Chapter 2

It was 5 p.m. and the landline phone on my desk was beeping, it was my boss. Race time had come. Even though the fatigue of the day had left marks on my face, I tried to make myself look good. I straightened my collar and washed my face. We never know.

She was already waiting for me in her pretty black BMW. A car I dreamed of so much. She was driving and I was right next to her. The seat belt passed in the middle of her breasts which were not very hidden. She had put on lipstick and her perfume. My ideas were no longer on the spot. Staring straight ahead of her, I gazed at her, both hands turning the steering wheel she was holding lightly.

_ And your wife, is she well? She moved forward to relax the atmosphere that seemed a little tense. I really was.

_ Sorry? I stammered.

_ What are you thinking about? I was talking about your wife.

I was so focused on her breasts that I had trouble listening to what she was telling me.

"She's fine ma'am.

_ I am delighted. Looks like you're tense. she noticed. I was sure to hide my emotions, how would she know?

_ No Madam. I replied with a forced smile.

We had just done nearly 30 minutes of racing and I was wondering.

_ We arrived.

It was a large, beautifully decorated house. She honked and a man came to answer. It must surely be a guardian. When she told me about running, I thought of a department store full of accessories, but it was nothing like that.

_ Welcome to my home. She told me when we got back to the living room.

_ Wao, it's pretty at home.

There were pictures of her all over the wall but none of her family. The living room was huge, and furnished with luxuries

_ To be comfortable. Make yourself at home I'll be back. I wanted to ask him about the race we should do but I was scared.

She gave me a fruit juice which she took out of her refrigerator.

_ I'm going to take a shower and I'll join you. She added. I watched him walk away swaying his big buttocks.

I contemplated the palace in which I was, it is the great luxury, I can not believe that she lives alone in this big house. At the same time, I was also looking forward to being home. I missed Christine, I kept looking in my watch. The minutes went by, she lasted in the bathroom and I was more and more stressed.

A few more minutes and I heard him coming down the stairs. She was wet with a small towel tied around her chest. I saw her bare legs shining and I was jealous of this towel that covered everything but at the same time, my heart was beating. I was tense.

I tried to look away but it was a difficult task. I was stressed. I would have liked to tell him to go and cover up, but I couldn't give the order to my boss.

"Henry," she said. Come on up, I have something to show you. Seeing her in this state bothered me and my thoughts mixed. I rushed to follow him. I observed its two fleshy masses struck against each other. They vibrated. I imagined them without the towels. It was a harsh experience to which I was subjected. She walked slowly past me and I held my breath every once in a while. It was a reflex when I was scared. We entered his bedroom which was almost isolated, adorned with a large bed, a television plus an armchair with another bedroom inside. I settled into the chair following his order. I was already starting to sweat and my heart was racing.

_ I hope you don't mind if I change here? She must be crazy to ask me that question. Of course it bothered me. She would be completely naked in front of me. But that wasn't a question, she had already removed the towel covering her nakedness. She was back to me and I saw her bare buttocks, smooth and attractive. "Oh" I whispered silently.

_ Yes Yes. I say in my trembling voice. But she had already done it. I pretended to hide my gaze, even I have already seen everything.

_ Oh sorry. I'm so sorry. She pulled up the small towel that didn't hide anything big and turned around.

I looked up and stared at her shyly, wondering. "What game is this woman playing?"

She walked over to me holding the towel knot in her hand.

_ You know, I always dreamed of doing this one day. She said in a rather calm and tender voice.

_ What madam?

My sentence was not finished. She dropped the towel and I covered my gaze again. I was sure I was dreaming.

She was completely naked. I could see the roundness of her hips and breasts, the beauty of her legs, and her beautiful crotch strewn with hair and a small slit that went down to the penetrating areas.

_ Don't be shy. She said casually.

_ This is not the case madam but you are my boss and you know that I have no right to see the nudity of my boss. Besides, I have a wife.

I had no right but in real life I have already seen it.

_ So tell me to cover myself and I will. It was a very simple yet difficult dichotomous question to answer. If I told him to cover up, I might never have the chance to taste his forbidden fruit again and maybe I'm risking my job, but if I didn't say anything, I'd have a sexual affair with my boss and it might be the last time. I was confused. What if it was a trap?

_ I knew you wouldn't have the courage to say it because you like me. She smiled and approached me, putting her index finger to my lips.

She settled naked on top of me and could feel my erection through my pants. Empty ideas, I was shaking but I had the urge. She took my lips but kissed me. Until then, I was afraid.

_ My wife.

_ Forget it, for now. She advised me. So taken with desire, I responded to his kiss. I seize her lips with fire and sensation, I introduce my tongue into her mouth to caress her. Our tongues twirled tenderly. I felt the coolness of her lips and the flavor of her lipstick. His ass swirled around my erection and I put my hands on his bumpers and stroked them.

She reached down and unbuttoned me.

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