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Lesbian Female / 37
My Boss Is A Wicked, Dirty Old Man
Not much to tell. I'm 37 and work as an accountant for a major corporation at their downtown offices. As my boss says, I'm dependable. I have friends, female, who for one reason or another are also single. We have ladies night at this place for ladies only, all the ladies are there to scope out the pretty girls, only rarely is their a man there. It's a sanctuary place for us. You can feel the estrogen of the younger women kissing up to their dates and the menopause eyes of the older women wishing they still had 'it' recognizing that it's the Amex that makes them attractive. We were celebrating my birthday and It was there that I met Jan, an IP attorney for a local law firm.
Jan is one of those girls who always turned heads. She is used to getting attention. She has the T&A and the look in her eyes. Why she looked at me only the Gods know for sure. But that night we had a glass of wine and talked, deep talks about things that are far away and times that are not now. Her top was a bit too lose and when she leaned into to me to tell me this or that, her tit and nipple showed. No bra. And when she leaned into me and smiled and said I made her pussy sweat I lost my composure and kissed her hard on the lips and asked if she liked that, and she told me yes but she wanted more.
We went home back to my apartment and she slipped out of her clothes and laid back on the bed, nothing not God given, and she asked me if I liked what I saw. Yes I did! She was a Goddess herself, so perfect and full and she had this tiny little wisp of hair covering her hood. She let her legs open and she pulled back her knees and I face planted in her lap and went to work. She talked to me, things that didn't matter at all, I had a hard time answering I was busy right then. She held my head back and asked me square like a lawyer, if I was taking advantage of her.
It's hard being 37, I need to turn the lights down, believe me nature hasn't favored me like her. But she wanted to see me, to stand and just look at me. I work out at the gym, but gravity has taken away what I use to believe was my most attractive asset. She told me that as far as she was concerned. she liked 'mature' women, women with meaning, women who didn't make excuses. Women who wanted her for who she was, not what she was. Oh yes, I told her that what turned me on about her was between her ears, but right then I just wanted to spend a little more time between her legs.
She cuddled and wanted me to hold her and cup her breasts. In the morning she wanted to shower and have me lather her up. To take her out of the shower in a great big towel and just 'wrap' her up. We had English muffins and coffee and sat on the balcony watching the day come about. She left in an Uber and that's the last I saw of her.
Her firm, where she said she worked, hadn't heard of her. No person by that name. The State Bar had no record of her. None of the servers or the bartenders remember having ever seen her before. She just wasn't there, came to me like a dream and like a dream she left. Nothing made sense.
Until my boss, that wicked old man, asked me how I liked my birthday present.
Jan is one of those girls who always turned heads. She is used to getting attention. She has the T&A and the look in her eyes. Why she looked at me only the Gods know for sure. But that night we had a glass of wine and talked, deep talks about things that are far away and times that are not now. Her top was a bit too lose and when she leaned into to me to tell me this or that, her tit and nipple showed. No bra. And when she leaned into me and smiled and said I made her pussy sweat I lost my composure and kissed her hard on the lips and asked if she liked that, and she told me yes but she wanted more.
We went home back to my apartment and she slipped out of her clothes and laid back on the bed, nothing not God given, and she asked me if I liked what I saw. Yes I did! She was a Goddess herself, so perfect and full and she had this tiny little wisp of hair covering her hood. She let her legs open and she pulled back her knees and I face planted in her lap and went to work. She talked to me, things that didn't matter at all, I had a hard time answering I was busy right then. She held my head back and asked me square like a lawyer, if I was taking advantage of her.
It's hard being 37, I need to turn the lights down, believe me nature hasn't favored me like her. But she wanted to see me, to stand and just look at me. I work out at the gym, but gravity has taken away what I use to believe was my most attractive asset. She told me that as far as she was concerned. she liked 'mature' women, women with meaning, women who didn't make excuses. Women who wanted her for who she was, not what she was. Oh yes, I told her that what turned me on about her was between her ears, but right then I just wanted to spend a little more time between her legs.
She cuddled and wanted me to hold her and cup her breasts. In the morning she wanted to shower and have me lather her up. To take her out of the shower in a great big towel and just 'wrap' her up. We had English muffins and coffee and sat on the balcony watching the day come about. She left in an Uber and that's the last I saw of her.
Her firm, where she said she worked, hadn't heard of her. No person by that name. The State Bar had no record of her. None of the servers or the bartenders remember having ever seen her before. She just wasn't there, came to me like a dream and like a dream she left. Nothing made sense.
Until my boss, that wicked old man, asked me how I liked my birthday present.
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