One morning after shopping, while sipping a curtly black in a chocolate shop in a fashionable beach face suburb, a cleaning woman who I had met socially a few times came and sat beside me. We discussed the usual mundane topics middle aged cleaning lady do, like the weather condition, children, involvement rate, houses and similar petty topics.

‘ Would you like to fare and see our new home. It has a terrific vista over the bay,'Denise asked with a broad wide of the mark smile, taking me by surprise.

For the first time I looked very closely at her, taking in her appearance, and very casual but expensive and unpretentious clothes. Even in her ‘ dressed down'smell Denise was a very beneficial looking char, and it was obvious she had a well go on figure under her clothes.

‘ Why not,'I smiled. ‘ Lead the way in your car and I will comply you.'

Ten minutes later we were admiring the view from the sun deck. ‘ I love sun bathing here on days like this,'Denise said, watching me very closely, as she undid two push button at the top of her blouse. ‘ In summertime I love to get an all over tan. This summer has been good. My tan is the considerably I have had in years.'

I almost felt that Denise was daring me to to ask her to show me just how good her tan was. Instead I asked, ‘ show me the eternal sleep of the house ?'

Denise took my paw and led me back inside. I was intrigued by the way she took my hand in her long digit, but surprisingly did not finger uncomfortable about it.

As we walked through the relaxation of the house Denise ‘ accidentally'rubbed against me several meter, each prison term taking my hand again, as if for reassurance.

While this was going on I looked at Denise even more closely than I had before. She made the to the highest degree of looks which depended on her brilliantly sun tanned hide contrasting with her fair, blondish hairsbreadth, which she wore down to her shoulders.

She had long well formed stage, it seemed from the tight fitting clean cotton slackness she wore, and a very good, firm and well forge fanny. As I looked again at her creamy silk blouse, which now had a number of button undone, I could see an exquisite cleavage and obviously good size of it titmouse. As I looked even more closely at her blouse it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra and that her nipples were very vertical against the soft silk.

I had never had an involvement with another fair sex, but must admit to fantasizing and wondering about one, on a act of juncture in the past. At that particular proposition minute the thinking of Denise making a passing at me was a very exciting prospect.

The tour progressed as Denise pointed out the Adam mantelpiece, Waterford glasswork, Persian rugs, Thomas Chippendale dining suite, and next the master bedroom, with sight over the bay.

Denise sat on the sharpness of vast four post-horse bed with a canopy over it. ‘ seminal fluid and sit her and look up to the view with me,'she asked with what I thought was an edge to her articulation.

As she extended her manus I took it and joined her on the bed, not altogether sure of myself and wondering deep down what all this might be leading to. At the same time contribution of me was saying, ‘ go with the flow if she makes a move.'I kept telling myself to intromit the candidate of something like this happening was something I had been wanting to try for a farsighted sentence, and perhaps this was to be the day. fortune is bigger than all of us my husband used to say.

Idly as I absorbed the view Denise licked the fingers on my compensate hand, her social movement becoming more rapid. Next she circled my palm with a very wet digit. ‘ Like the view ?, she said boldly unbuttoning another clit on her blouse with her free helping hand as I watched, ineffective to speak. By now her blouse was held closed by just one push at its Base and I could finger myself becoming excited by the the mint of her gorgeous cleavage, and as she moved I could see all her tits and the very vertical mamilla on each.

Denise kept circling my decoration, sending unmistakably denotative messages and signals. ‘ You like that, don't you ?'

Just like a man would, Denise then put one arm around my waistline while she bent and brushed my neck opening with a serial publication of little, very wet osculation. ‘ I can blockade if you want me to ... No ? Good.'

‘ Let's start by getting rid of your shoes,'Denise said kicking them off.

‘ Close your eyes. Let me commove you and take you to new places. I could separate just by looking at you today, that you were ready for me.'

At the Lapp metre I closed my eyes and very excited I could feel Denise unbuttoning my blouse and unhooking my bra.

‘ Wow. You have superb boob. Even better than I thought they would be. Compared to me you are almost lily clean. I love it. Beautiful browned nipples against big, gorgeous nose candy clean tits,'she said whacking and kissing each in crook, her fingers teasing the other as she did.

‘ Your nipples like what I'm doing. They are as voiceless as bullets - big bullets. I wish you knew how much this is turning me on. This all for you Denise. You don't have to do anything. Just lie back and enjoy and let me look at you,'she whispered in a very agitated voice, pushing my head back onto three pillows.

The pillows were high enough for me to watch Denise's every move as I opened my eyes again, watching her lick and kiss my arouse nipples.

As she unbuttoned the sash of my skirt and slipped it off with one gentle movement, she sucked on my fingerbreadth again, leaving me more mad than I thought I could ever be.

Denise surrounded each of my tit with all her fingers, delicately teasing them even more than I thought possible.

‘ Do you like watching me puzzle out your fabulous mammilla ?'I was almost screaming at her, for her to suck them some more as she started to lick and suck on them again. She fastened her mouth on each in turn with luxurious leisure, flicking the detail of her tongue all over them, pulling with her lips and her total knife, until I was so turned on it was almost painful.

My eyes were closed again as I felt Denise starting to take off the rest of my dress. She cradled my head word in her left arm and with the early reached down, with a trace I could barely register, but which at the Sami meter was madenly arousing, over my newly shaved slit and pubic hair.

‘ clear your eyes and determine me discase Denise. Better still help me.'

She stood close to me and put my fingerbreadth on the remaining button of her blouse. Our ravel finger slowly removed her blouse and she stepped back for effect and my benefit as she dropped it to the floor, at the same prison term cupping each of her mamilla with her handwriting. ‘ You like ?'knowing full well what my answer would be.

Her suntan really was as secure as she had said. It suited her hide and she had the complexion to go with it. ‘ Now the zip,'she said turning her back to me so I could help with her drop-off. Very energise by now I pulled them down to her ankle joint, running both my hand over her smooth wooden leg. Underneath she wore a bantam pair of gabardine silk pants, which were only about one centimetre full at the English, further accentuating her sun tan. She motioned for me to remove those as well, not saying a word.

Her completely naked body was just as I had imagined, and completely sun tanned, not a white daub anywhere.

As if sensing no protest from me as I closed my eyes again, she straddled me, one genu on either slope of my coxa. I opened my eyes to watch fascinated at this new experience as she sat back nude on her heels and devoted herself to gliding her fingertips all the way down my second joint and calf and back again.

‘ I love your body,'Denise said as I opened my eyes again.

‘ I like yours too,'I said smiling encouragement, intent on playing the passive partner to the hilt for my uttermost pleasure.

As she licked and kissed my tits some more I took her hand.

‘ No. Let me. You are not ready yet.'

By now I was sure I was moaning imploringly as she caressed the cutis inside the top of my thigh, her fingers reaching mellow and higher until they fluttering at the rim of my cunt. I could not help moaning and opening my stage, and I felt sure Denise could see how wet I was for her, as well as smell it.

I was watching very closely now as Denise crouched low over my cunt and and started blowing on my pubic haircloth. I could finger the hair parting with her breath on my swell up button. At last she reached out with her clapper and making it into a level, she darted it again and again at my core. Sometimes she sucked it with her whole mouth, sometimes just licking it with a dismount flickering touch.

All I felt like saying was, ‘ ass me, for God's sake fuck me, Denise,'which I am certain I did. I watched fascinated as Denise knitted the three middle digit of her left hand together, and worked them several inches up between my ramification. As I strained frantically forward and upward, Denise kneeling, bent again and took my vulva into her, hot, greedy spacious mouth, sucking rhythmically on my clitoris at the same time as she slid her three fingers in and out. Sometimes it was only an column inch or two, sometimes as far as she could go.

I was only aware of the most intense delectation. Her digit in my vagina producing a unfeelingness and knobbiness of stimulation that even the biggest, hardest cock never could. The sucking, the teasing, was like nothing I had ever believed possible. I felt myself pausing on the boundary of orgasm, pausing, pausing and then coming into Denise's mouthpiece with a bursting rush and widening pond of spasms which made me scream in incredulous abandon.

While I was still throbbing and jerking my hips forward, Denise threw herself on me, kissing me for the first prison term on my dry, unfold back talk, pressing her vulva, lightly covered with saturnine hair, into my os pubis. At the same time she cupped my business firm fleshy posterior in both her hands and rubbed relentlessly, until she she came quickly into the masterly sexual climax she had been holding back for so long.

Later as we dressed, Denise said,'You look fabulous ’. ‘ Do something for me. allow for your pants here. When you leave wear nothing under your annulus. you can remember of me all the way home then. And I will have something to think you by. volition you ?'

Later that night when my hubby arrived home he wondered what caused the sudden upsurge of interest in my sex drive. It was a tenacious sentence since I had met him at the door without my pants on and seduced him .