So my boss is this older, beautiful woman. She 's in her 40s, but has a grand dead body. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to adventure doing anything poor fish. In plus to my normal function at the company, I take on a good quite a little of personal supporter stuff. While I hate that aspect 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 answer, I 'm in her life -- fixing her phone, watching her favorite, running her dry cleaning, etc. Several meter during my iPhone hangout, I 've perused her photos 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 slit. The unharmed 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 twain of her clean step-in, jerked off in them, folded them neatly, and put them back in her drawer.

Today, I showed up at her house bright and former, and went to take some personal items of hers for errands. A few take. Dry cleansing. Then she showed me a pair of denim she ordered online and wanted to take back. The fit was n't right hand, but she had ordered the same cut and size. We were in a bit of a haste, and with a casual, `` 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 turn around -- this was the outset time she ever changed directly in front man of me -- or maybe she did n't care, but as soon as those drawers dropped, my eyes locked on her gross ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a staircase. I had jerked off in panty this ass had worn. I had seen nude photos of this pure, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the diminutive material thong was almost too often. She turned around and started, `` See the denim do not fit ... '', but then noticed my eyes, my jaw, and the growing protuberance in my khakis.

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

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively nimble on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a free-and-easy rise to my eyebrow, and mephistophelian look in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an instant. Our backtalk met, and our clapper seemed to dance for an eternity. I reached down and began to take away her jeans, pausing our kiss to set about to fork over a funny seam about her jeans looking better on the floor, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the fuck up and osculate me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her passion seat, and wildly began to displume at each early's clothes. Before long, I was completely nude in front 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 proficient to be true. She looked up at me, and took my intemperate stopcock into her mouth.

Now let me hesitate to say two facts of lifetime :

1. The skilful head I 've ever received was from a large girl. Maybe it was because her mouth was large. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big girls give great head.
2. Older women come in a near second.

She began to give me the best, sloughy, hottest blowjob of my 26 year on the major planet. I could experience finished right then and there, but I knew the best was yet to amount, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my dick from her perfect, angelic lip, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love seat. My back talk met hers again, and I began to remove the faint pieces of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my lips, tongue, and teeth began to explore every inch of her neck, bureau, and stomach. I returned to her breasts, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect nipples.

It was at this point she moaned something about giving me a heave -- I responded, `` Should I take that up with HR ? '' -- a operative jocularity in our diminished company.

As I gave her perfective, C-cup white meat the aid 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 panties. I moved down to the floor, and got on my knees in between her legs. Her wetness soaked through the thin shimmy of fabric keeping my lip from tasting her, but I ran my natural language across her covered pussy all the same.

Lying back on the couch, she grabbed my hair, pulled my head up, and began to raise her legs up towards one side of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a screw thread of cloth. She began to slowly pull out her panties off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched branch. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eye never left hers throughout the intact `` unveiling. '' Yes, I wanted to love her, predilection 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 dry land, and slowly pulled my boldness into her snatch. Without breaking eye contact, I began to work out the edges of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moan as a cue to stay my geographic expedition. Her eyes closed, her head rolled back, and I took my cue to fully comprehend this beauty that lay before me. She tasted unbelievable.

As I continued my oral exam geographic expedition, I let my hands run wild on the heavenly body that lay before me. I caressed her breasts. I ran my custody across her stomach. I fingered her wet kitty. My fingers trailed up to her lips and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my finger's breadth. As I returned my hand back to my region of work, I began to gouge and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this wonderful, dream-worthy debacle. Slowly I began to work one hand into her crack, all the while cupping her ass. As my fingerbreadth kept exploring, the tip of my middle finger finally found the delicate rosebud that was her shit. I began to work my fingerbreadth against her fix, as my sassing ventured further into her pussy.

Her moan grew louder, her breath quickened, and my nerve grew exponentially wetter until she began to vocally advance my actions. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my mantrap boss was an anal retentive sex junkie. As I pondered my hazard, flicked my clapper against her clit, and continued to bottom her ass further, she reached down with both paw and drove my face into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breather prior, or else I might not have been able to arrive up for air. She began to holler encouraging oath as her climax arrived. Her organic structure contracted -- the latent hostility my middle finger felt as her whoreson contracted against my fully buried finger was exceptional.

I removed my manus from her ass, and joined her on the love seat, at to the lowest degree for a moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our lover's cuddle away from her cum soak 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 aspect of her legs and ass. Halfway up the stairs, she paused, and bent grass over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her perfect breasts with my paw, and pulled her just. The back of her body met my chest, and I began to kiss her cervix until I met her rim again. My workforce continued to tour her body, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed hide.

She reached back, grabbed my cock, and began to guide it into her slick pussy. Our soundbox joined and I slowly, passionately began to fuck her from behind, with one bridge player cupping her breasts, and the other rubbing her clit. The rhythmical racket of our soundbox clapping against one another echoed throughout her broad row home, and I was for certain that her neighbors could find out at least our bodies crash and hit, of not our moans and screams.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate adventure, but quotes melted away into animalistic pleasure. 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 physical structure 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 shaft from her and spun her body around. I raised her into my blazonry, and carried her up the remaining stairs towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the stair, and I took a fleeting delay against the paries to kiss her grand sass again. At this point in time, the feeling of having my foreman pinned against the wall outside her bedroom was too much for me to handle. I took this opportunity to accede her yet again, and fuck wildly against her paries. Her nail 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 stage, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the doorway, collapsing into her down comforter. I climbed atop her, missionary position, and began to get dearest to my political boss. Our encounter on the steps and against the wall were instinctual, rocky, and central, but this instant was Henry Sweet, loving, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking moment of my living with this woman, serving her every need, forgoing kinsfolk, friends, and loved ones to guarantee her company, her aliveness, and our livelihoods were ensured and taken care of, but in that second 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 motion slowed to a deliberate, meaningful gait, but the fucking we committed to at this moment was so real, so engrossing that I lost common sense of time, meaning, and of the earth around me. Our ventilation synced, I pulled back from her mouth, and stared into her eyes 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 masterpiece of a homo that I had long desired. In a life-time full of letdowns, this moment exceeded my wildest expectations. Our gait 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 interior of her, and I was more than glad to accommodate. By now, her hands were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our heart locked yet again, and we began to reach a state of coming - together. With a few final thrusting, 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 curve of her side - her perfectly hourglass frame displayed in an exceptional style. I pulled her close, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the realness of what just transpired began to subside in. Realities often mean rue - but in this instance that was far from the eccentric. She reached for her earphone and sent a few electronic mail - cancelled her good afternoon merging. In both a literal error and figural sense,"The train had already left the station."

My brain 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 make for round 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 action as she turned on the cascade spigot in the bathroom down the hall.

I opened my mind's journal and began to craft a mental note -"dear Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to drop a line. Her words broke my concentration,"fountainhead ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .