Pleasure Sandy

The next day, I head out for my 'lunch break' with Sandy. Anyone who notices us will probably believe we're thinking of work, or what to eat, but my mind is on exploring every curve of my voluptuous secretary. Hell, it's far from the first time I've thought about squeezing those humongous breasts of hers, or diving between her thick thighs to get a taste of her snatch.

Inside the privacy of the elevator, I pull Sandy towards me and kiss her tender lips once more. To my surprise, she doesn't hold back and instead presses me against the wall. My heart pounds as we make out, knowing that anyone at any time this elevator could stop, and we'd only have seconds to stop. Much to my disappointment, that moment comes too soon as the elevator arrives at the lobby.

We both rush to the Uber Sandy had called, where I resist the temptation to touch her. Once the driver pulls up by her place, I follow her up the stairs. Damn she's got such thick, juicy hips. It's when she puts her key into her door, I give in to my temptation, and squeeze on her plump ass. She gives me a giggle as she opens the door.

Inside her apartment, I pull down on her figure-hugging skirt, revealing the fact she isn't wearing any panties.

"Ohh, you dirty girl." I whisper into her ear. My hands grab the hem of her turtleneck, lifting it up. Once it's on the ground, I undo her bra which joins her top. She then turns around, showing me a sight I've been dreaming of for over a year now: her naked breasts right in front of me. My hands squeeze on her massive mounds as she looks to me.

"Like them?"

"I think I'm in love." I jest.

The two of us lock lips again, before moving towards her couch. I then push her down onto said couch before going to my knees. That's where I pry her legs open and dive down to her slit, flicking at it with my tongue. As Sandy purrs, my hands creep up her thighs. Next, I focus my tongue on her clit, before pressing two of my fingers inside of her soaking wet slit.

"Ohh Miss... You're so good at this."

Like a true professional, I don't talk back and instead continue working my magic on Sandy. Damn, watching her moan and quiver to my touch is truly a sight to behold. I'd dreamed about it before, but making it a reality is that much better. Poor girl doesn't even know what's hit her, her moans growing louder and louder. "Yes Miss Kasarda... that's perfect... Ohhh... You're making me cum..."

"Cum for me." I growl. A few thrusts later, I get to witness the glory of my secretary shuddering throughout an orgasm. As she catches her breath, I look at her with a grin. "That good Sandy?"

"Yes Miss..."

"Now, what else do I do with you?"