for."

At this point, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the doorway, collapsing into her low reliever. I climbed atop her, missionary position, and began to hit love to my boss. Our coming upon on the stair and against the paries were instinctual, rough, and primal, but this moment was sweet, fuck, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking here and now of my life with this womanhood, serving her every need, forgoing phratry, friends, and loved ones to check her company, her living, and our sustenance were ensured and taken guardianship of, but in that moment I knew that what I was feeling was something far more passionate than the 20 something year-old roll in the hay I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our movements slowed to a deliberate, meaningful tempo, but the screw we committed to at this minute was so real, so engrossing that I lost good sense of time, meaning, and of the earthly concern around me. Our breathing synced, I pulled back from her mouth, and stared into her eyes as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backcloth of Stanford White sheets that our bodies used as a sail, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a homo that I had long desired. In a biography full of letdown, this moment exceeded my tempestuous expectations. Our pace quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her pleasure, and met her with the same words. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than happy to oblige. By now, her hands were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our center locked yet again, and we began to get to a res publica of climax - together. With a few final exam drive, I collapsed into her.

Her hands grazed my body, as I lay beside my boss. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the breaking ball of her side - her perfectly hourglass figure displayed in an especial manner. I pulled her close, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the realism of what just transpired began to sink in. Realities often mean rue - but in this case that was far from the caseful. She reached for her phone and sent a few electronic mail - cancelled her afternoon meetings. In both a literal and figurative sentience,"The wagon train had already left the station."

My judgment was abuzz : What did this mean ? What's next ? Insecurity began to join me taking a rear end alongside inexperience and immaturity. Her phonation quickly dashed those thoughts as she asked,"Are you set up for round two ?"

She got up, and made her way out of the way. I watched her ass disappear down the residence hall. That ass…

I heard the hundred-year-old pipework begin to complain into military action as she turned on the shower spigot in the john down the G. Stanley Hall.

I opened my thinker's journal and began to craft a genial note -"Dear Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to publish. Her discussion broke my compactness,"Well ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .