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posted 3/3/2008 9:40:16 PM |
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We met at work. I liked her the more I talked to her. She was smart and had a razor sharp wit. I’ve never been intimidated by smart women so we hit it off right away. During our conversations we talked about riding motorcycles and her face lit up when I asked if she wanted to go riding some time. She pressed me for a day and time. I was shocked and looked at my calendar to find a time that worked for both of us. We made the date and I counted the days.

She was always conservatively dressed at work. She always wore high necklines and loosely fitted business pants. She never wore make-up and her hair was always pulled back with a ponytail. Imagine my surprise on that hot morning when I pulled up and she was decked out with tight jeans, leather vest with her breasts proudly displayed and stressing the leather. I was like…holy shit. Who knew the woman was built like a brick shit house. She was feminine, round, and voluptuous all in one. I handed her a helmet and she jumped on the back.

Hours and miles went by. We stopped a few times to get a drink and to grab a bite. We laughed and joked and flirted. My heart pounded every time she would press her breasts against my back while we rode. I had all I could do to keep my mind on the road. From time to time I would place my hand on her thighs and turn my head to ask if she was OK. She would always lean forward, pressing her loveliness against me to respond. It was fun AND we both knew what was to come when the trip ended.

I got her home around 10pm that night. She asked me in for a cup of coffee and I said yes in a second. She turned the TV on to go to the kitchen to fix coffee. I sat in the living room waiting to see what would happen next.

She appeared from the kitchen totally naked. I was shocked and aroused beyond belief. She simply motioned to me to come toward her and didn’t speak a word. I kissed her lightly on the lips and she pulled me toward her and placed my hand on her breast. It was hot and my hand was trembling. She unbuttoned my pants and freed my cock. She fell to her knees and took me in her mouth, the warmth and wetness was perfect. She licked and sucked just long enough to bring me to full arousal and then said, “Come to the bedroom and let’s finish this”.

As we entered the bedroom my remaining clothes were being tossed about here and there and my body temperature rose about 10 degrees. She approached the bed but I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. She was just short enough for me to lift her and enter her. Once inside I didn’t thrust…I wanted her to feel all of me, my hardness, my girth, I wanted her to start moving in such a way that was pleasurable for her. She slowly began to squirm and her head fell back, I kissed her neck and could smell her sweetness. Our pace quickened. I was tired from supporting her but totally turned on from standing up and feeling her juices flow down my shaft, around my balls and then drip to the floor. It was all so hot and both of us moaned. Our tongues darted in and out of each others mouths and I could feel the orgasm growing inside me. Her fingers and nails were digging into my shoulders and back…it was more then I could take and together we both released our orgasms, muscles locking, sweating, breathing, holding each other and not wanting this episode to end.

We saw each other like this 2 more times. As good as we were in the bedroom together; it was still awkward at the office. Neither of us knew what to say. It was like this secret connection we had that never seemed natural in the workplace.

A week after our last escapade, she wrote me an email and told me that she was moving. I asked if we could get together o say goodbye, she declined. Two weeks later she was gone, no forwarding address or way of contacting her.

I’ll never forget her or our times together.

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Mar 3 @ 10:04PM  
I wonder if she knows what an impression she made on you?

Great rememberance, thanks for sharing.

Mar 3 @ 10:11PM  
Ohh a good story!

Mar 3 @ 10:42PM  
what a wonderful story

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