A Hot Morning At Work

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A Hot Morning At WorkLiv and me had been getting closer for months and it seemed inevitable that something would happen between us. I do some “care” work and one of my clients is Liv’s adult bedbound son who I, in effect, watch over once a week while she gets a precious few hours to herself to do as she pleases. In fact I’m just a presence in the house as he is very often medicated and I rarely see him. As time had gone by it seemed that more often then not what Liv wanted to do was to spend time with me because her trips out became shorter and shorter. Liv is a “rough diamond” and been given a lot of bad cards in her life. Crap relationships, bad parents, bad jobs, disabled son – she’d had the lot but remained generally upbeat even into her now mid fifties despite being the sort of woman who always seems to make the wrong choice. Small in build, slim, big green eyes, dark short hair accentuating a pretty face with excellent bone structure she must have been a stunner when younger but had never had the self confidence to boost herself. She dressed plainly and didn’t use make-up. She did have a good line in self deprecation however and humourously mocked herself and her life. I genuinely argued against her self mockery and I think that I may have been one of the first ever to do this. She certainly responded well. After I had been working there for almost six months our relationship was relaxed, amicable, supportive and always with a little hint of flirting below the surface. As I was working (and being professional) I didn’t make suggestive comments directly but let her know my thoughts by omission. I didn’t agree when she put herself down, I refused to believe she was unwanted etc. And I meant it.One of the main subjects of her joking was kind of sexual. Firstly she was quite open that she’d now had enough of men and had given them up as a bad job years ago and “didn’t miss them one bit”. Except she said “it” instead of “them” which we both laughed at as she realised what she’d let slip. “Yep, it’s been years without and life’s simpler,” she stated baldly. This had been within just a few weeks of my first regular shift at her house. At another point she claimed to have “tried women” for a bit but hadn’t settled to that either, and was now content to go without sex. As you can tell, she was becoming more direct. Around this time, unsurprisingly, I often found myself thinking of her when I masturbated, especially about her lesbian phase.Another frequent topic of fun was her physique. Liv, you see, had probably the flattest chest I’ve ever had the pleasure to have ogled. She mocked lingerie adverts on TV as a waste of money and generally played up to this boyish aspect of her body. In our hot climate she often just wore an armless vest or similar. No need for a bra. However, as she returned from her brief trips out of the house in the heat back to the aircon her nipples would often harden and I could tell that, flat chested or not, she had quite formidable teats. Her build also meant that she had kept her figure well. She had the most glorious arse. I’d started work in the winter and then she had worn plain tracksuit bottoms. The soft grey cloth fitted her rounded little butt perfectly, each cheek clearly defined as a small, firm pear shape. Those track pants also at times revealed other hints of her lower body. I had furtively glanced as she reached high to a cupboard one time to see how the material moulded to her shape between her legs. A slim torso and lower belly was based on a fulsome pubic mound that itself was halved by the taught cotton giving her a dramatic cameltoe. This image had seared itself onto my mind and as I pulled myself off it often came unbidden to me. As the summer progressed her clothing became skimpier, as did mine. Down to a simple vest and shorts most of the time. Her arms, face and legs took a lovely tanned appearance and glowed healthily. However on one day when she returned after a very brief time – a mercilessly hot morning already – she was red in the face and slick with perspiration. She gasped as she entered the kitchen where we usually hung out and, cursing the heat, headed straight to the fan sitting to one side of the room. She whacked it up to hi speed and faced it full on, her back to me. She began to flap at her loose top to encourage the air flow around her body. I drank in the view of her superb buttocks encased in a pale red pair of shorts, noticing a darker line of material around the waistband that was just beginning to delve down into the crease between her cheeks. Her lower back was exposed as she tugged rhythmically at the material of her top and gleamed with moisture. My position was slightly to one side of her and I then caught glimpses through the wide armholes of the vest. I saw the tiny rise of flesh that was her right breast and gulped as I saw her dark brown nipple poking aggressively, a full inch in length, at the air flow. I was transfixed by this sight. It was then she turned her head to me and caught my gaze.Would she freak out? How much trouble could I get in? Our eyes locked and she saw my guilt, my arousal and my concern. “Oops,” she said, “making a bit of a show of myself, aren’t I?” And then, unexpectedly, “Thanks for looking.” “What?” I stammered. She assessed me.“It’s been ages since anyone’s tuzla escort taken notice of me like you do,” she continued, “even if they’re not much to notice,” she added with a grin and looked down her top as she once again pulled it from her flesh. This time she scooped the cloth low and I was facing her staring directly at her minute breasts as she exposed them to me. Seen in their entirety they turned me on instantly. There was more to them than I had supposed – but not much. They were firm, even, swelling rises of flesh each topped with a chunky, hard nipple. The circles of her areolae were small and dark and even as I watched they crinkled sharply and her nipples seem to sprout even further from the low mounds of her chest. Ours eyes met again and we knew now what was about to happen. I reached out a hand to her which she took. I pulled her to me as I sat at the kitchen table. Her short stature meant that I was level with her chest. I tugged at the material of her top and she flung it from her so that she was now wearing only her shorts. I engulfed her with my arms and she sat herself on my left thigh. Our mouths met, our teeth clashed a little in our passion, our lips worked at one another and soon our tongues began gently to entwine and lap at one another. I felt her slick body in my embrace and stroked her back, her flank and then sliding my hand around put my palm against her chest. I felt the hardness of her left nipple sc**** against my hand and she groaned deep in her throat. I massaged her gently there and felt her kissing become more urgent. I quickly turned my hand to her right breast, firstly letting the hardened mass run across the back of it and then smoothing it once again with my clammy palm. I tweaked lightly at her erect chest, pulling her nips into a longer state, whilst sliding my other hand up and down her spine and then holding the back of her head to deepen the kisses we shared.She began to tug at my own T-shirt and I released her enough so that she could pull it over my head. We re-engaged and I felt her sliding her hands over my now sweating chest as I returned my hand to hers. The heat of the day adding to the heat of our own bodies we stayed locked together at the mouth as we explored each other, hands running freely over our slick flesh. I felt her slightly loose stomach, her firm back and, once again, returned to her breasts. As soon as I did I felt her excitement grow. Never before had I know a woman with such sensitive tits. She was still sat on my thigh as I began a gently rhythmic squeezing, pulling stroking motion, almost as if I were massaging a tiny penis, first on one nipple and then using both hands to do both at once. Her breath began to come in short gasps and she had to stop our kissing and rest her head against mine. To my utter surprise she then gripped me tight, muffling a squeal against my neck and I felt her body stiffen as she ground her arse onto my thigh the heat of her groin obvious. She gasped and gulped for air as I halted my groping and I felt her relax into me. “Oh, fuck,” she sighed, “they always were sensitive. Never had that happen though!” “You came already?”, I blurted out, amazement in my tone. “You better believe it,” she grinned.So saying she stood up. I was now almost at eye level with her groin. I saw the pale material darkened by her sweat around the waistband and also in the runnels where her thighs met her sex. Over the lower centre of her bulging shorts was an even deeper dark patch. “You’ve made a bit of a mess of me there,” she said huskily, “ I’d better do something about it,” she continued and went to slip her hands to her shorts and lower them. At this point I took over and said,”No, let me.”There is something I’ve always enjoyed that I was now going to treat myself to. What I find deeply sexual is the final removing of clothing. Stripping off a woman’s knickers being one of my ultimate turn ons and something that I liked to savour and not rush. “Just stand there for me,” I implored. She had a slightly bemused look on her face but I could also tell that as I’d just brought her off merely by touching her tits I was not going to get any resistance. My legs were splayed open, my erection throbbing madly in my own shorts as I reached for her and stood her in front of me. Firstly I did just what she was not expecting. Instead of lowering her last covering I softly hiked her shorts higher. I gently turned her so that her back was to me. I put my left arm around her front and smoothed at her still warm and slick skin brushing up and down her belly to her minute breasts and back. With my other hand I massaged her arse cheeks, squeezing and petting them. Pulling her shorts higher still I could see the lower elastic of a pair of pale yellow knickers cutting slightly into her butt flesh. I ran my hand under her shorts to feel her arse in her knickers before revolving her once more to face me.Her shorts were now deeply wedged into her crevice, splitting the bulge of her. Again I smoothed and petted this gloriously full mound, working my way lower and lower, pinching the flesh together and manipulating her whole outer sex. My prick was rock hard and I could feel my own juice oozing through my shorts matching the growing stain on Liv’s crotch. She in turn was now breathing heavily though her nose and tuzla escort bayan a quick glance showed me that her eyes were closed, her mouth slack and her nipples still ragingly hard. I then eased the outer casing of her shorts down and she stepped delicately our of them. Her yellow knickers clung to her every shape. Through the thin cotton I could see that she was unshaved and that this added to the fullsome rounded bulge in her underwear. Again I turned her and gently stroked her bum, adding a gently kiss or two to each cheek before returning her crotch to my gaze. She was gently pushing her mound at me as I pulled her knickers into her slit. Dark hairs appeared on either side of the cloth as I exposed her outer lips. Her legs parted a little allowing me to inch the cloth a bit further into her dampness. The material was soaked a dark colour now and as I greedily examined her I actually saw a bubble of clear juice ooze through the mesh of her panties before it soaked into the darkening stain. I hooked my finger in the elastic band and then pulled her knickers to me.I looked down into her bush and was pleased to see that although untrimmed it was naturally neat and that my pulling of the cloth had kept it flat and close to her mons. The extended front of her panties was soaked and a string of clear juice hung from between the cleft of her cunt to the cloth. I edged my whole hand down the front of her knickers and felt the soft fur of her sex brush my fingertips. I slid my middle finger down furthest and was rewarded with that most gorgeous of feelings – a red hot and dripping wet pussy so slick and moist that it was almost like stroking nothing such was the lack of friction due to the amount of lubrication Liv was producing. Again I heard her deep throated moan as I explored her sex but I kept watching my hand explore her. The puffy mound slid and sucked at my fingers, the tight cloth constricting my movements as I pawed at her deeply. Extracting my hand slightly I felt the nub of her clit pass under my palm and then fingertips which made her shiver and her knees tremble. I raised my head and nuzzled her right nipple into my mouth, lapping at the creased flesh and pulling gently on it with my teeth. Finally I gazed into her eyes and pulled her last piece of clothing down. A delightful flush spread across her face and upper chest as she felt herself to be fully exposed before me.I eased her back a step and drank in the sight. Her bush was indeed neat and dense on her mons but was only a light covering on her outer lips. I noted a few lighter grey hairs amongst the lush growth. Her sex was beautiful. A full mound stood proud from her slim belly, then a slight slope inwards before her plump outer lips bulged again in a straight downward shape. Her whole pussy was of the longer more slender type. What excited me most was that her slit was deep and dark and clearly defined between her lightly haired outer labia. The whole area glistened with the juices that I had smeared so lovingly around but the puffiness of her mound totally concealed her inner most sex. No visible sign of her clitoris of inner lips showed, only this deeply inviting slit.I edged her around so that her bum perched on the edge of the kitchen table. Her thighs were pressed together by this and I noted how her mound bulged a little further. I knelt before her and then gently eased her legs apart. What a sight. She was so perfectly formed there. Her inner lips were narrow and straight, only the slightest of creasing and crinkling as they gradually unstuck from her plump outer fleshy frame. They joined under her clitoris with a sharply defined fold. The shaft of her clit was also slim and straight but her extreme excitement was clear from the fact that it had grown so erect it had pushed its way from under her neat little clitty hood. Its tiny pale little bud poking from the deep pink of her whole pussy. As I drank in the view her spreading outer vulva allowed the delicate strips of skin to separate and reveal the depth of her cunt. A slightly creamy juice now pooled at the entrance to her hole before she gave a little twitch of her muscle and it ran as a slick bead over the outer step of her sex down to her puckered arsehole. I lowered my face to her.She gasped loudly as my hot tongue met her fluid centre. Her thighs spread further apart and I began my serious lapping at her. I sucked her fat outer flesh into my mouth, I lapped her slim inner sex lips, I pulled them too onto my eager tongue, first one then the other, then both. I took as much of her meat into my mouth as I could then speared it with my pointed tongue, wriggling it as deep as it would go. I tasted the tang of her most secret taste coating my ever moving mouth. I built a steady rhythm and increased the intensity before starting little licks and laps toward her clitoris. Firstly to the sides and top of it before ending with pulling the whole stiff button onto my eager tongue and lashing it fiercely with its rough surface. At his she bent forward almost in two and gave herself up to a mighty orgasm. I tasted an even more pure form of her juice flood my mouth and face as her inner cunt gripped and pulsed around my probing tongue.Now I wanted my own release. I stood up and eased my prick from my shorts. Kicking them away behind me I escort tuzla faced her, my cock thick red and throbbing. She groaned and grabbed at it. My dick oozed juice as she did so and she smeared it around my thick glans as