Got pulled into helping a charity with their paperworkin a community centre in town. There was I, not looking forward to some dreary time in an office, when I was introduced to the manager who was this gorgeous lady, with a killer body dressed in classic hippy jeans and t-shirt.
At least the time would go quickly while sharing the office with this beauty. She was a typical housewife, in a long term marriage so had forgotten how gorgeous she was, and had the lushiest of bums achingly outlined in tight jeans. She was 5' 5", fake blonde hair, bright face, brave enough not to wear any make up, while having the lovely curvy English rose body.
I started with some low key flirting, and slowly turned up the temperature over the months. I knew I had made a hit when she bent over and I glimpsed a lacy thong instead of the usual M&S white cotton.
How to push on? Christmas came, and I gave a simple gift and card, She gave me a kiss as a thank you, a peck on the cheek. "Is that it?" I asked mischeavously? Her response would mean either there was hope or it was a dead end.
"why what did you expect?" she asked with a cheeky smile. "A proper kiss" she leant in, it was now or never, I hugged her close and gave the longest deepest French kiss I could manage without suffocating, while at last letting my hands roam all over her body, especially that bootylicious bum.
She said not here, we can be seen. We rushed to a room that was lockable and on that first occassion was I lucky enough to taste that sweet pussy and musky ass, so much so that she nearly fainted, "its the first time I've orgasamed standing up!" My treat was to come later as we were interuppted, but so started an affair that lasted a good few years.
If those people only knew the filth and debauchery that had taken place in that community centre.
