So my boss is this honest-to-goodness, beautiful char. She 's in her 40s, but has a fantastic body. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to risk doing anything stupid. In add-on to my pattern roles at the society, I take on a good deal of personal assistant stuff. While I hate that view of the role, she gives me the extra money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's cypher to kvetch about.

As a consequence, I 'm in her spirit -- fixing her phone, watching her pets, running her dry cleaning, etc. various times during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her photograph in the hope of seeing her fine ass naked. A few calendar month ago, I finally hit the jackpot. It was everything I could have wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed kitty-cat. The entirely 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 duad of her light pantie, jerked off in them, folded them neatly, and put them back in her drawer.

Today, I showed up at her house bright and early, and went to take some personal token of hers for errands. A few returns. Dry cleaning. Then she showed me a yoke of jean she ordered online and wanted to return. The fit was n't right, but she had ordered the same cut and size. We were in a bit of a hurry, and with a everyday, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her dungaree she was wearing, and went to put on the pair that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd release around -- this was the first time she ever changed directly in front of me -- or maybe she did n't care, but as soon as those knickers dropped, my eyes locked on her stark ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a staircase. I had jerked off in panties this ass had worn. I had seen nude person picture of this perfect tense, heavenly ass. But finally getting a coup d'oeil of her ass enveloped in the tiniest cloth lash was almost too much. She turned around and started, `` See the jeans do not fit ... '', but then noticed my eyes, my jaw, and the growing bulge in my khakis.

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

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively quick on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a nonchalant raise to my brow, and rascally feeling in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an split second. Our back talk met, and our tongues seemed to dance for an timelessness. I reached down and began to polish off her dungaree, pausing our osculation to assay to deliver a curious line about her jean looking better on the floor, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the roll in the hay up and kiss me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her love tush, and wildly began to tear at each former's clothes. Before long, I was completely naked in front of her. She was down to her bra and flip-flop.

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

Now let me break to say two facts of life history :

1. The best pass I 've ever received was from a larger girl. Maybe it was because her mouth was great. Maybe it was because she had no gag instinctive reflex. But all I know is big young lady give great head.
2. sure-enough cleaning lady come in a close instant.

She began to reach me the advantageously, marshy, hottest cock sucking of my 26 years on the satellite. I could have finished right then and there, but I knew the best was yet to get, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my cock from her perfect tense, angelic oral cavity, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous passion seat. My lips met hers again, and I began to take out the faint musical composition of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my backtalk, tongue, and teeth began to explore every inch of her neck, chest of drawers, and abdomen. I returned to her tit, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect nipples.

It was at this point she moaned something about giving me a hike -- I responded, `` Should I take that up with HR ? '' -- a running joke in our minor company.

As I gave her perfect, C-cup breasts the tending that they deserved, my paw 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 panties. I moved down to the floor, and got on my knees in between her stage. Her wetness soaked through the thin shimmy of textile keeping my lips from tasting her, but I ran my glossa across her embrace pussy all the same.

Lying back on the couch, she grabbed my fuzz, pulled my drumhead up, and began to reverse her peg up towards one side of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and puss, covered in almost a screw thread of material. She began to slowly pull her panties off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched stage. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the entire `` first appearance. '' Yes, I wanted to fuck 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 early leg to the flat coat, and slowly pulled my side into her pussycat. Without breaking eye contact, I began to lick the edges of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moans as a cue to preserve my exploration. Her oculus closed, her head rolled back, and I took my cue to fully embrace this beauty that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my oral exploration, I let my hands run wild on the heavenly soundbox that lay before me. I caressed her breasts. I ran my hands across her stomach. I fingered her wet pussy. My fingerbreadth trailed up to her rim and she graciously cleaned every dribble of her cum off of my finger's breadth. 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 debacle. Slowly I began to work one handwriting into her crack, all the while cupping her ass. As my fingers kept exploring, the tip of my midriff finger finally found the soft rosebud that was her asshole. I began to work my finger against her kettle of fish, as my mouth ventured further into her pussy.

Her moan grew louder, her breathing space quickened, and my face grew exponentially wetter until she began to vocally boost my natural process. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my knockout party boss was an anal sex freak. As I pondered my luck, flicked my glossa against her clit, and continued to dawn her ass further, she reached down with both manpower and push my look into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breath prior, or else I might not ingest been able to come up for air. She began to yell encouraging curse as her orgasm arrived. Her body contracted -- the tautness my middle finger felt as her asshole contracted against my fully buried digit was exceptional.

I removed my bridge player from her ass, and joined her on the sexual love seat, at least for a moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our buff's cuddle away from her cum soaked cushion. She led me by the hand, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to make her way up stairs. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my perspective of her legs and ass. Halfway up the step, she paused, and knack over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her perfect breast with my hands, and pulled her unsloped. The back of her eubstance met my chest, and I began to kiss her neck opening until I met her brim 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 head it into her slip pussy. Our consistency joined and I slowly, passionately began to know her from behind, with one hand cupping her breasts, and the other rubbing her clit. The rhythmical noise of our soundbox clapping against one another echoed throughout her spacious row place, and I was sure that her neighbour could hear at least our consistence wreck and collision, of not our moans and screams.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate dangerous undertaking, but quotes melted away into animalistic pleasure. A few remained, one of which I will ingeminate for you now ...

She turned towards me, met my lip, 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 move then. ``

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

After those words left her lips, I removed my peter from her and spun her physical structure around. I raised her into my arms, and carried her up the remaining stairs towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the stair, and I took a momentary time lag against the paries to snog her grand mouth again. At this point, the feeling of having my boss pinned against the wall outside her bedchamber was too very much for me to treat. I took this opportunity to figure her yet again, and fuck wildly against her rampart. Her nails dug into my rear, and she moaned into my ear,"You're all mine."

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

At this power point, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the doorway, collapsing into her down sympathizer. I climbed atop her, missionary position, and began to hold love to my boss. Our encounter on the step and against the wall were instinctual, rough, and primal, but this moment was dulcet, eff, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking minute of my life with this cleaning woman, serving her every need, forgoing family, friends, and loved ones to ensure her fellowship, her life, and our livelihoods were ensured and taken fear of, but in that moment I knew that what I was feeling was something far more passionate than the 20 something year-old fucks I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our movements slowed to a deliberate, meaningful tread, but the fucking we committed to at this minute was so real, so engrossing that I lost gumption of time, meaning, and of the earth around me. Our breathing synced, I pulled back from her rima oris, and stared into her middle as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backdrop of white sheets that our bodies used as a canvas, I realized I was fucking a chef-d'oeuvre of a human that I had long desired. In a animation entire of letdown, this instant exceeded my tempestuous outlook. Our pace quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her pleasure, and met her with the same Scripture. 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 optic locked yet again, and we began to arrive at a state of climax - together. With a few terminal thrusts, I collapsed into her.

Her hands browse my physical structure, as I lay beside my honcho. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the curve of her position - her perfectly hourglass figure displayed in an special manner. I pulled her close, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the realities of what just transpired began to bury in. Realities often mean regret - but in this instance that was far from the case. She reached for her phone and sent a few emails - cancelled her afternoon meetings. In both a literal and nonliteral sentiency,"The train had already left the station."

My intellect was abuzz : What did this mean ? What's next ? Insecurity began to join me taking a bum alongside inexperience and immaturity. Her vocalization quickly dashed those thoughts as she asked,"Are you set up for unit of ammunition two ?"

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

I heard the hundred-year-old tobacco pipe begin to kick back into action at law as she turned on the exhibitioner faucet in the bathroom down the hall.

I opened my intellect's diary and began to craft a genial bank note -"lamb Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to write. Her Christian Bible broke my engrossment,"well ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .