I've got a engineering business in a little estate with five other factories. My neighbours are a couple who run a beauty supply business. They seem nice enough but other than a quick nod and hello i don't really have a lot to do with them.
The other morning I went to check the mail and found a pair of women's black leather gloves sitting on the ground next to the mail boxes. It was kind of obvious that they were Silvia's from next door. If they weren't hers one of the boys from the factories had a little explaining to do. She must have dropped them so I thought I'd be nice and picked them up to return.
I threw them on my desk and forgot about them until I saw Georgio from next door walk past my window a few hours later. I grabbed the gloves, rushed out, told him the story and handed them to him. He thanked me and said he'd let Silvia know and that he'd send her around later to thank me. "No need mate, it's all good" I said as I made my way back inside. The last thing I need was to be wasting time with her over a stupid pair of gloves.
Most of my staff knocks off at three fifteen but I'm not so lucky. I heard the tapping at my office door and looked up to see Silvia standing there. I waved her in and could see that she's holding the gloves. "Damn gloves" I thought to myself as I smiled politely back at her.
I've got to admit she looks good for I'm guessing someone in her mid-forties. She was average height about five feet five or so, with shoulder length brown hair worn in a ponytail and beautiful big brown eyes. She looked pretty much like you expect someone working in the beauty industry to look - good. Sure she was probably a couple of pound heavier than back in the day but who isn't? Regardless she still had it going on.
She had on a business suit that looked tailored and of high quality. It consisted of a skirt worn down to the just past the top of her thighs and a somewhat figure hugging matching jacket. Sheer black stocking covered her still toned legs with black stilettos finishing off her power suit nicely.
I liked the jacket in particular. She wore it buttoned to just below her breasts which seemed to both push them together while still lifting them up. Whatever it did, that jacket made her tits look great.
So she's standing there in front of me and I'm thinking "great, here we go, this will be a total waste of time." When in a quiet almost sheepish voice she says "I'm supposed to thank you for returning my gloves." I tried to interrupt her but she barely took a breath before continuing. "I'm an excellent cock sucker." "Could I suck your cock - please" and smiled nervously unsure of the response.
Holly fucking shit there has to be candid cameras hiding somewhere. Someone's got to be putting me on was my instant reaction. Yet there she stood with only the desk between us looking every bit the slutty MILF wanting cock.