Margarete (again)

A couple of weeks after my first visit to her home, Margarete came downstairs to where I worked. Again, this happened. She told me that at the weekend she would be coming in to the office to reorganise her filing. She asked if I could come in too, to help. She would treat me to breakfast, she said. The office was a short bus ride from where I lived. I was free the Saturday, so I agreed. Naturally! Especially after our recent encounter. Saturday morning before the evening when a girl I had recently met and I planned to fuck, sounded great.

So we both arrived, ate the food and drank the coffee she brought in, and got started. Strangely, and truly, she wore her usual working clothes. Blouse. No bra. Skirt. No panties. Stockings. High heels. I knew she had no panties on because she had told someone I knew that she didn’t wear them. Honestly! She liked to constantly feel sexy. What a woman! As I said before, the most attractive woman I have yet to meet.

I swear, she stood on a table, and passed down files to me, for us later to reorder. I stared up at the sex that I had devoured and pleasured not so long ago. She was furry which I loved. After around half an hour of this, she suddenly said something like: fuck, Nicola, please!!!

She took off her skirt, kicked off her shoes, lay on the table and opened her legs. There she was again! The cunt of the woman who invaded my fantasies most nights (even now, years later). I licked her crazily. Up. Down. I inserted my tongue as far as I could. My mouth disappeared between her folds. She rose and fell, but I kept on. Three fingers Nic., please!!! I obliged. I stimulated her on and on. A director of the company. A senior director. At my mercy. Stockinged feet. Legs so wide to me. Everything mine.

She shuddered to orgasm. Tightened everything on my mouth and hand. I imagined how I would smell to my new lover tonight. I didn’t care. Margarete knew I would do what she needed. Any time.