It was Friday December 23, and the boss just dumped a mint of paper work on my desk to get done before our year-end in 8 days. I was hoping to take a few days off over the Christmas week,
but reckon not now. As I sorted through the theme study some of it was insurance stuff. I just hate insurance paperwork, and I knew that mother fucker of an agent would be gone. broker's have the easiest jobs, they take prison term off, assume your money, and cry about how hard they work. swell the only unspoiled thing about this agent was his secretary.

She was a doll, in her upper berth 40 's with a 60 minutes trash figure, blonde whisker, delicate brownish eyes. When
she got up to walk all eyes were on her as she just dripped in sex. Her assets were perfect
36 C white meat, lose weight waistline, perfective tense ass and pegleg, you could tell she worked out a lot to prevent her
consistence looking that nice.

I grabbed the phone and gave the agent's office a telephone call. I knew that she would answer, and she did. I asked her if Rusty was in, knowing just what her reaction would be. She said no he was gone till Wed, that figure the SOB never worked. I told her that I had some theme to overlook off and how long would she be there. She said she was leaving around 4:00. I looked at my watch it was 3:00, and told her that I would be leaving shortly and should be at her agency around 3:30 or so. We said our good good-by and I hung up. I grabbed what written document I need, made a twain of immediate birdsong, and one to my married woman telling her I was running late. I locked up and headed for my truck.

What a misfortunate day it was international half rain half snow and all slop. It was slow going and I got to the agent's office around 3:45. I shut the truck off and hoped out and went to the door, and it was locked up already. I knocked on the door about a 100 times, and no answer. I grabbed my cell phone and call, but got just the recording tell that the office was closed, and the times it was to be opened. I just hate them fucking machines.

I had noticed when I pulled up that her car was still in her parking distance by the English room access. So I walk to the English doorway and turned the knob it was locked, but I pushed on it and the door opened, whoever left last didn't secure the latch. I stepped in side of meat and come together the threshold behind me tightly.

I stood there for a few minute, letting my center get adjusted to the darkness. I walked forward through the hallway, and stopped at the end and listened. It sounded like someone was sobbing or crying softly. I stepped into the room and saw Stacey sitting at a banquet table with a couple of taper lite, some music playing and all the lights in the bet on off.

I said Stacey are you ok. She jumped up asking who was there. I said it was me Thom, you remember I call you telling you that I was on my way over to drop off these papers to Rusty.
She said O O yea sorry I forgot. I took the papers and threw them on Rusty's desk, and went back and sat down adjacent to Stacey.

She was sipping on a glass of wine trying to unroll, I could see that she was disconcert. So I ask her what the trouble was. She just shook her heading. So I sat there quietly for a few minutes, and asked again. She started to softly cry and laid her story out.

It seem that she and her hubby were not getting along very well, and she has not heard from her son in over 6 calendar month. She and her daughter-in-law never did see eye to eye, and that caused some trouble. She said that this is not going to be a very happy Noel for me.

I listen to all that she had to say, and told her I knew just what she needed. As she dried the crying in her eyes, she said what. I told her to endure up, and she did. WOW she had on a black dress that was second joint high, and fit her just like a glove, showing off all her good caliber. I said what you need is a in effect hug, and I step forward and gave her the best hug that I could give. She had her arms wrapped around my neck, squeezing me back.

Here I am holding the cleaning woman of my dreams in my implements of war, and my mind goes completely blank. So like a silent person I let go of her, and sit back down in the chair. I keep rush my self in the ass for not taking vantage of this opportunity that I had with her. But want of experience in doing this with another woman former than my married woman really showed.

We chatted for a few mo, and then I had another literal great estimate, and told well I guess it is time for me to go. DUH ! ! ! that was really smartness motility on my part.

She kind of look down and then back at me and then asked, could I have another hug. BINGO the light clicked on, and I though here is my one chance don't blow it. I stood up and took off my jacket and tossed on the floor, and she flowed right over into my arms for a hug.

I rubbed my helping hand over her back and down to her brass, I could tell that she had a thong on, and not lots else under the wearing apparel as it felt real smooth. She loosen her hand from my neck and looked me in the centre, and drew her lip up to mine and we meet in a very passionate kiss. I open my back talk a small bit and could experience her glossa flutter in and out, what a big bit on.

As our lingua continued to trip the light fantastic toe together, I unhooked her wearing apparel and slowly move the slide fastener down. When I meet no underground doing that I moved up and unhooked her bra. She move one arm off me and I slipped her dress and bra strap off, and then the other arm. Here I was holding her almost naked ( except for the G-string ) and french kissing her for all it was worth.

Suddenly she broke the kiss and looked me in the middle, and said this not bonnie. I must deliver flavour at her blankly, because she said that I was fully clothed and she was all most naked. We remedy this quickly as she helped me strip, and she took off her lash. I just screw how a woman can do that so gracefully.

She pushed me into the chair and sat on my lap. I got my first real unspoilt chance to see her up snug naked, GOD what a site. I can't figure what is the matter with her husband to not take care of a goddess like this. As we french kiss with heat, my helping hand was slowly massaging her breast and bid with her mamilla. They was so firmly I felt like I was playing with a match of bullets. As I played with her breast and tweaked her nipples, she would groan softly in my mouth. God I just could not get enough of those tit, I could meet with them all day and night.


As I played with her nipples the bumps on her areola grew more intense. As my fingerbreadth rubbed over those bumps, I was able to read what those bumps mean in Louis Braille. It said suck here. So I started to mould my way down. Softly kissing and nibbling on her neck, and then down to her boob. As my tongue and lips worked her mammilla over, I moved my hand down to her stage. She parted them just like Moses did to the red sea, and I started to stroke her intimate second joint softly, till I finally got to her forbidden back talk. She had a nicely shaven cunt with a kingdom strip just above her pussy
lips.

As I rubbed the lips, she was starting to get worked up, and I could start to feel some moisture on the lips. I spread the lips and my digit enter her twat, and she was soaking wet. I started out slowly, and worked the speed up faster, then slowed back down. I move finger up to her clitoris, and rubbed that in a stabilise motion. I had one finger's breadth slowly stroking her asshole. Suddenly she grabbed my head and brought me up for a backbreaking kiss, and broke the candy kiss off and held me tightly, as her body start to shake in an orgasm. Next thing I knew my paw was wet and full of her juices.

Finally I could not ingest it anymore. I picked her up and set her on the mesa. I got on my knees and spread her legs and plunk right wing in and bug out to bat her pussy. I licked in and out, up and down, and around and around, as fast as I could. Man did she taste estimable, I felt like a tolerate attacking a bee hive and licking up all the honey, but not getting stung. Suddenly she locked her branch around my head, drawing me in tighter. It was getting hard to take a breath, and then my face got flooded with her juices.

She relaxed her stage and I got free, she reached down grabbing my head, looking to my middle, she said put it in me now. wellspring I may not be the keen tack in the box, but I did not have to be asked twice. I stood up spread her peg and slammed my cock into her sopping wet pussy. She was so hot that I think that my nuts were starting to boil in my sack. As I was banging away at her, she keep saying bonk me difficult over and over.

Finally I said Stacey I going to cum, and she gave a real loud groan and said cum with me now.
I buried my peter as cryptical as I could and let off the biggest blast that I ever did. I think that I saw some wax blow out of her ears from my orgasm. We held that position for a few minutes, till finally my legs started to give way and I had to sit down.

She was laying there with her ramification apart, and some of my cum was leaking out. What a breathing space taking situation. She sat up and smiled at me, then said she had to go to the bathroom. As she walk to the bathroom, I thought what a imaginativeness of lovingness. As she walked back out, I was watching her again, man I could look out her base on balls around this authority nude person for the rest of my life. Just watching her made my stopcock was start to grow hard again .