So my party boss is this quondam, beautiful woman. 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 addition to my convention roles at the company, I take on a in force spate of personal assistant material. 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 sound off about.

As a termination, I 'm in her life -- fixing her phone, watching her positron emission tomography, running her dry cleansing, etc. several metre during my iPhone mend, I 've perused her photos in the Leslie Townes Hope of seeing her fine ass naked. A few month ago, I finally hit the jackpot. It was everything I could have wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed pussy. The entirely 9 chiliad. When I found this, I was at her theater working on putting together some furniture. I could n't assist 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 ahead of time, and went to look at some personal items of hers for errands. A few getting even. Dry cleansing. Then she showed me a distich of jeans she ordered online and wanted to return. The fit was n't right, but she had ordered the same cut and size. 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 couple that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd ferment around -- this was the world-class metre she ever changed directly in front of me -- or maybe she did n't care, but as soon as those pants dropped, my oculus locked on her everlasting 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 sculpture photo of this perfect, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the tiniest fabric lash was almost too lots. She turned around and started, `` See the jeans do not fit ... '', but then noticed my center, my jaw, and the growing bump in my khakis.

'' Can I help 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 raise to my eyebrow, and devilish facial expression in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an jiffy. Our lips met, and our tongues seemed to dance for an eternity. I reached down and began to remove her blue jean, pausing our osculation to attempt to birth a funny line about her dungaree looking better on the floor, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the fuck up and buss me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her love seat, and wildly began to tear at each other's dress. Before long, I was completely nude in front of her. She was down to her bra and lash.

She pushed me up -- I paused, wondering if this were the end and it were all too respectable to be true up. She looked up at me, and took my heavy cock into her mouth.

Now let me pause to say two facts of life :

1. The best head I 've ever received was from a larger girl. Maybe it was because her back talk was enceinte. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big girls give great head.
2. Older cleaning woman come in a secretive second base.

She began to give me the best, waterlogged, spicy blowjob of my 26 years on the planet. I could get finished right then and there, but I knew the near was yet to descend, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my rooster from her perfective, beatific oral cavity, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love seat. My lips met hers again, and I began to polish off the faint firearm of framework that kept me from her. As her bra clench released, my brim, tongue, and teeth began to explore every inch of her cervix, chest of drawers, and tum. I returned to her bosom, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect mammilla.

It was at this point she moaned something about giving me a raise -- I responded, `` Should I take that up with HR ? '' -- a take to the woods jape in our small company.

As I gave her perfective tense, C-cup breasts the attention that they deserved, my hands moved down to her panties, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my fingerbreadth glossed over when I ran them over the outside of her panty. I moved down to the floor, and got on my knees in between her legs. Her wetness soaked through the slender gaucherie of cloth keeping my lips from tasting her, but I ran my lingua across her covered puss all the same.

lying back on the couch, she grabbed my tomentum, pulled my fountainhead up, and began to rear her leg up towards one side of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and twat, covered in almost a thread of cloth. She began to slowly take out her panties off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched stage. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the total `` unveiling. '' Yes, I wanted to sleep with her, appreciation her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to lie with that I wanted one thing : her.

She draped her leg around my shoulder joint, gradually lowered her other leg to the basis, and slowly pulled my face into her pussy. Without breaking eye liaison, I began to lick the edges of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moans as a cue to continue my exploration. Her optic closed, her caput rolled back, and I took my cue to fully embrace this beauty that lay before me. She tasted unbelievable.

As I continued my viva exploration, I let my hands run wild on the heavenly physical structure that lay before me. I caressed her boob. I ran my hands across her stomach. I fingered her wet twat. My finger's breadth trailed up to her backtalk and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my fingerbreadth. As I returned my hired man back to my area of work, I began to hale and cup her enticing ass -- the perpetrator that began this wonderful, dream-worthy fiasco. Slowly I began to work one hired hand into her crack, all the patch cupping her ass. As my fingers kept exploring, the tip of my middle fingerbreadth finally found the frail rosebud that was her son of a bitch. I began to work my finger's breadth against her hole, as my mouth ventured further into her pussy.

Her moans grew louder, her breathing place quickened, and my boldness grew exponentially wetter until she began to vocally encourage my military action. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my sweetheart boss was an anal sex freak. As I pondered my luck, flicked my tongue against her clit, and continued to permeate her ass further, she reached down with both hands and drove my font into her far. Fortunately, I had taken a breathing spell prior, or else I might not deliver been able to derive up for air. She began to yell encouraging swearing as her orgasm arrived. Her body contracted -- the tension my middle fingerbreadth felt as her shit contracted against my fully buried digit was exceptional.

I removed my hand from her ass, and joined her on the dear hind end, at to the lowest degree for a minute. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our lover's snuggle away from her cum soaked cushion. She led me by the script, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to urinate 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 steps, she paused, and bent-grass over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her utter breasts with my work force, and pulled her vertical. The back of her body met my breast, and I began to kiss her neck until I met her brim again. My hands continued to tour her consistency, feeling every column inch of her beautiful, sun kissed skin.

She reached back, grabbed my pecker, and began to guide on it into her slick twat. Our bodies joined and I slowly, passionately began to do it her from behind, with one manus cupping her bosom, and the former rubbing her clit. The rhythmic noise of our organic structure clapping against one another echoed throughout her spacious row home, and I was sure that her neighbour could get a line at least our bodies crash and collision, of not our groan and screams.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate adventure, but quotation melted away into animalistic delight. 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 body from the day I hired me. ``

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

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

After those Word left her lips, I removed my dick from her and spin her body around. I raised her into my arms, and carried her up the remaining stair towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a momentaneous wait against the paries to osculate her wonderful brim again. At this gunpoint, the feeling of having my boss pinned against the rampart outside her bedroom was too much for me to manage. I took this opportunity to inscribe her yet again, and fuck wildly against her wall. Her pass with flying colors 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 dot, 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 attitude, and began to pass water love to my boss. Our encounter on the stairs and against the wall were instinctual, grating, and primal, but this moment was sweet, loving, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking present moment of my life story with this woman, serving her every pauperism, forgoing family, booster, and loved single to assure her company, her life, and our support were ensured and taken aid of, but in that moment I knew that what I was feeling was something far more passionate than the 20 something year-old screw I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our movements slowed to a deliberate, meaningful pace, but the shag we committed to at this moment was so substantial, so engrossing that I lost common sense of meter, meaning, and of the terra firma around me. Our breathing synced, I pulled back from her mouth, and stared into her heart as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backdrop of egg white sheets that our bodies used as a canvass, I realized I was fucking a chef-d'oeuvre of a man that I had long desired. In a sprightliness full moon of disappointment, this import 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 Lapplander actor's line. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than happy to oblige. By now, her hired man were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our eyes locked yet again, and we began to reach a state of climax - together. With a few net poke, I collapsed into her.

Her hands pasture my organic structure, as I lay beside my foreman. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the bender of her side - her perfectly hourglass figure displayed in an surpassing manner. I pulled her close, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the realities of what just transpired began to drop in. world often mean ruefulness - but in this instance that was far from the casing. She reached for her phone and sent a few emails - cancelled her afternoon meetings. In both a real and figurative sense,"The gear had already left the station."

My mind was abuzz : What did this mean value ? What's next ? Insecurity began to join me taking a seat alongside inexperience and immaturity. Her voice quickly dashed those cerebration as she asked,"Are you set for stave 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 pipage begin to kick into action as she turned on the shower bath faucet in the lavatory down the hall.

I opened my head's daybook and began to craft a mental government note -"honey Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to indite. Her Scripture broke my concentration,"fountainhead ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .