Saturday, October 23, 2010

Incident at Work....I gawked and gazed upon it, upon her as if she knew I’d do it,

 Someone once said “Delicacy…it’s an Art.” I don’t know who. I don’t 


know where I heard it at. But I do believe it is true. I’m there each and 


every day, almost, dying to see Jennifer if at all possible. Does she know 


it? I don’t know. I shrug my shoulders, wondering. Do I care if she 


knows it? Not one damn bit.
Walking in, I walk down the corridor. Past Ryan’s, past Dauphine’s, past 


all the cubicles, and as I get closer I listen for her voice. I close my eyes.


 I try and smell her from a distance. Of course, I didn’t, but that was 


okay. I could hear my stepmother. I heard her soft, beautiful voice two 


doors down. She was speaking to someone. I slowed. My dreams wanted


 her. I wanted her. I’m 26 now. She’s 37. My father, he’s 48. Let me put 


it this way. He’s in very good shape. How and why and…well how and


why she wanted to hook up with him I do not know, but maybe I’m the 


lucky one here.
“Hiiiiiiii Jennifer” I called out as I played like I was whizzing past her 


office to mine. I immediately slowed down, thinking why is she all 


dressed up? As if she’s going out on a hot, hot date. Can I slow down?


 Can I step backward? Can I turn and look her over, her body, her 


breasts…her beauty…all over? Can I? No, and I shook my head no, no I 


can’t. “You look great again, Jennifer” I said aloud as I headed towards 


my office. I heard a thank you from her as I turned in to it. I went to 


work.
25 minutes later I heard a knock. Before I even said to come in, she 


walked in. Bright smile and white teeth gleaming from within her She


 was wearing a blazer, but beneath it was a tight looking knit top and


 her skirt…well her skirt wasn’t necessarily tight, but it formed around


 her long legs and thighs perfectly. Her medium long hair was dashing.


 Man did I want to be in bed with her. Medium powerful tits. Round, not 


small, but not big either. They seemed they knew where they wanted to


 be and that was in my mouth. She held herself, flawlessly. She stood 


graciously, in a flirtatious manner, but a motherly one too.
I gawked and gazed upon it, upon her as if she knew I’d do it, and 


Jennifer walked towards me as I did. She did it as if she was about to


 say “You want me. Don’t you. It’s alright to want me. Many men do. 


How do you think I became your stepmother?” I shrugged. I didn’t know.


 “It’s easy, but the answer lies somewhere with being a woman.”
“Really” I said.
She came closer. She said yes. She looked up and into my eyes. For some


 reason, I felt myself melting inside. God, this woman is hot I could hear 


my mind telling me. She knew. She knew I wanted under her top. She 


knew I’d love to go under her skirt. She knew I wanted inside her 


panties. She knew I wanted her as badly as she wanted me. But she 


could control her expressions. She seemed to be able to control her 


looks as her eyes scanned mine. I badly needed to be inside her and 


eating this slightly older woman out and doing all of her physically, if at 


all possible. She came around my desk. I could smell her essence now 


and for a moment I closed my eyes. My heart suddenly beat faster. At 


that exact moment I wanted to reach out and feel her body through her 


clothing.
I wanted to feel all of her. I wanted to feel her firmness. I wanted to 


feel her breasts shoved into and against me as her stomach and her hips


 made their way up following them. I wanted to turn and unload the 


clothes off her frame, dropping them to the floor. Only so two individuals


 could do what it is two people do to one another when they are 


physically attracted to the other. As she came around my back she 


walked so closely around my back that it made me look at the door. 


It was almost all the way closed, but not shut. So it wasn’t locked in any


 way. Someone could walk in on us at any moment. Her hands were on


 my shoulders. Oh god. I felt like laying my head back and as I did I 


wished it would rest against them. And I felt like doing one more thing. 


I felt like pulling her over, cradling her in my arms, and telling her that 


we should do this soon…real soon.



“I should go now.”
That’s what she told me as she straightened her clothes and hair.


 I shook my head and blinked my eyes. “What?” I asked in a shocked tone.


 “What do you mean…‘you should go now’?” She leaned over, leaned 


down. I saw the tips of her boobs coming towards me. Oh shit, I want 


those…badly. I want you, horribly. I looked up and at her. She was 


smiling, nodding her head. “Come by this afternoon… That is you don’t 


have business?”
And she turned and walked out. I barely could focus on my work. I called


 her cell. She was still at the office. Where was my dad? Why hadn’t she


 gone to their home? Was she still working or had she gone shopping? 


Who the hell knew? Carrying papers here and there, once in a while I’d 


see visions of her, naked or almost naked. My mind would not let me see


 her nipples. Damn. Or for that matter I never saw her ass cheeks either.


 Damn. So I looked at my watch or the computer’s clock and did the day 


go slow or what? I got emails or text from friends saying let’s go out, do


 something…you know that story. Anyway, I waited. No, she was going 


to be with my dad and their friends and as I began to text the friends 


back about doing something- bar hopping, I received a voice mail.



Jennifer called and left a message. “751 Rambo Road, 7:45 in the 


evening. Be there or be square.” Or be square, I thought. That’s a little


 odd, but it was from my stepmother. Yes, my stepmother. Nothing else


 but that. And get this 751 Rambo Road is our company’s address. Whoa.


 Yes, whoa and a double whoa. My heart beat faster. I watched and 


watched and I watched that damn clock, but it didn’t move faster. This


 was a screwed up deal. Why can’t the day move faster when you wish 


it? Well, suddenly at 2:45 it did. And before I knew it, it was 5:25. 


Everyone, but her and I were gone. Dad left early for some fishing trip 


with his group of friends. Me, myself, and…and Jennifer. Alone with 


nothing to do. Hey, I’ve got an idea I told myself, and I smiled. I smiled


 big. I left and I went shopping, forgetting things left and right. I didn’t


 care. Guess why?



I went home, put the stuff away, and showered, twice. I looked good.


 I smelled cleaner then clean. I went and got the car washed.


 I packaged up another useless bottle of good wine. She had so many, 


mine simply added to the multitude she already had. Oh what the hell.


 What’s one more, right? 7:30 and I arrived at work again. She wasn’t 


there, yet. Morris was, our security guard, and I told him “Take a few off.


 I’ll call you, okay?” He said okay, sir. “And come on… Don’t call me sir.”


 He said okay sir.



I heard clicks. The door unlocked and then locked again. Shades were 


drawn. I heard them. My legs were up on the desk. My hands were up


 behind my head. I was as comfortable as it could be. Man I never did 


that here, but this was a new adventure, right? Yes, I thought it was. 




I heard her walking down the corridor. Nice strides in her walk. Slow, 


elegant strides in two nicely shaped legs and she wasn’t tall, but looked


 tall only because she wore a slightly shorter skirt. But even in slacks, 


she looked tall.
Oh god, down on your knees woman…down on your knees. Suck it! Play


 with it! Let me see that long delicious tongue tease my long, lanky 


cock. And make me hard. Make me horny, I had told myself. But as I did,


 I was becoming horny. I was becoming hard. I lowered my hand and 


adjusted it. I had to. It was in an uncomfortable position once it was 


hard.



She saw the low lighting and before entering she said “Good Evening Thomas.”
I said good evening back to her. And as she rounded the corner, as she


 strolled in I couldn’t believe how she looked. She showered and 


changed as well and the top she had on along with the jeans and some 


blazer she was wearing had me “wanting” to fall out of my chair. She


 saw the look on me as she took a chair.



“Here or do we go somewhere…more intimate?” she asked.



“Hmmmmmmm now where are the most intimate places you know?” I


 tried asking.



“Well Thomas, my bed, your bed, or a nice hotel.” Her smile, it was 


glamorous, stunning.
“Wow, do you look…great and gorgeous or what?”



“Really…that’s such a nice thing to say to me. Mmmmm, let’s go to a 


hotel, instead.”



“But…but I sent-”
“He’s on his way back now. I caught him, told him.”



I felt…all this stuff felt weird and wrong. “Your dad and I, well…we used


 to and I emphasize the word ‘used to’…come over here all the time. 


That’s all I’ll tell you.” She smiled, then winked as her hand came out. 


“Keep it in the family, right?” she added. She stretched out her hand and


 took mine. I held it like they belonged together. She leaned in and 


kissed my cheek. I wanted to grab her and turn her into me just so I 






could feel those nice round tits of hers even if they were mammoth sized


 boobs. And we walked out, turning off lights and locking all the doors, 


and she went in hers. I went in mine and I followed her to the “hotel” 


we stayed at.

She had the key card. “You know Thomas… ‘Delicacy is an art.’ 


Just like painting or doing sculptures, making love or simply performing 


sex with another person, it has to be delicate in form. It’s an art. Does 


that make any sense?”



