The appointment was at 2.30pm. Right on time the doorbell chimed and opening the door I was quite taken back by my visitor. I had expected ‘Vic’ but this didn’t look like the Vic I had in mind but was truly a hundred more times more attractive than I had expected. ‘Vic’ for Victor turned out to ‘Vik’ for Vicky! She looked to be in her early thirties. Standing just five foot five at best, petite, olive, skin, shoulder length black hair, beautiful expressive eyes and a huge beautiful smile. Laughing at my mistake, I shook her hand, japan moved aside and let her in. I was smiling like an idiot and inviting her into the sitting room, offered her a drink and gestured for her to sit down. I then explained my mistake at expecting a fifty year old man in a suit! She laughed and instantly retorted that I looked disappointed. ‘I am’ I replied laughing and it was clear instantly that we both felt comfortable with the joke. For the next fifteen minutes Vicky spent time introducing me to the company, some local projects and whilst I was really interested I must admit I was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate totally on the bespoke shelving requirements as we surveyed the area I wanted units built. This was made even worse asian when we she dropped her bag to the floor and bent over to retrieve her tape measure from her bag. Her jeans were so tight and shaped that I couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly formed, round bottom. Having found the tape, she stood up and I had a moment of panic as she straightened and looking over her shoulder, I knew I had been caught admiring the view. Instantly I felt my cheeks redden causing her to smile knowingly. I thought I saw a smirk but couldn’t be sure as she turned away and proceeded to measure. Try as I might, I couldn’t help myself and as she bent down again I had to tear my eyes away from her bottom and give myself a stern mental talking to. Finished, she turned to pick up her bag but I was standing in the way and somewhat awkwardly, rather than stepping to the side of me she stepped back against me before quickly tight apologising. In an effort to avoid each other we then managed to make it worse, virtually bumping full on into each other. As we did so, inches from pressing into her, she looked up and I couldn’t help but notice the eye contact and another smile. I instantly felt acutely aware of her closeness. I actually got embarrassed japanese and when I went to speak my works somehow awkwardly became a jumbled mess of babble making my embarrassment even more acute. ‘You ok?’ she asked although I was less convinced it was a question and more a statement as she could easily see the effect she was having on me. ‘Fine, you?’, I replied. ‘Definitely!’ she said. A moment of intense hesitation and then I nodded, quickly changed the subject and suggested we return to the sitting room. To help me collect myself I invited her to sit and made a coffee for us as she suggested she make some notes and carried out a sketch of her ideal layout for the storage and shelving. Glad of the excuse I went in the kitchen, placed my hands on the counter, leant forward, exhaled deeply and berated myself for getting all tongue tied like a teenager! When I returned she had placed her drawing on the table and suggested we sit next to each other so that I could see her plans. As I handed her a coffee I was suddenly intoxicated by her perfume, and as she leant over my arm to point out a detail on her sketch, I felt my arousal start to grow. For some minutes she repeatedly stretched over me to reach various samples, her body occasionally leaning over me and I was sure she had deliberately pressed her leg into the side of my thigh. Every look, every word spoken and every gesture, now seemed to involve lots of eye contact pussy and the intimacy was electric. All the while the banter was fun, partly flirtatious, always light, with me joking that in the old days, I would have done the work myself but I was getting too old. ‘You’re not too old, how old are you?’. ‘Guess!’ She stood back, gave me an appraising look and then answered. Thirty five!’ she exclaimed. I laughed. I reached down, grabbing her t-shirt above japan her jeans and pulled it up. Though this trend continued once they had our collars on them as well. As difficult as it is to do well in college, with the time and effort it takes, somehow she found the time to volunteer two nights a week at the local children's hospital. He turned off the water after that, got a towel, and dried me off. Isn't that what you're doing?" He closed his eyes and tried to regain pussy some control, but pre-cum kept dripping from his tip, and tight Fatima used her thumb to coat his head with his wetness. I loved it so much. Note 3: My first story I wrote was how my daughter became my slave. asian "Do you like doing that?" She teasingly peeled off her shirt, revealing no bra and an amazingly firm set of perfectly rounded tits. My pale skin was gone. "It is okay. He looks strong and he smells like cigarettes. That way I can always contact you and you can send me pics. Any time Ben and I were in the woods behind their house riding four wheelers, Wendy would be right there in pink shorts and a short top sitting behind one of us holding on for dear life, and screaming her excitement the whole time. “Rob, I have a wonderful group here japanese with me eager to join your team and help do the verifications,” I tell him on speakerphone. She dutifully slipped her mouth around his swollen purple head and slid her lips down to his balls.