Since she had the day off, they were going to have lunch. She opened the closet to see what she should wear. Jeans, turtle neck, sweater - wait a minute!
She shook her reflection in the mirror, an idea forming in her mind. A little tingle started in her pussy, and she put the clothes in the closet. A little seduction was in order, she decided. And she should get dressed accordingly.
“Hey, honey. Ready for lunch? Did she ask about her office door? He held a hand, indicating that he didn’t want to be disturbed for a while, his pen flying on the paper. “Read!” he said, his head collapsed. “Oh my!”
He let his eyes fall through his body, to his toes, and then go back. She wore a black sweater that showed her big tits, the V décolleté showing a deep décolleté between the delicious smell of her creamy skin.
A short wrapping denim skirt showed her long legs. She was held with her leg peeing through the skirt slit, the top of her stockings. Teasingly, she pulled the skirt back just a little more, her pale chair a stunning contrast to the dark nylon.
He forced his eyes to his face, seeing the bad smile she wore. His dick suffocated wildly, almost painfully. “I suppose you have a lunch plan?”
“I could.” She turned around, looking on her shoulder. “Come”?
He jumped the next one. In the street, in his truck. “You’re amazing,” he said, moving uncomfortably. Her pants were getting tighter and tighter. She smiles, but didn’t say anything, turning into the parking lot of a picturesque little café.
He chose to walk behind her while the building entered, looking at the way her hips moved, the way the heels she was wearing shaped her calves. He hoped that they had done it soon at the table; his erection became painful.
She seemed to know the waitress, chatting nicely for a while before they were driven to a quiet and circular stand. Walking around the seat, she pressed against him, her heavy breasts on her arm. “I think you’ll really like food here,” she whispered, her low voice and throat. She captured her hand, bringing her under the table to her knees. Under the opening of his skirt, just between his soft thighs.
He groans, his fingers smell the wet fabric of his panties. “Have you decided what to order?” the waitress asked nicely. Today’s specialty is lasagna. "
“Speciality,” he said, feeling open a little wider. “Do it,” she said.
The waitress started. He felt his hand creeping through his thigh, rubbing his cock inflated through the material. “Ooh! Why would you torture me like that? He asked with a groan.
“If you want me to stop…” She hung, pulling her hand.
“No! No! He squeezed his thigh with love. “I love it when you torture me. I love when you make my dick so hard that she steals absolutely.” He clutched like his hand found it back to his knees. “And I’m gonna love driving this big dick in you.”
The food came, and they fell on her hungrily, the meal as good as she promised. He ate a hand, his fingers occupied in his panties. She calmed down wonderfully for him, and her hand often found her way to massage her erection.
“How was it?” asked the waitress. She left the bill on the table, then left a key next door.
“Thank you, Kelly. I’ll take him back a little.”
He looked astonishment when his lady took the key, leaving about twenty on the table. She slipped from the cabin, smiling. “Come with me?”
He slipped behind her. “Where are we going?” She laughed only.
He still had half his lunch hour. She drove him to the back of the building, to a flight of stairs to a wooden door. The key slipped into the lock, opening to a small shower room. “I called in advance and asked Kelly if I could borrow this little guest room from her,” she said, answering her question without answer. She kissed him. “She’s an old friend.”
“Great!” Her hands pushed her skirt open, lifting her on her hips. “Your panties are wet,” he whispered.
“Well,” she decompressed her bags, liberating her dick. “Your shorts are wet. I guess we’re even. "
He placed her in the back, raised a leg on her shoulder, extending her in the width. By stripping his panties, he threw himself into her, making him love in quick and hard blows. His cheek ran against the bottom, and he turned to kiss his ankle, rubbing his hand and lowering his leg. “You’re attractive!” he said, looking at passion on his face. “I love you!”
She cried, her hips fell against him, her breasts leaving deliciously in the sweater while her body shook. Leaning forward, pushing him as deeply into her as he could, he erupted, her sperm spilling into her still pulsating pussy.
“Is that me? She asked, when she trusted herself to speak.
“Yes,” he replied. “A beautiful, sexy, delicious, soaked.” He reluctantly withdrew from her, liberating his leg. “An incredible, seductive, who’s gonna make me late to work.”
“Late for work? Is that all I get?” She straightened her clothes, squeezed her fingers through her hair. “Don’t worry. It’s the last time I come to get you for lunch, you idiot!”
Honey! He shot him, wrapping his strong arms around his body. He kissed his neck, his shoulder, the smell of his chest. “Please. Give me back late for lunch