So my hirer is this onetime, beautiful adult female. She 's in her 40s, but has a fantastic body. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to lay on the line doing anything stupid. In summation to my normal roles at the company, I take on a trade good flock of personal assistant hooey. While I hate that aspect of the purpose, she gives me the excess money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's nothing to complain about.

As a consequence, I 'm in her life sentence -- fixing her speech sound, watching her pets, running her dry cleaning, etc. Several fourth dimension during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her exposure in the hope of seeing her fine ass naked. A few months ago, I finally hit the jackpot. It was everything I could own wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed pussycat. The unhurt 9 pace. When I found this, I was at her household working on putting together some furniture. I could n't help myself, and grabbed a pair 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 too soon, and went to take some personal items of hers for errands. A few returns. Dry cleansing. Then she showed me a pair of jeans she ordered online and wanted to return. The fit was n't right on, but she had ordered the same cut and size. We were in a bit of a rushing, and with a free-and-easy, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her denim she was wearing, and went to put on the brace that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd turn around -- this was the kickoff time she ever changed directly in forepart of me -- or maybe she did n't like, but as soon as those pants dropped, my eyes locked on her utter 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 photo of this sodding, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the tiniest framework thong was almost too lots. She turned around and started, `` See the dungaree do not fit ... '', but then noticed my eyes, my jaw, and the growing bulge in my khakis.

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

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively immediate on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a casual hike to my eyebrow, and devilish spirit in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an instant. Our lips met, and our tongues seemed to dance for an eternity. I reached down and began to murder her jeans, pausing our candy kiss to attempt to pitch a rum line about her dungaree 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 place, and wildly began to rupture at each early's dress. Before foresightful, 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 good to be honest. She looked up at me, and took my hard cock into her mouth.

Now let me hesitate to say two facts of life :

1. The best caput I 've ever received was from a gravid lady friend. Maybe it was because her mouth was bigger. Maybe it was because she had no gag instinctive reflex. But all I know is big girls give peachy head.
2. Older women come in a stuffy minute.

She began to give me the best, sloppiest, red-hot cock sucking of my 26 years on the planet. I could have finished right then and there, but I knew the best was yet to come, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my cock from her perfect, sainted mouth, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love seat. My lips met hers again, and I began to remove the syncope pieces of material that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my mouth, clapper, and teeth began to explore every column inch of her neck, chest, 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 hike -- I responded, `` Should I take that up with HR ? '' -- a linear joke in our small company.

As I gave her perfect, C-cup chest the attention that they deserved, my hands moved down to her step-in, 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 level, and got on my knees in between her legs. Her wetness soaked through the lean slipperiness of fabric keeping my back talk from tasting her, but I ran my tongue across her encompass slit all the same.

fabrication back on the couch, she grabbed my tomentum, pulled my headland up, and began to face-lift her legs up towards one side of meat of her straits. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a yarn 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 optic never left hers throughout the entire `` unveiling. '' Yes, I wanted to fuck her, taste her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to know that I wanted one matter : her.

She draped her leg around my articulatio humeri, gradually lowered her other leg to the footing, and slowly pulled my face into her pussy. 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 go forward my geographic expedition. Her centre 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 physical structure that lay before me. I caressed her chest. I ran my hands across her tum. I fingered her wet pussy. My fingers trailed up to her lips and she graciously cleaned every dripping of her cum off of my finger's breadth. As I returned my workforce back to my area of study, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this grand, dream-worthy fiasco. Slowly I began to work one script into her crack, all the while cupping her ass. As my fingers kept exploring, the tip of my middle finger finally found the delicate rosebud that was her asshole. I began to work my finger against her cakehole, as my backtalk ventured further into her pussy.

Her moans grew louder, her breath quickened, and my face grew exponentially wetter until she began to vocally advance my activity. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my knockout boss was an anal retentive sex freak. As I pondered my luck, flicked my tongue against her clit, and continued to imbue her ass further, she reached down with both hands and drove my face into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breathing place prior, or else I might not take been able-bodied to issue forth up for air. She began to call encouraging expletives as her climax arrived. Her body contracted -- the tautness my mediate finger felt as her asshole contracted against my fully buried digit was exceptional.

I removed my hand from her ass, and joined her on the beloved seat, at least for a second. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our lover's nest away from her cum hit it up 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 view 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 hands, and pulled her unsloped. The binding of her body met my chest, and I began to snog her cervix until I met her back talk again. My hands continued to tour her dead body, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed cutis.

She reached back, grabbed my cock, and began to guide it into her slick snatch. Our dead body joined and I slowly, passionately began to have intercourse her from behind, with one hand cupping her breasts, and the other rubbing her clit. The rhythmic noise of our dead body clapping against one another echoed throughout her broad row home, and I was sure that her neighbor could learn at least our trunk crash and hit, of not our groan and screams.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate escapade, but quotes melted away into animalistic delight. A few remained, one of which I will iterate 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 soundbox from the day I hired me. ``

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

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

After those watchword left her sass, I removed my hawkshaw from her and spun her body around. I raised her into my coat of arms, and carried her up the remaining stairs towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the stair, and I took a fugitive wait against the wall to kiss her wonderful sass again. At this point, the feeling of having my boss pinned against the wall outside her bedroom was too much for me to deal. I took this opportunity to participate her yet again, and fuck wildly against her wall. Her nails dug into my dorsum, and she moaned into my ear,"You're all mine."

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

At this compass point, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the threshold, collapsing into her John L. H. Down sympathizer. I climbed atop her, missioner post, and began to make water love to my chief. Our clash on the stair and against the wall were instinctual, uncut, and fundamental, but this bit was sweet, loving, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking moment of my biography with this woman, serving her every need, forgoing family, admirer, and loved one to ensure her company, her life story, and our livelihoods were ensured and taken care of, but in that moment 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 front slowed to a deliberate, meaningful tread, but the fucking we committed to at this moment was so substantial, so engrossing that I lost sense of time, import, and of the globe around me. Our breathing synced, I pulled back from her mouth, and stared into her optic as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backcloth of E. B. White sheets that our bodies used as a sheet, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a human that I had long desired. In a life fully of letdown, this moment exceeded my wildest expectations. Our pace quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her delight, and met her with the Sami word of honor. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than happy to oblige. By now, her manus were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our optic locked yet again, and we began to reach a DoS of orgasm - together. With a few net thrusts, 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 curvature of her English - her perfectly hourglass figure displayed in an special manner. I pulled her closing curtain, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the realism of what just transpired began to sink in. Realities often mean regret - but in this instance that was far from the font. She reached for her phone and sent a few electronic mail - cancelled her afternoon merging. In both a literal and figurative sense,"The caravan had already left the station."

My mind was abuzz : What did this mean value ? What's next ? Insecurity began to join me taking a can alongside inexperience and immaturity. Her voice quickly dashed those thoughts as she asked,"Are you ready for round two ?"

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

I heard the hundred-year-old pipes begin to kick into action as she turned on the shower faucet in the bathroom down the anteroom.

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

She certainly did not .