"Oooo, Yes Darling! Just like that! You feel so wonderful in my ass. Why haven't we thought of this sooner?" There I was, 8:30 am, prior to work on a Monday morning, on all fours in an empty office suite, Darren making love to my large bubble butt with his thick, black, hard 10 1/2 inch shaft. I was adorned in my smokey gray business suit, which included a mid-thigh pencil skirt, satin blouse, blazer, 8-strap garter belt holding up light gray rh&t stockings, and 5" high-heeled two-toned black & gray pumps. My hair is no longer long and snowflake white. When I turned 48 this past spring I decided on a change. Now it's platinum blonde, still wavy, but just above the shoulders in length, in a style that is similar to how Marilyn Monroe wore hers. I love it, and besides, it's amazing how much less time it takes to manage it.
"I just couldn't wait till lunchtime for you to pleasure me again with that sexy, talented mouth of yours."
Let me back up and fill you in on this ever going scenario. I met Darren a little over a year ago. At the time he was 19 to my 47 years of age. And I remember exactly what I was wearing...a black pleated skirt, red with white polka dot blouse, nude ultrashine stockings, and 5 1/2" high white-patent pumps. And my hair was snowflake white, long, wavy and full of bounce. While having lunch a few blocks from the office at one of those sidewalk cafes, I noticed him strolling down the street with two other young men, both of them white. What was not to notice about him...tall (6'4"), lean, handsome, young, and black as night. As they got closer I crossed my shiny, nylon encased legs. As they passed by I made eye contact with him and gave him a wink and a slight smile. They continued past me and made their way out of sight. I later found out they were on their way to grab some lunch. Five minutes later, I got up from the table and started heading back to the office, in the direction this young, hot looking man was headed in. At the end of the block I turned the corner and there he was, alone, looking down at me.
"What was that all about miss? Why did you wink at me?"
"Well, you are an extremely good looking man. You have a problem me noticing that and complimenting you with a smile?" I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was packing something quite impressive.
"Not at all, but I have a feeling you have something else on your mind."
"I do indeed. Would you care to help out an older woman in need or do you have to return to your friends?"
" No I don't, but I have to return to work in about 45 minutes. And let me say that you are very attractive yourself Miss..."
"Petersen....Victoria Petersen. And thank you? And your name?"
"Darren...just Darren!"