And without answering, I whipped her around and kissed Jennifer hard 


on her lips. I kissed her soft, large lips sensuously but hard as we 


entered the room. I grabbed her blazer and pulled it off, dropping it to 


the floor as the door swung closed behind us. She grabbed back at me,


 pulling my body, pulling me closer and closer to her. I felt her tits close


 in on me, against my chest. I kissed her harder as our hands glided 


across one another’s backs effortlessly. She wanted me. Yes, Jennifer 


wanted me more then I knew. This was great. And I kissed her as my 


hands and arms felt her lovely sumptuous frame all over. Oh my god it 


was incredible as we kissed openly and willingly and freely. As if I met 


her and picked her up at a bar and we ended up together for an evening,


 except we weren’t drunk. We were stone cold sober.

I heard something. Jennifer had whispered “Make love to my body. 


Make love to me.”

I undid her jeans. They didn’t drop off those hips of hers. They hung, 


forever on them, but I unleashed her top off her and to see her breasts, 


to see her cleavage, to see her upper body…now that to me was art. 


Jennifer is a sculpted woman. She is a woman who will forever be 


fashioned and carved into beauty in all men’s eyes. She looked down. 


She slowly looked up. She asked if I liked her tits. I nodded. She told me


 to kiss them, anywhere I wished to. I leaned in and began kissing her 


cleavage. Ohhhhhh, did I worsen. I became hornier and hornier and to 


add drama to it all, I felt something, her hand, down there as we did 


“stuff.” I continued to kiss around her bra and around her tits. I wanted


 them all. I wanted all of her flesh…each and every ounce of her flesh, 


and even more.
“Take it off if you want to” she told me quietly.
So I reached behind her and undid those clips as if I was a professional. 


Wow, her boobs were bigger then life itself the way they stood in 


darkness like they did. Pert like, they were round, they were not huge, 


but in no way were hers smallish. I put my hands on one of them and 


brought my lips to it. I kissed it and kissed it more. I kissed more and 


more and even more. I was hungry for tits, her tits, and in getting there


 before I knew it she was moaning and crying out for more too. It built 


up whatever it was. I felt her jeans down at my ankles and I undid 


myself as she stood feeling my body, my hands, and mostly my lips go 


after her. She was a grown princess. She was marvelous. I hoped I was


 too to her.
“Ohhhhhhh” she called out as I drew out her emotions.


 “Mmmmmm yes ohhhhhhh yes” she cried as I worked her body 


remembering her words “Delicacy is an Art” so I slowed and scaled back,


 somewhat as I made love to my stepmother’s body. What a woman 


Jennifer is, was. “More, Thomas…more…more” she said a bit louder. 


“Oh my god, yes…oh my god yes!” She was beginning to arch, backward 


and her tits leaped for my mouth more and more. Her upper body was 


magnificent. No slackness I suddenly noticed the curves which began


 the turn over and around her hips to her ass.
“Man, I love your body” I said. “It’s terrific.”
“It is isn’t it?” she said.
And I went into it as I picked her up and carried her down the hall and 


found the bedroom. In it, she took off almost all my clothes and we were


 all but butt naked in it. Her flesh and my flesh were hot against each 


other. We crawled and sprawled and moved like grace along one 


another, my face in her stomach, my face in her tits, and my lips in her 


lips as my hard and horny cock found its own way along seems 


stemming from how we moved around one another.
But Jennifer wanted me. She wanted me horribly. I let her have her way


 too. She ate away at me as I slowly made my way between her thighs.


 I went down on my stepmother and every inch of doing so was terrific.


 On her back, her back inched up off the bed as I licked and I licked at 


her cunts lips. She moaned, softly as her back reached out for the 


ceiling. I wanted my cock sucked, but this was brilliant as I slipped my


 tongue in and around her pussy. I guess I was pretty damn good at this 


because I heard or thought I heard “I love you Thomas. I love you a lot.”

And I kept at her. I licked not only her pussy, but I licked the insides of 


her wondrous thighs, back up her belly and sides and all the way up to


 her boobs again. Once at them, my cock was between her legs and 


wanted warmth. It wanted comfort and warmth and it wanted that 


soulful protection a woman’s pussy can give to a man. And Jennifer’s did


 as I banged her mightily. We bounced and we hopped and we banged 


and we danced until I came and she came and she came again. Thank you very much. We dropped to the bed.
I curled her up around my arms. She let me taker inside them. I don’t 


know if she smiled. I did and holding her, holding Jennifer in my arms


 well it was awesome. She felt…well everything about her felt right.


 I felt the nipples against my arms. They were actually still hard. I could


 smell her. She still smelled great. I felt her softness. She put her hands


 around mine and pushed her backside into towards me further.



“I hope we can do this before morning” she said.


 “You were great” she told me softly.

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