Debbie Dingle was enjoying her new life on the island of Jersey.
Having landed a job as a mechanic in an upmarket motoring organisation, she and daughter Sarah had settled in very well indeed.
The only thing missing from her life was a man, or more to the point, sex, it was months since she had enjoyed sharing a bed with either a man, or she had in the past a woman.
She had been on a couple of dates with one of the other mechanics, but no with spark between them, that avenue fizzled out.
Laid in bed one night, she visualized having sex with the boss of the organisation Tom Hoyle.
He was in his mid forties, tall with a look of George Clooney about him. Having inherited the business his grandfather founded, he was very rich, with a string of sports cars to run around the island, a couple of boats moored in the marina, a stable of horses, not to mention a beautiful wife, yes you could say he had it made.
Debbie's neighbour was always pleased to take care of Sarah after school, allowing Debbie to work overtime when required.
One night whilst working on an important clients BMW, Debbie was under the hood, bending over the engine, when a voice from the back of the workshop said "now there is a sight to warm the heart of an old man," it was Mr Hoyle.
"What do you mean?" asked Debbie.
"To see a pert bottom like that, I was always a bottom man, and yours, Debbie isn't it? Is one of the nicest I have seen in a long time".
It was the first time Debbie had spoken to the big boss, and she surprised herself by turning around and saying "so you like what you see?"
"I certainly do, and I will be keeping my eye on you, young lady, goodnight Debbie." And with that turned around and left the room.
Debbi was disappointed, but over the next few weeks, she kept 'accidentally ' bumping into Mr Hoyle and a mutual kind of flirting took place, which built into sexual innuendo, and sexual tension was in the air.
Then one night, after all the others had left, Debbie left the maintenance section , crossed the floor of the car showroom, with its BMW's , Porches' and other top of the range automobiles. Debbie ran her hand along the side of a Audi sports and looked up into the executive offices, the light in Hoyle's office was still on.
Still uncertain ho things would go as she planned, Debbie nervously climbed the stairs and knocked on the door of his office.
"Come in" Tom Hoyle said in a surprised voice. He was taken aback when he saw Debbie standing in the doorway.
"This thing is going to happen sooner or later, so I thought we could get it out of the way." said Debbie, her voice trembling with nerves as she turned and locked the door.
She walked to the centre of the room and slowly unzipped her blue works overall, revealing a basic black bra, but with enough lift to create a nice cleavage.
Tom Hoyle was speechless as Debbie, climbed out of the rest of the suit, pulling off her big work boots as she did so. The black panties matched the bra.
She turned her back on him and pulled the panties tight into her crotch, exposing her bare cheeks to his sight.
"As good as you imagined, Mr Hoyle?" she said seductively .
Tom got up and crossed the room, turning Debbie round, his lips met hers, her tongue snaked into his mouth and was pleased that he responded quickly, he was a good kisser.
He moved his hands to her ass and gave a sigh as he caressed the soft skin of her cheeks, murmuring "oh Debbie, Debbie, Debbie" into her ear.
He then turned her round and dropping to his knees began to kiss her arse, covering the soft flesh with his rasping tongue, sending both of them into raptures of delight.
They move over to the couch in the corner of the office, Debbie quickly unbuttoned his shirt and was delighted to see he had a hairy chest, which she liked in a man. She leaned down and began to lick his nipples, which sent him wild with pleasure. After unbuckling his belt, she eased his zip down and slid his trousers over his hips and then all the way off.
He kept in shape for a man of his age and Debbie was getting moist just thinking about what was about to happen. His knitted boxer shorts followed and his cock sprang into her view. It was magnificent, about eight inches long, already erect, with good girth and a lovely suckable knob.
Debbie stood up and removed her bra, giving Tom a first sight of her breasts, beautifully proportioned, the nipples a deep pink, with fairly large aureoles. Her panties followed, revealing the triangle of dark brown pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs.
