Sex in Montpellier

As I lowered my denims and breeches, I felt the cool, dark air assault my previously unexposed area of the body. I felt anxious.

She was facing away from me, now, clad only in her blue, satin panties with their white, lace, trim. She had her right knee drawn up trying to remove her white, thigh-high stocking, using the nightstand to steady herself. Her body was composed of fair skin, a relatively flat abdomen, substantial, weighty breasts which undulated mightily while she performed even the most delicate of movements. Her sturdy hips providing the framework for her full backside which — although perfectly proportionate to her voluptuous body — would have been out of place on a younger, lesser woman.

She turned toward me with the distant, weary expression which only appears to affect large-breasted women, either from the responsibility of their weight, or the burden of man’s attraction to them. She carried this expression with her always, but it was distant now.

She placed her hand on my shoulder and stepped toward me — my firmness pressing against the satin of her panties as the nipples crowning her magnificent breasts pressed against my chest.

I was an eighteen-year-old of average height, but she was two inches taller and seemed more. I had only been with girls of my own age and who were shorter than I. In comparison, Miss Tanner was in her mid-forties and much larger, albeit Junoesque. But she never flaunted her body, on the contrary, her appeal was in her plainness. Never dressing down in order to hide herself, but, she never intentionally showing her anatomical gifts. … And if one were to see any cleavage, or draw any conception of her substantial and perfectly formed backside, it was only by mere chance.

She slid her hand down the length of my arm from my shoulder to my hand — which she took in her own and dragged upward along her body until my palm was on her breast. My hand felt small as it explored the grand curves of her fleshy globe. She watched me intently and I began to feel self-conscious, not sure how far she would let this go. Girls I had dated were often flighty when it came to playing around, often getting me aroused then changing their mind when confronted with what they felt were crude or abrupt advancements. This left me tentative and often kept me from fully letting go in such situations.

But as Miss Tanner — her right hand still holding my left to her breast — reached her other arm around the back of my neck and drew me in, the last image of her mouth — before disappearing against my own — was of a barely perceptible smile. She began light pecks, occasionally taking my lower lip between hers and sucking it gently. Then she placed her mouth fully onto mine and introduced her tongue to me. I had French-kissed a few girls before, but somehow with a woman as old as Miss Tanner, and as mature as she, it felt almost forbidden. I became aware of the time of night and realized that I was alone with this woman in her house, closed away in a secluded room in the home’s basement bedroom, and that there were hours in which anything could happen in this place, at this time, far away from the awareness of others… And the feeling of this was electric in my body. I felt as though everyone in the world was asleep, even God, and this woman and I were allowed total privacy to explore our primitive desires fully and without repercussion.

Her right hand released my left and gently pushed me away to make room for her hand continuing its downward path until it had found the object of her intention, which she lifted and ran her intuitive fingers along its underside. At that point, I was so consumed by passion, I became aware of my heart’s incessant pounding in my chest and found it difficult to fully breathe. I felt the wondrous sensation of her gently gripping then relaxing it before she set into a rhythmic pulling, so methodical and steady, as if she was setting a pace that could last days. Each upward pull seemed to be her attempt at bringing it closer to her bosom.

My left hand lay motionless on her breast as I was consumed by my other senses. She was relentless in her steady motion and her tongue massaged my own while her feminine breath washed over my face and flooded my senses. Her left hand gently rubbing circles on my back, giving me encouragement. My right hand, lying dormant along my side to this point, awakened and reached forward to touch her, finally meeting her upper thigh.

With that, she drew her hand to my shoulder and pushed me away gently, breaking the kiss. Her hand again found mine and she led me two half-steps over to the bedside, where we re-embraced with her lower body pinning my rigidity between us. Without breaking the kiss, she lowered herself onto the bed, leading me to her. She drew one knee up until her foot was on the edge of the mattress to help her move to the center of the bed.

I looked down, and then leaning over, I could see the under region of her thigh and where the outline of her panties met the clefts on either side of her covered mound. The material covering this area I could then see was thinner — woven in fine mesh — and decorated in floral halftones. The shade of her dark hair was visible; I became lost by the sight of this. I leaned closer to her until her knee was against my chest, then I pushed toward her and she responded by pulling her knee in toward her the rest of the way, leaving everything exposed and in full offering.

My right palm instinctively found the underside of her upper leg and my hand spread flat as it roamed downward until she curved. When I found this grand area, I started massaging and moving around the curves, feeling all of her. Then my hand slid across to her soft, panty-covered mound and began gently rubbing it. Warmth exuded from this part of her. Her kissing became more detached until she broke it at once and looked at me. I continued massaging her gently but more firmly and the delicate, pale flesh of her face flushed — either from her sensation or from my boldness.

She grasped my wrist firmly and pulled my hand until it met the mattress behind her and we were at an angle, with me hovering above her, her leg then beside me. She placed both her hands on the mattress and pushed herself back away from me until she sat in the center of the bed with her legs straight out in front of her — her breasts echoing her movements in weighted exaggeration. She patted the area of the mattress next to her glorious hip and winked. A sly smile emerged from her sober expression; she knew that she had full control over me.

Could I go through with this? This was a mother. This was my fallen friend’s mother. Paul, my friend, who I had grown up with, and went through high school with. My friend who had died five months earlier in an auto accident.

Divorced years earlier, she didn’t have anyone to help her with her grief. … And so she had turned to me, Paul’s best friend, to draw comfort immediately following the tragedy — to recollect the broken pieces of her lost relationship with him.

It began innocent enough with her and I looking through old pictures, or watching home movies centered around him, even going out to eat at restaurants they had frequented together. But her loneliness seemed to grow worse with every day. Soon, she was planning things to do, like going to the movies, cooking me dinner, watching television — things unrelated to Paul. Our relationship began to feel different. She no longer treated me just as Paul’s friend, but also as an equal.

From the time I was twelve until now, I have been attracted to Paul’s mom — her beauty, her graceful way of doing ordinary things, her no-frills pragmatism, her womanly curves… I had masturbated to so many women during these years, but she played the “starring role” most often in my mind’s pornographic imaginings.

Ever since Paul had died, she began giving me a hug every time I left her house, but the hugs began lasting longer… And after watching a popular movie on cable neither of us had seen — a movie with some gratuitous sex scenes — we both fell silent.

When the movie ended we made a few comments about the nonsexual parts of the movie’s plot, then I put my jacket on to go home. This time the goodbye hug was more full and deliberate, and she punctuated it by kissing my cheek. The feeling of being in a full embrace, feeling her large breasts pressed against me, the smell of her perfume, the feel of her lips against my cheek, all swirled in my head. While walking the three blocks home to my house, the scent of her perfume stayed with me. It was not the citrusy, sharp perfumes that girls my age seemed to wear, it was a complex fragrance that was mature and sophisticated, and seemed to define her as much as she defined it.

Tonight, she had asked me to come over to watch a movie she had rented. She had told me to let myself in, and I was sitting on the couch when she came in from her bedroom saying she had just taken a shower. She was wearing an all-black silk robe that came down to the mid-thigh area. She sat on the love seat, while I was on the main couch. She started some small talk while she pulled her hair back in a pony tail. And while she had her hands behind her head cinching the band around her hair, the robe fell partly open and I could see the side of her ample breast. When she finished, she patted the cushion next to her and I walked awkwardly over and sat next to her on the love seat.

When she started the movie, I knew right away that it was not a box office hit of any kind. The audio was very poor, and the quality of the video seemed not much better than that of a camcorder. When the title flashed across the screen, my first instinct was that they had mistakenly given her the wrong movie and I turned to look at her. When she didn’t look at me, and her face and neck reddened slightly — with no discernable change to her expression — I realized that no mistake had been made. It hit me in a wave: She wanted to watch a porno with me. A feeling of excitement, horny-ness, and fear all swelled up inside of me at once, making me feel dizzy and nauseous.

The opening scene of the video showed an older woman and boy around my age sitting on a couch together engaged in small talk. The stilted dialogue with the actors’ uninspired delivery didn’t lessen its impact; it heightened it, in fact. Why else would two people watch such a horrific display of acting and plot development other than to watch what, no doubt, would soon happen.

The older woman on the screen scooted closer to the young man and began rubbing the area of his jeans where his two legs joined. Seconds later she helped him off with his jeans and began running her hand along his firmness until she lowered her head to his lap and proceeded with lubricating him — running her tongue along its underside, then swirling it along its cap.

I was reaching a level of awkward excitement that my heart sounded like it was beating against my ear drums. I was stealing glances at Miss Tanner from the corners of my vision — still too afraid to look her in the eye. I had the feeling she felt similarly, as she watched the television and futzed with what was an attempt at an appropriate facial expression. The actors’ lewd sounds and actions filled the room and juxtaposed our total silence and frozen state, and the already formidable tension in the room became more obvious.

The young actor grabbed the woman by her pony tail with both hands and began bobbing her head in a vulgar display of control that resembled a young Dutch maiden churning butter.

At that point I felt a comforting hand on my arm. I looked down as she slid her hand down onto the back of mine and clasped it. She was looking at me with glazed eyes, glistening with desire. Her breathing was shallow as my eyes became drawn to the inside of her partially exposed breast. She pulled my hand toward her and placed my index finger in her mouth and pursed her lips around it slowly and gently — drawing her cheeks in with my finger then pulling it out with her hand. She continued to watch me with a self-assuredness in her eyes, which were framed by the now crimson skin of her face.

And now… Now, she lay before me in the center of the bed — wearing only panties that I never before believed I would see on her. The moonlight flooded through the basement window, draping her curves in its bluish light.

I crawled across the bed to her and she guided me down so I lay on my back. Straddling me in reverse with her powerful legs, she lowered herself onto my face. I began massaging her mound through the panties with my mouth and tongue. She was leaning forward slightly and supporting herself with her hands on my hips. I pulled the panties to the side and she pulled away from my mouth to allow me this, then lowered herself back down. Her fleshy cleft was warm and wet, and I spread her behind to expose her, and to allow my tongue to explore her fully.

I wet two of my fingers and eased them inside of her as I alternated sucking and tonguing just under her opening. She began to gently rock then rotate her hips, and I heard an “Uuuhhhnnn” sound escape her mouth. The outside of my mouth was now covered with her juice…

With no warning, she leaned forward and I felt a warm, moist sensation cloak my manhood and my mouth involuntarily fell open. Her heavy breasts lay on my abdomen as she began bobbing her head up and down. All the way up and dancing her tongue on my crown, then sucking all the way down until her lips were at my base. She increased her tempo with inspiration as loud slurping noises that filled the room. The feeling was overwhelming to the point that the periphery of my vision began to close and it looked as though I was looking through a tunnel. I began moving my fingers between her slick, inner walls with a renewed vigor that seemed to energize her own movements.

Here I was with the most bawdy view of my friend’s mother, and although I could not see her face, her actions had me on the edge of consciousness.

In a burst of passion I grabbed her hips and smashed my face to her sex lips with force and began sucking and tonguing her folds with abandon. She paused halfway through one of her descents, and she let out an “Uuuhhhuuuuhhh!” in a voice I had never heard from her before. Then after realizing that my relentless attack was not to cease, I heard her utter, “Oh my God” in a low, solemn tone.

She tried to pry one of my hands from her hip and failed… “Oh my God” — again in a slightly urgent voice. Then she reached her hand over her backside and pushed my forehead away until the contact had been broken. She removed herself from her exposed position and stepped onto the floor where she promptly removed her panties. When the moonlight hit her face, I could see that she was deeply flushed and a light sheen of sweat adorned her face and upper chest. Without making eye contact, she knelt back onto the bed and straddled my hips, facing me, and grabbing a hold of my rigid, glistening member she guided it to her opening then placed both hands on my chest as she lowered her ample bottom down until I was completely engulfed.

The sensation of her damp heat enveloping my aching probe led to an unexpected “Ooohhh” come out of my mouth. She smiled at me with a knowing, motherly smile and her sweaty, pink face glowed. She did not move. And I stared in awe at her wide hips curving inward at the waist, around to her marvelous breasts — while loose strands of hair clung to her sweaty neck. She leaned forward and engaged my mouth with hers in a slow kiss as her breasts rest across my chest, with her protruding nipples pressing out from their centers.

My arousal began to peak and I breached her lips with my tongue and explored the inside of her mouth. With that, she raised her hips from mine, drawing her hot sex along the length of my shaft to its tip, then lowering herself on me, impaling herself once again. She continued this motion with sensual, methodical precision. I grabbed her hips and drove hard into her several times and she moaned in my mouth. Then as I stopped to catch my breath, she resumed her deliberate assault on my staff.

I knew I could not take much more of this treatment, and after three more descents I felt my desire concentrated into a dull ache that emerged in my groin.

“Miss Tanner, I’m not going to last much longer.”

She halted herself in mid-stroke and gently pulled herself off me — this, in itself, almost bringing me over the edge. She sat back down, pinning my member between my lower abdomen and her humid mound. Then she held herself directly over me with her arms, straight, on either side of my head.

“So.” She said, smiling again. “Is there anything else you want to try?”

I couldn’t answer — still in awe over the sight of her breasts suspended just above me and the heat from her essence radiating against me.

She laughed and wiped the sweat from my face with her thumb. “I’m sorry, maybe we should have started a little slower.”

On its own, my right hand palmed the weight of her left breast and began to massage it. She looked down at my hand then back at me with a slightly mischievous expression, “You know, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can start again.”

“Okay”, was all I could say.

With that she unstraddled me and kneeled alongside placing one hand on the bed and reaching her other out toward me. I placed my hand in hers and she pulled me up to my knees and led me behind her. Then she placed that hand onto the bed and raised her hips up before me so that she was on all fours. I placed one hand on the left side of her grand bottom and felt underneath and between her legs to get my bearings. My right hand found her wet, hairy mound, and I ran my fingers along her central cleft.

I had only done this once with a girl and the thought of doing this to my best friend’s mother — to Miss Tanner — had me throbbing. I pressed the end of my hardness against her soft mound and pushed forward until it began to ease in. Miss Tanner was motionless as if concentrating on my progress. I felt pressure as I continued to move my hips toward and then she accepted me fully. I slid all the way in until my hips met her heart-shaped bottom. The feeling was glorious as I absorbed the sight of my erection penetrating her in this manner.

I grasped her hips and withdrew slowly, then penetrated her completely once again. I noticed that the pale skin on her back began to flush and she lowered her head. I quickened my pace and my hips and lower abdomen began making a deep, slapping sound that echoed off the walls of the empty room.

I began pulling her toward me as I thrusted into her deeply, making a sharp report with every contact. A slurping suction sound filled the room as I continued my relentless assault on her backside and she let out an “Oooohh” like a cat meowing.

I began to slow my pace, forcing her to absorb every inch of my penetration, and I was transfixed by the sight of my manhood disappearing deep within her. On impulse, I wet my middle finger and rubbed Miss Tanner’s vacant aperture and she raised her head off the mattress, but didn’t utter a sound.

I pressed my finger against the forbidden treasure and, ever so slowly, the aperture accepted my finger a fraction at a time. My erection was half inside of her as I concentrated on my new exploration, working my digit back and forth, back and forth, placing it further inside of her a little at a time. She began meeting my advancements with her bottom, rocking back into me then pulling away. Soon she was absorbing my finger and my erection together at once and I braced myself as she drove herself onto them repeatedly with vigor. She was silent throughout, but as she continued her pace, the flushed area of her back returned in a deep rouge and she rose up to all fours again, slamming her backside into me.

“Oh my god, what a nice taste. I had forgotten that we didn’t clean you up. Well, I think I am doing it now. Very tasty I must say.” She laughed throatily before going back sucking and licking.

But it was no use. She put all her skill into it but my cock didn’t respond. Eventually she gave up very disappointed. She pulled me with her into the water where we played for quite some time.

“Well, time to go back home I guess,” she finally said and waded ashore. I stood looking at her swaying hips and bouncing ass, a lovely sight.

She started to collect our things that were spread out. She knelt to pack her basket and stood on all fours. Suddenly I got a strong déjà vu-feeling. Miss Boman was back again. It was exactly like she had done. And the voluptuous body was so similar to hers. Miss Boman-pretending-to-be wriggled her ass unconsciously but all the same very sexy and invitingly just like she had done. There was no doubt. Miss Boman was back and sexy as hell.

I quickly got out of the water and ran up to her. I flung myself down on my knees behind her and grabbed her swaying breasts leaning over her body. She cried out of surprise but didn’t hesitate for long. She pressed back and my cock slipped in between her thighs scraping along her slit. It was all of a sudden hard as steel and I got a strong desire to mount this lovely woman again.

It was going to be just like last time I thought. I would mount her from behind there and then while she was on all fours. I would fuck her forcefully until she screamed in ecstasy then more tenderly until she came again. Then she no doubt would want to change position and move over to the boulder. She would lean over it, stretch out and wriggle her ass invitingly. I was sure she wanted to be speared and be covered like a stallion does the mare. Ruthlessly, without consideration, thinking only of his pleasure, doing his best to place a mighty load deep inside the womb to impregnate her. That was the true meaning of fucking which Mrs. Lundin so thoroughly had taught me. Yes, she wanted it to be that way, I was absolutely sure. Well, perhaps not the impregnating part. And when the first blast hit her inner wall she would come herself in a shuddering climax screaming on top of her lungs.

Oh yes, I was going to fuck Miss Boman-pretending-to-be just the way I had fucked Miss Boman as the final of our tremendous Sunday on this island. But it would feel even better now when I knew so much more about how to do it and what pleasures to expect.

Miss-Boman pretending-to-be looked up over her shoulder. There was a knowing smile on her face and her eyes beamed. She nodded slightly, a nod of consent. She had instinctively understood what I had in mind and now tacitly agreed to it.

I let go of her breasts raising my upper body and withdrew slightly from her body. I grabbed my cock and started to caress her pussy slit with it. Miss Boman-pretending-to-be was sway-backed with her ass pouting out. But as her pussy moistened and her clit swelled out of its protecting hood she gradually lowered her head and shoulders to rest on the ground. Her shivering ass stuck up in the air. Yes, she was ready, very willing and waiting eagerly.

I helped my cock to find the entrance and pushed the head inside. Miss Boman-pretending-to-be cried out of delight and pushed back hard forcing my cock deeper into her. I could still recall the feel in my cock to be fully engulfed by her pussy and held in a firm grip. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard according to my plan. Very soon she started to grunt and moan meeting my hard thrusts. She was well on her way and her pussy was lovely narrow giving much pleasure. She started to moan higher and higher and crying out in between. I changed gear, picking up speed for the final. . .

“Sorry to have kept you waiting.”

My sweet memories were abruptly interrupted. Miss Boman had suddenly come into the room carrying a tray with two cups. She put it on the table. “There was no coffee left, I had to make a new brew, and also had to take care of a few things. I hope you didn’t mind being left on your own for a while.”

“Hi Erik,” she said leaning over me kissing me lightly. “How are you nowadays? How is your sex life? I bet you are fucking many co-eds. They are a horny pack, I have heard. And so good-looking, many of them and young,” she chuckled.

“Uh, hi Miss Boman. Well, no I haven’t. It’s not that easy. Not for me anyway. And no-one is as good-looking as you,” I said finding words in the end.

“Tut-tut, but thank you. I liked that,” Miss Boman said tousling my hair. “And it is Gunilla, didn’t we agree on that?”

“Well yes, but you said only when we are alone and never in the office,” I said. She had asked me to call her by her given name when we returned from the island.

“Oh well, yes, maybe I did. Well Miss Boman it is then. Feels a bit funny, though, after all the pleasant things we have done. Well, well.” She smiled sweetly and sat down on the armrest making herself comfortable with her arm around my shoulders. “Well let’s talk about you. There is plenty of time before your father is back. You have got laid after we had that marvelous Sunday on the island, haven’t you? I am sure you have. I want to know all about it. I love to hear such stories so tell me please.”

“Uh, well, but there really is nothing to tell,” I said trying to get off the hook.

“Oh yes, there is. I am quite sure. You have developed fast in a few months. And if it isn’t the co-eds it must be someone else. What about Mrs. Lundin? I have a strong feeling that she fucked you when she visited your mother this summer. In fact, I think that was the main reason for her visit. These sophistic ladies can be really horny sluts, when in bed worse than the rest of us,” Miss Boman giggled.

“How do you know that she stayed with us?” I asked, still trying to avoid telling. But I had overheard when mother had discussed it with Miss Boman. In fact it was Miss Boman who had persuaded mother not to cancel the invitation to Mrs. Lundin although I already had been initiated so lovely and thoroughly by Miss Boman. But she didn’t know that I knew.

“Well I am a secretary and a good one. I should keep track of the boss, shouldn’t I. So I know. Now tell me. Give me a good story. I want to hear all the juice details. Come on.” Miss Boman adjusted her seat on the armrest, preparing for the full story. She played with my hair and caressed my head lightly.

So I had to tell her about how Mrs. Lundin had stayed with us to be my teacher and to give me practice as Miss Boman had suggested. A lot of practice she had given me being very generous with her body. And well, she hadn’t exactly hesitated. On the contrary.

After I got started it felt good to tell. Miss Boman was an active listener, breaking in, wanting more details, pretended to be horrified over Mrs. Lundin. In the end she sat back with a big grin on her face.

“Oh, Erik. What a good story. And she must have felt very pleased after all these good fucks you had. You really gave her what she no doubt needed. And I was right. What a horny bitch. So shameless as soon as she got naked. Wanting to be taken in all her holes. And so many times.” Miss Boman laughed throatily and rose from the armrest.

She moved around a little and then rested her butt against father’s desk.

“Erik, thank you for telling me that lovely story. You told it so well making me all wet and horny. Please come and sit over here.” She indicated my father’s chair at the other side.

I did as she asked me. It had in the past always turned out well for me.

I sat in the big swivel chair. Miss Boman swung her legs over the desk top and planted her feet at the armrests.

“Erik, you told so nicely about how you licked Mrs. Lundin to orgasm several times. It made me remember when you licked me and it made me very horny. Will you lick me? You are so good at it. Please?” She lifted her wide skirt and before my eyes was her naked pussy. She had already taken off her panties. Or didn’t she wear any at the office? I looked up and met her smiling eyes.

“Please,” she whispered.

Well why not. Mother had made me understand that I really liked licking pussy. And in front of me was a very tempting one, tasty, wet and willing. I dug in and licked through her slit. She was dripping wet and I lapped up some of her moistness with its familiar fresh sweet-sour and salty taste. I probed her pussy and licked all around it. Her clit started to swell and Miss Boman groaned when I flicked it with my tongue. I kept working and she started to moan and cry out every time her clit was touched. It was by now swollen and hard and completely out of its sheltering hood. Miss Boman leaned back supporting herself with her arms behind her. She pushed her pussy forward against my mouth. She bounced slightly up and down. Suddenly her bouncing got frantic and she cried out, a long relieving cry. She closed her thighs to keep my tongue away.

“Boy, what I have longed for that, oh my goodness, yes. You are so good with your tongue. You were good when we last met but you have improved much since then. Well, practice makes perfect, that is known. And you have practiced, we know that.” Miss Boman chatted on as always.

She sat up on the desk and moved her feet to the seat of my chair.

“Tell me more, Erik. You are so good at telling. Just as good as you are in fucking. Tell me.”

“What should I tell more?” I said trying to sound honest but avoiding declining that there was nothing more to tell.

“Oh, I want to hear about Miss Anderson. She stayed a weekend in early September working with your father. I know that you were there for the weekend. Remember? You rode home together with them. Tell me, and don’t say that nothing happened. I met her coming back on that Monday morning and she was beaming, looking like she had been fucked to her full satisfaction. And I don’t think it was your father fucking her. Heavens no. So tell me now.” Miss Boman demanded, leaning forward to kiss me and sat up prepared to listen.

“Uh, well, all right. Yes we fucked. She is the opposite of Mrs. Lundin. Doesn’t say a word in excess and is very direct and to the point. She asked me without preliminaries if I wanted to fuck her. But she was very nice to fuck, her gruffness got away once we started. And a great fuck she is,” I said again wanting to tell.