she all but dragged me to her. We were both so lubricated that it was only the sensation of added heat around my shaft that first told me I had entered her. No gentle probing, no slipping aside I just slid my stiff shaft right up her hot tight cunt in one greedy go. Our eyes met in one quick glance that said. “Now there’s no going back.” I clutched her to me and ground my prick deep into her hole trying to get every last piece of me in her. “Oh fuck, that’s so good…it’s been so long, “sobbed Liv into my neck. We held each other like this for a full minute before I once again found her mouth with mine. Our tongues tried to match the depth of the entry of my cock, our slick bodies melding together as gradually my incessant pushing into her began to take on a back and forth motion. I was still deeply encased in the hot sleeve of her sex but as I began to move the ridge of my glans back and forth I felt the inner muscles and ridges of her cunt caress and grip me.I was still standing almost upright and she clamped both arms around my neck. Our bellies slid together and I felt the stone like hardness of her nipples against the hair of my chest as I crushed her to me. I don’t think I’ve ever been so deep into a woman before as her legs splayed up wide apart. As my movements increase so our sweat mingled. Her arse slid easily back and forth on the polished wooden table meaning we were a fluid hot whole being. I had only been in her for a short while, just enough to get over the first delightful sensations of penetration when she once again gulped and buried her head in my shoulder, her whole slim body quivering and grinding against me. “Oh, Christ..again…I’m coming again,” she hissed. I felt an extra heat swamp my prick and felt warm liquid sensation on my balls as she expelled her deep musk. I knew that this was not to be a long fuck now, it purely a****listic rutting.Her orgasm made her loosen her grip on me and I laid her back. I could now look down and see how her fat pussy looked as it was speared by my thick cock. Her mound was a delight to me and I relished the sight of her swollen flesh as it was sucked and pulled back and forth by my shaft. I pulled right back so that my glans was just sat at her hole and saw how in this position her inner lips neatly cupped it, the spike of her clit now fully exposed and glistening. I could have shot my spunk into her there but held back with gritted teeth. “Quick,” I pleaded, “I want you from the back.” With out pause she slipped her cunt off me and twisted her self round to present me with that glorious arse. The firm, plump cheeks were now parted and I saw the pretty pale pink of her arsehole again but I was focused on the depths of her sex. It hung slightly open for me, the clitty now poking out. I opened her buttocks wider and directed my slippery cock into her. I took it slowly at first, getting restraint from fuck knows where, so that I could view the straightness of her back, the perfectly parted rounded butt and my engorged shaft sliding in and out. Once more I gazed at the perfect shapes her labia made as they were pulled to and fro. I entered deeper and deeper, quicker and quicker, the table scr****g as I nudged it across the floor with my thrusting. I leant forward, a hand either side of her on the table and my whole length filled her as I pounded into her body. She slid and slicked on the table and then, once more, groaned deep and clasped my shaft with a pulsing orgasm, her hands clenched into tiny fists.I knew I was almost done and I also knew what I wanted to happen now. I pulled my prick from her and noticed with pride in some part of my brain that Liv sighed in exasperation at this. I pulled her from her face down position and flipped her onto her back once more. From the look in her eyes I think she thought I would penetrate her this way again but it was not to be. “I’ve got to come now,” I barked huskily. I spread her legs and slipped two fingers deep into her open hole. I centred my thumb on her clit and began to wank her off. With my other hand I grabbed my prick. I was stood between her thighs masturbating both of us. In a few strokes I felt the tightening in my balls and the almost solid ball of my come begin to fill my shaft. I urged my groin forward and pumped faster and faster at my shaft. I could feel her hot and slippery sex all over my hand but I was focused on her extraordinary long rock hard nipples as I reached my final few strokes and squirted a long thick arc of spunk right along the length of her body. The first jet reached her abdomen but the second shot out as far as her chest and squirted right onto her left breast and nipple. This excited me so much another thick jet splattered her breast again before a few more bolts of glistening spunk coated her soaked body. I felt her cunt grip my fingers as once more she climaxed whilst rubbing and smearing my cum over herself and even cramming one set of fingers into her mouth to taste me.We slumped together finally, my fingers slipping from her but my other hand still pulling at my cock as it began to soften and ooze onto my palm. We kissed once more but now with a gentle, grateful tenderness as we finally and slowly returned to our senses. As I said earlier, it pays to be nice to people. There is more to tell and I’ll do so soon.

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