My CPA and is one of the best in town, always gets me money back So I keep his phone number handy. He and his wife are partners in his business and both are competent CPA’s so I recommend them to all my coworkers and friends. This year I went to get my Taxes done and Cleo was out of town, his wife Alicia was at the office So we discussed what we had to do to take care of this mess I was looking at. Alicia is an older black woman and sweet as she can be. Her body is a bit out of shape for her 56 years but still has a fine ass on her.
I sat there my mind wandering more about her and what I would do to her than my taxes.
“Did you hear what I said Mr. Massey?
I woke up from my lusty daydream. “No. I’m sorry I didn’t!”
“I said, we are going to have to do a lot of work to get you out of this mess.”
“I see. I knew it was bad but you know the IRS.”
Alicia went back to her paperwork and I went back to my fantasy about her. Staring at her large brown tits as they showed from the top of her blouse, admiring the valley that was there. I was gone again when I heard her voice.
“Mr. Massey, Mr. Massey! I need some questions answered if I am to help you.”
“I’m sorry Alicia my mind was somewhere else.”
“I noticed! And thank you but we really need to get this taken care of!”
Alicia worked until 8 PM on my taxes finally she announcing it was done.
“Thanks so much Alicia, You deserve a good meal for taking so much time with that. Would you like to go out to eat? I know I’m hungry!”
“Well yes thank you I would, I’m starving also, give me a minute to change.”
She came back in 10 minutes wearing a very nice dress and a white blouse that did nothing to hide her assets. I noticed she had no bra on either, worked for me. I felt myself getting a hard on just from the view. I walked her out to my car, being the perfect gentleman I held the door of my car for her.
“I hope you don’t mind riding with the top down Alicia, it’s so beautiful out tonight!”
“No, I think it will be wonderful to get some air after being in the office all day, thank you for asking.’
We went to a very nice Mexican restaurant, and had a good meal and a great time talking and flirting. I felt pretty good after a couple of margaritas and being there with her. Not bad for a 32-year-old white man I thought to myself. She is the prettiest woman here and was feeling no pain when I helped her back to my car. I watched as her head lay back looking at the stars as I drove her home. She was pretty drunk from the 3 drinks she had, so I helped her inside. When I turned to leave she grabbed me by the arm.