“Oh yes, I knew it. Tell me all, what are you waiting for?” Miss Boman said and pulled the chair towards her to get me in between her open thighs. She leaned forward and my nose was pressed into her deep cleavage. A few buttons in her strict blouse had come unbuttoned.

And I told her the full story and Miss Boman was as active as before.

“Oh my goodness. She was horny indeed. It’s no wonder that she wants to be taken from behind. She has a marvelous ass. And she took your fat cock up her ass just like that? What a slut. And then you had another round in the morning? A very satisfying fuck I must say from what you just told me. She really had reasons to be stiff legged that morning, hadn’t she? And to look so very contented, having been shafted so forcefully from behind just to her liking.” Miss Boman laughed throatily.

She sat up and started to unbutton my shirt.

“Are you horny? Want to fuck me? I want to fuck, that’s for sure. I want to be fucked here, on your father’s desk. Always wanted to,” she said grinning and kissed me.

“But, but what about if my father comes back?” I asked concerned.

“Don’t worry. I am a good secretary and I will know when he comes back. But I can put on the red lamp if it makes you to feel safer,” she said mockingly. “But let’s undress. I want to be totally naked.”

Miss Boman climbed down from the table and took her clothes off teasingly. She was very sexy. Well, the wide skirt easily fell to the floor and there were no panties. But she had stockings fastened with garters and a garter belt, an outfit which I had never seen before. The belt accentuated her slim waist and broad hips and the garters framed her pussy very nicely. She started to take a stocking off with a foot on the armrest. But when she noticed my interested stares she stopped.

“Want me to keep these on,” she said giggling and smiled naughtily at me. “Well, why not, they won’t be in the way.”

She took a few steps back and put her shoes back on. It was high heels matching her black garters. She wriggled her hips while unbuttoning the blouse letting it slide off her body. Underneath she wore a low cut bra that showed off her breasts very nicely. She had a deep narrow cleavage. She turned around and slowly put her arms around her back to unclasp the bra. She let it join the blouse on the floor and turned around. She stood before me slowly gyrating her hips.

“Oh, Miss Boman. You look so lovely, much lovelier than I remembered. You have such a voluptuous body,” I said admiring her.

“Oh, thank you Eric. Voluptuous you said? That was nice of you,” she said throatily and pirouetted before me showing also her ass, so lovely framed by the garters and the belt.

“Why do you still have your clothes on? Don’t you want to fuck me?” she pouted. “Well I have to take care of that myself then,” she said and pulled me to my feet. She knelt before me and very expertly unbuckled my belt, pulled the zipper and wriggled my pants down. My shorts were a swift doing although my stiff cock was a little troublesome. But she grabbed it and pulled it out. She sat back for a second looking at my cock before she moved forward and kissed the head.

“So nice,” she murmured. “I love this cock.” She looked up smilingly and then she took my cock into her mouth and sucked on it. I quickly took my shirt off.

“That’s good. Hard and strong, just the way I like it,” she said rising up and snuggling into my arms. “Now I want to fuck.” She climbed up on the desk and sat with her ass at the edge, her legs dangling. Only then did I realize that the desk top was empty. All the things my father used to keep there had been cleared away. She had been preparing, that was for sure.

I stepped in between her legs not sure about how to do it but she put her legs around my waist pulling me close and wriggled her ass to help me inside. Suddenly my cock was engulfed by her warm, soft pussy.

“Oh yes. That’s the way it should be. The cork is in the bottle, the plug in its hole, the cock in the pussy. Yes, yes, fuck me . . . harder, fuck me harder . . . oh, dear me . . . oh, my lord . . . oh yes that’s it . . . Oh mighty lord I am coming . . . oh yes . . . oh yes . . . oh my goodness.” Miss Boman chatted and moaned. Her ass bounced up and down when I thrust into her lovely pussy. She cried out when she came and pulled me tight to her with her legs.

“Oh darling Erik. That was lovely as always. Come, I want to kiss you.” She pulled my head down and kissed me, the deep tongue twisting kiss she had taught me at the lake. Her pussy held me in a good grip and she moved her ass slightly to massage my cock.

