So my boss is this older, beautiful charwoman. She 's in her 40s, but has a antic body. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to risk doing anything stupid person. In add-on to my normal roles at the companionship, I take on a good mickle of personal assistant material. While I hate that view of the role, she gives me the extra money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's zip to complain about.

As a solution, I 'm in her life -- fixing her phone, watching her positron emission tomography, running her dry cleaning, etc. Several fourth dimension during my iPhone fix, I 've perused her photo in the promise of seeing her mulct ass naked. A few calendar month ago, I finally hit the jackpot. It was everything I could have wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed pussy. The all 9 1000. When I found this, I was at her sign of the zodiac working on putting together some article of furniture. I could n't help myself, and grabbed a couplet of her clean panties, 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 withdraw some personal items of hers for errands. A few income tax return. Dry cleaning. Then she showed me a pair of dungaree she ordered online and wanted to return. The fit was n't decent, but she had ordered the same cut and sizing. We were in a bit of a hurry, and with a casual, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her jeans she was wearing, and went to put on the pair that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd turn around -- this was the number one time she ever changed directly in front of me -- or maybe she did n't wish, but as soon as those drawers dropped, my eyes locked on her perfect ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a stairway. I had jerked off in panties this ass had worn. I had seen nude photo of this perfect, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glimpse of her ass enveloped in the tiniest framework thong 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 avail you ? '' she coyly asked. She stepped forward as her playful words hung in the room.

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively speedy on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a casual climb to my brow, and devilish tone in my eye.

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

She was in my branch in an instant. Our backtalk met, and our glossa seemed to dance for an eternity. I reached down and began to remove her jeans, pausing our candy kiss to set about to deliver a funny product line about her jeans looking better on the floor, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the fuck up and kiss me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her love hindquarters, and wildly began to bust at each other's wearing apparel. Before long, I was completely nude sculpture in social movement of her. She was down to her bra and thong.

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

Now let me pause to say two facts of life :

1. The salutary head I 've ever received was from a larger fille. Maybe it was because her back talk was bigger. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big girls give groovy head.
2. older women come in a close second.

She began to impart me the outflank, haphazard, blistering blowjob of my 26 years on the planet. I could have finished right then and there, but I knew the unspoilt was yet to come, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my hammer from her perfect, angelic rima oris, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love seat. My backtalk met hers again, and I began to remove the deliquium small-arm of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra clutches released, my lips, lingua, and teeth began to search every column inch of her neck, bureau, and stomach. I returned to her boob, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect mamilla.

It was at this item she moaned something about giving me a raise -- I responded, `` Should I take that up with HR ? '' -- a track joke in our small company.

As I gave her perfect tense, C-cup breasts the care that they deserved, my paw moved down to her step-in, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my finger's breadth glossed over when I ran them over the exterior of her step-in. I moved down to the floor, and got on my stifle in between her legs. Her wetness soaked through the thin slip of material keeping my mouth from tasting her, but I ran my glossa across her covered pussy all the same.

Lying back on the lounge, she grabbed my hair, pulled my oral sex up, and began to uprise her legs up towards one side of her pass. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a thread of material. She began to slowly rip her panties off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched peg. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my heart never left hers throughout the stallion `` entry. '' 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 articulatio humeri, gradually lowered her other leg to the ground, and slowly pulled my expression into her pussy. Without breaking eye link, I began to work the edges of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moan as a cue to continue my exploration. Her eyes closed, her head rolled back, and I took my cue to fully embrace this stunner that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my oral exploration, I let my bridge player run wild on the heavenly torso that lay before me. I caressed her titty. I ran my mitt across her abdomen. I fingered her wet cunt. My fingers trailed up to her backtalk and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my fingers. As I returned my manpower back to my area of work, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this fantastic, dream-worthy fiasco. Slowly I began to work one hand into her snap, all the while cupping her ass. As my digit kept exploring, the tip of my middle finger finally found the ticklish rosebud that was her SOB. I began to form my finger's breadth against her hole, as my backtalk ventured further into her pussy.

Her moan grew louder, her hint quickened, and my face grew exponentially wetter until she began to vocally boost my actions. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my knockout genus Bos was an anal sex nut. As I pondered my fortune, flicked my tongue against her button, and continued to fathom her ass further, she reached down with both manus and drove my face into her encourage. Fortunately, I had taken a breath prior, or else I might not suffer been able to amount up for air. She began to yell encouraging cuss as her orgasm arrived. Her trunk contracted -- the stress my heart fingerbreadth felt as her asshole contracted against my fully buried finger was exceptional.

I removed my mitt from her ass, and joined her on the lovemaking seat, at least for a consequence. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our lover's nest away from her cum soaked cushion. She led me by the hand, only briefly, then escaped my clench and began to make her way up stairs. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my view of her legs and ass. Halfway up the stairs, she paused, and bent over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her consummate breasts with my work force, and pulled her upright. The back of her body met my chest, and I began to kiss her neck until I met her sassing again. My hands continued to tour her body, feeling every in of her beautiful, sun kissed skin.

She reached back, grabbed my cock, and began to guide it into her guileful slit. Our torso joined and I slowly, passionately began to fuck her from behind, with one hand cupping her titty, and the other rubbing her clit. The rhythmic noise of our physical structure clapping against one another echoed throughout her spacious row house, and I was sure that her neighbour could pick up at to the lowest degree our bodies wreck and collision, of not our groan and screams.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate adventure, but quote melted away into animalistic pleasure. A few remained, one of which I will fictionalise 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 trunk from the day I hired me. ``

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

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

After those lyric left her lips, I removed my tool from her and spun her organic structure around. I raised her into my limb, and carried her up the remaining steps towards her sleeping room. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a momentary time lag against the wall to kiss her wonderful lips again. At this dot, the feeling of having my gaffer pinned against the wall 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 spine, 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 consume comfort. I climbed atop her, missional position, and began to lay down love to my boss. Our encounter on the stairs and against the wall were instinctual, grating, and central, but this moment was fresh, be intimate, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking moment of my life with this woman, serving her every need, forgoing sept, friends, and loved ones to ensure her company, her life, and our livelihoods were ensured and taken attention of, but in that moment I knew that what I was feeling was something far more passionate than the 20 something year-old ass I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our motion slowed to a deliberate, meaningful pace, but the shtup we committed to at this moment was so real, so engrossing that I lost sensory faculty of meter, substance, and of the earth around me. Our breathing synced, I pulled back from her sass, and stared into her eye as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the background of white sheets that our bodies used as a canvas, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a human that I had long desired. In a aliveness to the full of letdowns, this moment exceeded my wildest 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 felicitous to hold. By now, her men were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our center locked yet again, and we began to reach a state of orgasm - together. With a few final thrusts, I collapsed into her.

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

After we woke, the realities of what just transpired began to sink in. Realities often mean regret - but in this instance that was far from the case. She reached for her telephone and sent a few emails - cancelled her afternoon merging. In both a actual and figurative sense,"The train had already left the station."

My judgement was abuzz : What did this mean ? What's next ? Insecurity began to join me taking a seat alongside inexperience and immatureness. Her voice quickly dashed those thoughts as she asked,"Are you set up for one shot 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 pipes begin to kick into natural process as she turned on the shower faucet in the bathroom down the hall.

I opened my mind's journal and began to craft a mental note -"love Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to write. Her language broke my assiduity,"Well ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .