With the boss dead now, I am in change. There in the rain she never looked better with tears streaming down those big blue eyes. Her long dark hair. Her wider-than-normal hips. Her long, strong legs in those black nylons. She couldn't hide her huge breasts in the formal attire even though she was trying to be conservative now. She was all-natural. And the veil. He couldn't figure out why it turned him on. He didn't care. He wanted her there and now. He had his men make a perimeter after the other mourners had filtered out. He comforted her.
"I am the boss now," he said.
"I know. I know," she replied. "And I'll take care of everything he said he would."
"Listen." He waited.
"Hey. Look at me."
She raised her big blue eyes. She was sobbing. Trying to get control. For a woman in her mid forties she was incredibly attractive. The maturity. The sadness. It only accentuated her beauty. The little girl still lurking behind those watery eyes and looking for strength to deal with this situation. She was the perfect blend of beauty and maturity and to him she was at her peak. She was a real woman with cellulite and wrinkles. But he liked it. He really, really liked it. He wasn't like those young bimbos the boys liked down at the club. She was real and he wanted her so bad. Now.
"I'll tell ya what. Fuggedaboutit."
She was shocked.
"What. What do you mean?"
"He's dead. And with all due respect. I'm in charge of this operation. So... forget about it"
"Really. You mean it."
"Yeah."
He took her hand. Come over here closer to the coffin. "I know you and me we always had a thing."
"Oh. But I don' think this is the time."
He put his hands up. "No. No. Hear me out." He made a stopping gesture with his palm.
He took her by the stainless steel coffin.
"He's dead. He treated you bad. I never said nuthin. But now he's gone. You deserve respect. And you deserve a chance to dig yourself out of the hole he dug."
"I--"
He cut her short. "Now we can start this off right. A fresh start for you and the kids. Yeah."
"Yeah. That would be... That would be great. I mean little Jimmy doesn't even have money for college."
"I know, I know, and we will address that. I want you to do me a favor now, though, first. I want you to put your hands on the coffin."
She started to sob more. "No. I don't think that's a good idea. I mean there's people."
"Don't worry. My men are here and they won't let anything happen to you."
"Go ahead. Put your hands on the coffin." He put his hand on her shoulder. He then moved behind her.
"We could go to your place. Or my house."
"No. I waited long enough." He didn't need any blue pill now. The whole scene engorged him. He had been half-hard during the ceremony occasionally thumbing it. He took hold of her narrow waist.
"Such a good looking woman you are. You kept yourself real nice."
She was sobbing and crying hard now.
He lifted up her skit and cut through her nylons. To his surprise she wasn't wearing any panties. Interesting.
"Keep you hands on the coffin."
"Yeah. Yeah. OK."
"It's OK. I'm not going to hurt you."
"I know." She sobbed. "I know."
He slid in. She was warm and wet. He didn't waste any time working up into a rapid pace. Her cries started turning to moans of pleasure.