“We want more, don’t we,” she said breaking our kiss. “Come on up, I want to lie flat out on this desk. Always have. Come, enter me like you did your first time. Come on top of me, pin me down.”

While speaking she moved up on the big desk. She lay down planting her feet at the corners of the desk, thighs spread wide. I crept up to lie on top of her. She moaned of delight when I was fully stretched out on her. She wriggled her ass and helped my stiff cock to get back into her hot pussy. We lay like that for a little while the only movement being her pussy muscles that massaged my cock slightly.

Finally she took my face between her hands kissed me and looked at me smilingly.

“What about some action. This woman wants to be fucked long and hard,” she said giggling, looking me in the eye. . . “Fuck me please, for heavens sake fuck me with that strong cock,” she suddenly cried out and heaved her ass under me.

I set to work fucking her to the best of my ability. I lifted myself off her, supporting myself only on arms and knees, my body straight and stiff like a beam. My cock stood out like a ramrod. She lifted up her pelvis to meet my long hard thrusts and started to moan nearly immediately. It was lovely in her pussy. She used her skill to make it very pleasant, changing it all the time from narrow to wide open. I never knew when starting an inbound stroke what to expect which caused my cock to bottom out in her forcefully now and then. She grunted each time but it sounded pleasurable. I assumed that she did it on purpose and banged as hard as I could all the time letting her make the choice how deep and hard she wanted it to become. Her full ass helped to soften the impact on the hard surface.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and shortened my thrusts trying to get deep inside each time. When I started to come my body became stiff. The only part that was in contact with her was my hard cock that was buried deep and to the hilt in her pussy. I heard her cry out before I collapsed letting her carry my full weight.

I came to when she wriggled under me. She giggled and writhed even more wanting to get free. Clumsily I moved away and got down from the table. I stood at the side looking at her glowing body. Her eyes beamed. She sat up and swung her legs graciously over the side. I hugged her and she melted into my arms. Her body was soft and glowing.

“Erik, you really made a fantasy come true. I have dreamt about something like this for a long time and you made it even better than in my dreams. You had a good time yourself? I lost you at the end and then you pinned me down on the table, didn’t you? Your cock was strong as steel and it grew when you came so very deep inside me. Lovely, just lovely.” Miss Boman whispered in my ear when we hugged.

“Oh, look at the table. Better to clean that up, don’t you think?” Miss Boman pointed at a puddle on the table top. “I have to get a cloth or something.”

With spring in her step she walked out of the office. Her ass swung nicely. I heard her open the outer door and go somewhere. An image flashed through my mind and I quickly moved to the outer door. Soon Miss Boman came along the corridor, stark naked except for the stockings and garters. She moved graciously and with self confidence put her breasts and hips forward when she walked. She stopped in front of me and wriggled her hips a few times, with great self-confidence.

“Pity I can’t walk like this every day. I love to do it. Feels so good,” she said giggling. “Move, I have to clean up. But wait, better start with this”

She knelt before me and cleaned my cock with the cloth. She ended it by taking my whole cock in her mouth and sucked it for a while.

“There you are. Nice and clean,” she said when she rose and smiled sweetly. She moved past me and leaned over the table to reach the puddle. She wriggled her ass deliberately at me. She cleaned the table and went back with the cloth to the wash room. I stood in the doorway admiring her.

When she came back she melted into my arms. And we hugged and kissed for a while. She was so very nice to hold. Her warm body pressed into mine.

My cock twitched and come back to life. Miss Boman noticed it immediately. She knelt before me and took my cock in her mouth. Very skillfully she sucked me back to full hardness.

“Oh my darling. I just love to feel your cock grow in my mouth. You will take me again and fuck me more, much more. You will make me come again. I will love that. But I want it from behind this time. Let’s move.” She positioned herself bending over, supporting herself with hands on the table, feet spread apart. She was wide open and ready.

I took my cock and stroked it along her pussy slit and massaged the whole area. I also teased her ass hole when passing. Her clit was hard and stood out. She moaned when the cock head caressed it.