It was Fri December 23, and the foreman just dumped a pile of newspaper work on my desk to get done before our year-end in 8 days. I was hoping to call for a few Clarence Day off over the Yule workweek,
but supposition not now. As I sorted through the newspaper oeuvre some of it was insurance stuff. I just hate insurance paperwork, and I knew that prick of an factor would be gone. Agent's have the gentle task, they take clock time off, take your money, and cry about how operose they work. Well the only secure thing about this agent was his secretary.

She was a chick, in her pep pill 40 's with a minute glass figure, blonde haircloth, piano brown center. When
she got up to walk all eyes were on her as she just dripped in sex. Her assets were staring
36 C breast, slim shank, sodding ass and ramification, you could enjoin she worked out a lot to keep her
physical structure looking that nice.

I grabbed the earphone and gave the agent's bureau a call. I knew that she would serve, and she did. I asked her if Rusty was in, knowing just what her reaction would be. She said no he was gone till Wednesday, that figure the motherfucker never worked. I told her that I had some paper to knock off 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 office around 3:30 or so. We said our salutary byes and I hung up. I grabbed what composition I need, made a couple of warm telephone call, and one to my married woman telling her I was running late. I locked up and headed for my motortruck.

What a miserable day it was outside half rain one-half snow and all slop. It was slow going and I got to the broker'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 solution. I grabbed my cadre phone and vociferation, but got just the recording tell that the place 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 space by the face doorway. So I walk to the slope door and turned the pommel 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 shut down the door behind me tightly.

I stood there for a few seconds, letting my eyes get adjusted to the darkness. I walked forward through the hallway, and stopped at the end and listened. It sounded like somebody was sobbing or crying softly. I stepped into the room and saw Stacey sitting at a banquet tabular array with a twain of standard candle lite, some medicine playing and all the luminosity in the indorse 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 following to Stacey.

She was sipping on a glass of wine trying to disentangle, I could see that she was upset. So I ask her what the problem was. She just shook her point. So I sat there quietly for a few hour, and asked again. She started to softly cry and put down her story out.

It seem that she and her husband were not getting along very well, and she has not heard from her son in over 6 months. 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 felicitous Christmas for me.

I listen to all that she had to say, and told her I knew just what she needed. As she dried the tears in her eyes, she said what. I told her to stand up, and she did. WOW she had on a blackness clothes that was thigh high, and fit her just like a glove, showing off all her good character. I said what you need is a good hug, and I step forward and gave her the near hug that I could give. She had her limb wrapped around my neck, squeezing me back.

Here I am holding the woman of my dreams in my limb, and my mind goes completely lacuna. So like a blank shell I let go of her, and sit back down in the death chair. I keep kick my ego in the ass for not taking advantage of this opportunity that I had with her. But lack of experience in doing this with another char former than my married woman really showed.

We chatted for a few minute of arc, and then I had another very great estimation, and told well I guess it is time for me to go. DUH ! ! ! that was substantial smart move on my part.

She sort of feeling down and then back at me and then asked, could I have another hug. BINGO the light source clicked on, and I though here is my one luck 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 hands over her backrest and down to her cheeks, I could recount that she had a thong on, and not lots else under the frock as it felt substantial smooth. She loosen her hands from my neck and looked me in the eyes, and drew her lips up to mine and we meet in a very passionate buss. I unfold my mouth a small bit and could feel her tongue glint in and out, what a big turn on.

As our spit continued to dance together, I unhooked her dress and slowly move the zipper down. When I meet no resistance doing that I moved up and unhooked her bra. She move one arm off me and I slipped her attire and bra shoulder strap off, and then the other arm. Here I was holding her almost naked ( except for the thong ) and French kissing her for all it was worth.

Suddenly she broke the kiss and looked me in the oculus, and said this not sightly. I must sustain look at her blankly, because she said that I was fully clothed and she was all most defenseless. We remedy this quickly as she helped me foray, and she took off her lash. I just love how a woman can do that so gracefully.

She pushed me into the hot seat and sat on my lap. I got my commencement substantial good chance to see her up close naked, GOD what a site. I can't figure of speech what is the matter with her married man to not pick out upkeep of a goddess like this. As we french kiss with Passion of Christ, my bridge player was slowly massaging her breast and play with her tit. They was so backbreaking I felt like I was playing with a couple of bullet train. As I played with her breast and tweaked her nipples, she would moan softly in my mouth. God I just could not get enough of those breast, I could play with them all day and night.


As I played with her nipples the extrusion on her areola grew more vivid. As my fingerbreadth rubbed over those blow, I was able to read what those bumps mean value in braille. It said suck here. So I started to work my way down. Softly kissing and nibbling on her neck, and then down to her titty. As my glossa and lips worked her nipple over, I moved my hand down to her legs. She parted them just like Moses did to the red sea, and I started to stroke her inner thighs softly, till I finally got to her taboo lips. She had a nicely shaven kitty-cat with a land strip just above her slit
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 finger's breadth enter her pussy, and she was soaking wet. I started out slowly, and worked the swiftness up faster, then slowed back down. I move finger up to her clit, and rubbed that in a brace motion. I had one finger slowly stroking her shit. Suddenly she grabbed my head and brought me up for a hard osculation, and broke the kiss off and held me tightly, as her body start to shake in an orgasm. future thing I knew my handwriting was wet and wax of her juices.

Finally I could not take up it anymore. I picked her up and set her on the table. I got on my knees and spread her legs and dove right in and start to thrash her snatch. I licked in and out, up and down, and around and around, as fast as I could. Man did she taste secure, I felt like a bear attacking a bee hive and licking up all the honey, but not getting stung. Suddenly she locked her legs around my heading, drawing me in tighter. It was getting hard to take a breath, and then my face got flooded with her juices.

She relaxed her legs and I got free, she reached down grabbing my head, looking to my eyes, she said put it in me now. Well I may not be the precipitous tack in the box, but I did not take to be asked twice. I stood up spread her legs and slammed my shaft into her sopping wet twat. She was so hot that I think that my nuts were starting to churn in my chemise. As I was banging away at her, she keep saying fuck me harder over and over.

Finally I said Stacey I going to cum, and she gave a really flashy moan and said cum with me now.
I buried my peter as rich 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 branch started to yield way and I had to sit down.

She was laying there with her pegleg apart, and some of my cum was leaking out. What a breather taking site. She sat up and smiled at me, then said she had to go to the lav. As she walk to the lav, I thought what a vision of lovingness. As she walked back out, I was watching her again, man I could watch her walk around this office nude for the rest of my life. Just watching her made my cock was start to spring up hard again .