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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

A Friend Indeed….Part 25My love life quieted down a bit for the next two or three weeks. I went about my business, my “aunt” Lorene was busy going on marketing and sales trips, and Gloria the next door neighbor went to vacation at her daughter’s home out of town. To be honest, though the “rest” was welcome, I began to feel a bit of withdrawals from the rather steady sexual contact I had been having with these mature women. One terribly sweltering day at work, I was sitting outside the warehouse in the shade, when Donna stepped out of the office, and headed my way. I recall she was wearing a very sheer lilac summer dress with purple high heels. As she walked in the sunlight, I could see just how sheer the dress was, because her undergarments showed under it. She walked up to me, and with a sexy litle smirk said, “Don’t mean to ruin your siesta, but I need to check something in the warehouse…help me find it?” I’m certaim my eyes were popping out of their sockets because her dress was unbuttoned dangerously low, and I could see she was wearing a purple lace bra under it. I stood up and Escort said, “Sure, ma’am…at Your Majesty’s service.” With a laugh she mutteres, “Oh fuck you, punk,” and walked into the warehouse ahead of me. I definitely enjoyed the view of her small-but-round ass, and noticed she wasn’t wearing hosiery, but did have a light coloured slip under her dress. She handed me an inventory sheet, and I told her the items were two shelves up. I told her I’d get the forklift, but she said, “Naw…I can use that shelf ladder…just need to verify stock numbers.” I told her I didn’t think the ladder was very stable, but she passed it off by telling me to steady it for her. Soon, up she went, and to my delight, I got a great view of her legs and up her skirt as she stood above me and got her numbers. I was right…no nylons, and she was wearing a tan coloured half slip with a plain bottom. I adjusted my vantage point a bit, and saw she had a light coloured panty on as well. “Right-o,” she said, and climbed down. “You weren’t looking up my dress were you?” she teased. I told her she had Escort Bayan an evil mind, and should recognize a gentleman when she saw one. She put on a pouty expression, stuck out her lower lip, and whined, “Gee…you don’t think I’m sexy, do you?” I laughed and told her I did, in fact, think she was, and that I may have “accidently” looked up her dress. We both broke out laughing, and she said, “By the way, you STILL owe me dinner from the rainstorm night…remember?” I said, “Yes…pick you up at 7:30…where would you like to go?” “Someplace nice…I want to dress up,” she said. I told her she looked quite nice the way she was, and she smiled, pulled up her skirt, and said, “Do you like this look? These are just office clothes…wait until you see my fancy things.” I moved closer to her, and put my hands on her waist. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek, so I rubbed her hips with my hands. The fabric of her slip slid on top of her panty, and I could tell she liked the feeling as I caressed her ass. I was very hard by tis time, and she began rubbing my erection through Bayan Escort my jeans. In a whisper she asked, “Did you like cumming for me that night?” I told her I did, and she said, “I’m glad you like my outfit…I thought you would.” I slipped one hand under the top of her dress, and caressed her nipple. “Hmmm…do you want to cum now, love?” she asked. I told her I did, and she led me over to a remote corner of the warehouse. She took off her dress, bra, slip, and panty, but kept her heels on and said, “Do me from behind, but hurry so we don’t get caught.” She bent over a large shipping box, I dropped my jeans, grabbed her hips, and pushed into her wet kitty. She let out a low moan, saying, “Oh, you feel so damn good.” I thrusted in and out of her until we were both at the edge of an orgasm. I stopped, and she said, “Go ahead, cum…I’m on the pill.” I exploded inside of her and she let out a long, low howl as she climaxed. When we pulled apart, she turned, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me deeply, pushing her tongue into my mouth. She quiclky put her clothes on, and as she turned to walk back to the office said, “Wait until tonight…you’ll cum just looking at me.” As she slowly walked away, she turned and asked, “Is my slip showing?” I told her it wasn’t, to which she slyly replied, “Oh, it will be later.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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