I worked some time ago for a mid-sized manufacturing company as accountant. The lady that dealt with the petty cash, sales reps expense claims, from England have a perfect skin. She wasn't a beauty but had something quite sexy about her manner. She sat behind a fairly high counter-top.As her immediate boss, often our working relation require me discuss work related matters. From my position I have during these conversions, I more often then not, had the advantage of my view, which is looking down over her. With only the counter she works behind, as a barrier between us. She usually wore simple dresses, like frocks, with normal cut over her breasts. Nothing slutty, though the fabric would often gape a little, exposing most of her breasts. She, an average size tits, already a sag to them. Understandable after 2 children. Sometimes her bra cup would fall a bit off the breast exposing her nipples. Every-time I was blessed with a little bit of a glimpse. Her breasts appeared a little puffy, and dark, which contrasted just perfectly against her white creamy skin.

She lived on the Bluff, which is a big middle-class suburb where I also lived. She was a hard worker, never eager to leave too promptly in the afternoons. I would usually stay a bit later then most of the admin staff to try set a good example. She was often leaving around the same time as me. One day i had reason to ask her to finish a particular job and we prepared to leave simultaneously. I had never asked her how she commuted between work and home. Also considered not to create a possible unwanted situation. Therefor one does not want to come across to personal or friendly with any of the staff members. Though that particular evening when I took the chance in asking her, she responded, by bus when she is late to join the lift from a friend. This was an evening, to late for the lift with a friend. Therefor I offered to take her home, it wasn't far out of my way, I enjoyed taking to her in the car during the trip. She was intelligent, and relaxed. Sitting there next to me with her dress just revealing her knees. Part of her thighs, also visible to me. I couldn't stop imagining her in so many alluring ways. I wondered what her pussy looked like, the size of her clit, the labia shape etc.She thanked me politely for the lift. I watched her as she entered into her modest house.

A few days later, after thinking of her, and imagining all sorts of pervy situations, I deliberately convinced her to stay a little late again. I offered to take her home. She graciously accepted, in completing the additional work. We chatted again during the drive, this time she asked if i would like to come inside for a cup of tea. Of course I accepted, though I felt nervous, as I was planning by measures to be applied, in my mind, a best moment to perhaps kiss her and hopefully make progress. Her husband was a bit of a drunk , spending way too much time out at the Old boys club, drinking with his buddies. I got rid of that interfering inhibition-ed feeling, I moved in, kissed her. She melted, moved up against me, kissing me hard and passionately. I felt her tits, they seemed perfect to me, and the nipples , then, not puffy but hard and quite full. It seemed my touches had made her twitch immediately played with them. My wife's nipples that are not that sensitive, so it was a fantastic feeling. I pulled up her thin frock and. I got to play with them. My fingers moved between her legs over her panties -- they were soaked and slimy with her juices. I pushed her back onto her little kitchen table. She hopped a bit, leaned backwards, sat down with her legs parted. I pulled aside the panties, drenched in her slimy juice, sucked and licked her cunt as if I had never tasted one before. The truth is, my wife gets wet, but nothing like this experience, also her pussy lips are not nearly as thick and long as this new found lady . Her lips parted over my nose as I pushed my tongue up inside her. She layed backwards , supporting her weight on her elbows. I frantically undid my trousers and my cock sprang out, some precum glistening on my cock head, pushing it hard up inside her. A few thrusts and I was already close to orgasm, just as she came, head backwards, back arching upwards, shuddering a few times. Which put me over the edge immediately. I shot my whole load up inside her. All this had happened in a very short time of minutes, we looked at each other before laughing out loud.

She hopped of the table and straightened her dress. I wiped my cock as best I could before putting it away. I thought at the time, it would be a good idea to leave asap, just in case her husband came home early that day.

The following day at the office, when she came to me, telling me she got into bed with my cum still inside her. Her husband came to bed drunk after eating and fell asleep next to her. She also said, it was the sexiest feeling she had ever had in her life, lying next to him with my cum inside her, and still on her pussy hairs and lips.

These trips home continued for several months after, she always spoke of how she would not wash away the semen before getting into bed those nights. On some occasions, after he had slept his alcohol off for a few hours, he would want to fuck her, and she would tell me how much she loved feeling him push his cock inside her with my cum helping as a lubricant. She was just the best shag I have ever had, not because she did any acrobatic stuff, but she had the most perverted head on a woman that I ever had the privileged of knowing, let alone the fucking.

Sadly her husband got a job far way in a different town, after they re located, I have never seen her since