Danielle is my age but has the stature and disposition of a girl many years younger. We have worked together for a few yr now and through our close proximity I have developed a bit of an obsession for her. Every day looking forward to seeing her and hearing her voice. Wondering what she is wearing today ; thanks to summer, will it be a clingy cotton wearing apparel with a shawl for reserve, or will it be slacks and and a delicate blouse where I'll be hoping she needs to bend over all day long so that I might fascinate a peek of the mild vale between her amazingly chirpy 32C breasts.

Danielle has dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and stands about 5'2"with a freckled complexion and cute mousy nozzle. She has generous gentle lips for such a petite woman and I often catch myself imagining what those sassing would finger like on mine. She is fit with a trim waist and total hips and buttocks. Her voice matches her stature, high and with tincture of innocence that belie her acute understanding. While she dresses conservatively, she has an absolutely magnetic sexual get-up-and-go about her that draws you inward.

I know that she is undersexed ; she is recently off a long-term relationship and has entered the online dating aspect. She is suffering through messages from many weak candidates and sitting through escort with drill men. This makes me yen all the more to occupy her penury. And as I stand close to her at oeuvre, I imagine myself deflection towards her and my lips finally touching her mild cheek ; making that electric connection for the first time ; a shockwave pulsing through my body down and out through the floor ; feeling alive again for the first sentence in years.

Last summertime I had the opportunity to visit her apartment unsupervised and I happen to have a fetish for womanhood underwear. I don't wear them but love to see the sexual things that women wear that aren't intended to be seen by about men. In a perverse way, it makes me feel that I'm in that low radical of people who have the privilege to see her unmentionables. My blazon shaking slightly as I pulled open the top draftsman of her dressing table. No sex toys. The most neat underclothes drawer I have ever seen. All the panties folded. The bras nested together like dolls one after the other. I pulled out a black satin pair of boy shorts with lacing clipping and imagined her double-dyed perky rear end peeking out of the bottom of the inning. White and balmy and wishing those mounds of shape be pressed against any part of my body. She had some hot pink bras, some plain black, some though were Panthera tigris striped. My legs grew weakly imagining the parts of her trunk touched by these framework. The prohibited cup of her bras pressed against her shirts, just one thin layer away from being viewed by all. The interior cup cradling her house white meat and darkness pap all day. The nipples occasionally becoming hard and pressing against the froth, yearning to be seen. The grip in the back between her shoulder blades holding everything together just waiting to be released at the end of the day. Her pantie hugging her beautiful ass cheeks all day, the fabric flexing with her as she walks. The front pressure against her labia which I imagine being trimmed neatly. The gusset pressing against her and soaking in her juices throughout the day ; becoming full of her scent.

Recently she was wearing this mere cotton dress ; gray with back curves almost like stripes waving along the distance of her body. The attire was floor-length but sleeveless so she had to tire a shawl around her shoulders to keep back a work-appropriate look. In a meeting when her shawl peeked open, I noticed her quickly get across herself. But later that good afternoon when public speaking to me it casually fell spread again and my heart were drawn to her shoulder joint. The area around her shoulder and armpit was uncovered and I could see the tan-colored t-shirt bra that she was wearing. My center soaking in the contingent, the stitching where the strap connected to the cup. The thinness of the foam cup visible where they pressed against the very sides of her breast at the armpit. I could see how tightly the cotton fiber dress clung to her perfect digit. As I sat and she stood speaking to me my mind entered a intimate trance and the undermentioned events unfolded in my creative thinker ...

It was the end of the workday and we're the exclusively two left, working late. Her hero bounder with cork soles and Patrick White straps move in a step closer as her head leans down to mine. A lock of her hair comes out from behind her ear and graze my cheek while she leans. Just the feeling of her delicate blond hair's-breadth on mine sends a spate of energy into my soundbox. Her gentle wax lips open and I see the urgency electrocution in her light blue devil eyes, an zeal and jumpiness but an absolutely firm finding to have her needs satisfied right then and there.

As her backtalk meet mine I become fully erect and practically levitate off of my chairperson. sassing locked together my weapon system reach out to her grim back but quickly slip down over her firm ass which I can easily feel through the thin cotton plant wearing apparel. Her moan into my rim tell me she enjoys the feeling of me holding her there as I bring her finisher. Her natural language slips into my backtalk first and I moan in response to her zeal. The suction of our mouths together briefly broken as she straddles my peg and lowers into my lap. Her apparel naturally hikes up over her hips as she squats and my deal quickly move to her thigh. She is smooth and toned as I feel her panties push onto the bump in my pants.

Lips now swirling around and heavy breathing spell are interspersed with moans as the intensity heightens. The heat of her sex is radiating through her black lash and into my pants. My hands reach up to finger that perfect firm ass for the start time. I quickly unbuckle my pants and pull them down ; the entirely fabric between us now is her satiny calamitous flip-flop. She breaks our liplock again briefly to look in my eyes as I pull her thong to the side. Both our oral fissure ajar as I my cock first touches her warm outer backtalk and into her indulgent wet inner lips. Both of us moan loudly as we slide together.

As her pelvic girdle slowly slide down to fulfil mine she lifts her dress up over her head. My eyes trail its advancement as her toned stomach is revealed and then the fabric pauses briefly on her breasts before popping off around her shoulders. My hands wash up to the clasp of her tan T-shirt bra and unook it. Our eyes lock again as she sheds the straps one by one and the cupful fall away. The heat of her breasts radiate toward my face as my chief bows. My lips seeking those lovely pitcher's mound and spit extending to taste them. Her vanilla flesh overwhelms me and my cock surges inside her and her hips begin to sway over mine. My clapper teases her mamilla as her moans move low into her chest.

My hands reach down to her ass, encouraging her grinding which picks up speed. I can feel her wetness slowly dripping down around my orchis as both of our fervor grows. The grinding motion slowly becomes a charge move and the government agency electric chair I'm sitting in beging to squeak in protest. Her center roll back and she leans away from me, focusing on the motility of her hips against mine. Her button grinding against my pubic bone as my pecker retreat and pushes back into her vagina each time. Savoring the feel of every form of her hot tight pussy.

She increases her amphetamine and presses her left tit into my back talk. I latch onto her pap as she fucks me harder and harder my turncock head grazing her cervix with each deep thrust. I can palpate her vagina gripping me wet as she pulls back and looks me in the eye.

"Matt"she says, mouth left slightly open. My eyes meet hers and she nods.

"Danielle"I moan and she moans in response.

Her hips now meeting my jab with a fierce strength and tread. She grunts a couple of prison term and I feel the pressure of her vagina against my pecker. Her hips pull close to me, my cock deep inside as I begin to follow. The first pulse I hold back and then nearly black out as it releases inside her. She continues to locomote as we orgasm together, our cum mixing together.

Her hips come to rest now and she releases to a greater extent of her free weight onto my lap. My head is pressed against her heaving thorax and she rests her cheek on top of my head.

After a few minute she lifts her head up and begins to iron out into her legs and lift her hips. A pool of our cum gushes out over my genitals and onto my leather office chair ; I enjoy the fond wet feeling covering me.

I peer at her splendid body in presence of me. Dark pap erect on beautiful full phase of the moon bosom, chest a bit blotchy from exhilaration, freckles dotting her diffused smoothen pelt. She smiles as she adjusts her thong back over her labia, our cum soaking the gusset of her panties immediately. heel still on she bends over to pick up her bra. After she dresses she leans in to osculate me once, softly she lingers. Then she smiles and walks out of the bureau. She turns back and says,"See you tomorrow".