J Watson - In the widow_s panties

She was surprised that he waited as long as he did. Her inventory was almost over by the time he came up to the counter. He was smirking at her.

"Why don't you knock off for a while and have a cup of coffee with me?" he asked.

"I'll be finished in just a few moments."

"I insist," he said.

She sighed. After all, he was the boss and she could not take offense to a simple cup of coffee.

"You've been working here for about five months now," he said.

"Yes," she answered.

"It's surprising," he said. "A pretty girl like you. I would have thought some guy would have grabbed you by now."

"I'm not that pretty," she said.

"You're beautiful," he said. "I mean, with a body like yours. A man could be kept warm at night."

"Don't talk like that," she said.

She didn't want to hear it. Even his talk was making her feel strange. It had been quite a while since Bill. She closed her silky thighs together to control the sudden itch in her pussy.

"Don't you like to hear men tell you how beautiful you are," he said.

"What would your wife think?"

"She doesn't think. And she doesn't look half as good as you do."

"I think I'd better get back to work," she said.

She was surprised that the palms of her hands were so sweaty as she hurried back to her counter. She knew she had only a few more minutes of work to do and then she could leave. She would be glad of not having to spend another moment with John.

She was almost finished when she heard his heavy breathing behind her. She was bent over the counter, and she hoped he would go away. She didn't turn to look at him. She just kept on counting. She was really shocked when he pressed his body against hers from behind. His hands slid around her and cupped her creamy tits.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I've wanted you from the first moment you walked into the store," John said. "I've got to have you. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!"

"Stop," she said.

She didn't really expect him to stop and he didn't stop. He gripped her titties a little harder and pulled her back against him. She felt the hard bulge of his cock against her asscheeks. She wanted to stop the sudden feelings going through her, but she could not. Her legs suddenly felt weak. She placed her hands against the counter to keep herself from falling.

"Rub that ass against me, baby," he groaned. "Rub that hot big ass against my cock."

"Damn you," she whispered.

She cursed him but she rubbed against him. It felt good. She could feel the outline of his cock with her ass and the feel of his prick sent shudders through her.

"You shouldn't be doing this," she moaned. "You shouldn't."

"But I know you like it, baby," he told her. "I've known that from the first day you walked through the door."

She did not want that to be true. He was telling her the same thing that Bill had told her or she would not be able to live with herself. But she did not try to stop him. She kept trembling as she rubbed her ass harder against his rigid cock.

"You make me feel good, baby," John told her. "You just keep doing it like that and you'll make me feel great!"

His hands grew gentle as he started exploring her big tits. He found her nipples with his fingers. She cried out in pleasure as he started brushing his fingers back and forth across them. He was acting like he had all the time in the world. He knew what he was doing to her and did not want to rush it.

"Let's go to my office, baby," he said. "It's kind of uncomfortable right here unless you're the type who likes to get it this way."

"Let's go to your office," she moaned.

She had plenty of opportunity to get away as they walked to his office. But that was not what she wanted to do. He had already lit the hungry fires in her body. There was fuck juice dripping down the insides of her thighs. She was his willing pleasure slave and he knew it.

She had never been in his office before, but she had heard about it. It was perfect for what she had in mind. The office was plush and well furnished. There was a big comfortable couch in one corner. Judy wondered how many other women he had fucked on that big couch.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he told her.

"I've never had a woman as gorgeous as you in here before."

He kissed her mouth hard and put his arms around her to pull her tightly against him. His hands moved down her back to her ass. His fingers felt delicious as he moved them over the curve of her hot ass. She pressed back against his fingers and moved against his cock at the same time.

"You are hot, aren't you, baby?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she moaned.

There was no sense pretending anymore. She proved it by ramming her tongue deep into his throat. She kept ramming her tongue into his mouth savagely. His fingers pushed the fabric of her skirt into the crack of her ass. He pulled her asscheeks apart with his strong hands.

"So fucking good looking," he groaned. "And you feel so fucking good. So good!"

He moved her over to the couch and made her sit down. He seemed to be content with looking at her for a few moments. Her skirt had ridden up to her creamy thighs and he was getting a good look.

"I'm really going to fuck you," he whispered.

"Don't keep me waiting," she said.

She was not putting on an act for his benefit. She was horny as hell. Her pussy was burning. She kept rubbing her thighs together to help the itch. It didn't. It only made her pussy feel hotter and emptier.

He sat down beside her. His quick fingers unbuttoned her sweater down the front. He pulled it off her shoulders. She was wearing a black lacy bra that barely contained her tits. Her creamy tits were like puppies bouncing around inside the bra, trying to get out.

"So fucking big and beautiful," he said.

His hands were already reaching behind to unhook her bra. She helped him. She lifted up and let him unhook the snaps. She shrugged her shoulders and let the bra slide away. It was a relief. Her tits already felt so swollen that they would not fit the bra. He gave a startled gasp and then covered her big tits with his hot fingers.

"Big," he groaned. "You really are fucking big. I never expected all of this to be real. And there's no sag in them. Baby, you look like something out of a man's magazine."

She shivered at his words. She also shivered because his hands were squeezing at her hot titty-flesh. Her nipples rubbed against his palms. She slid farther down on the couch. She put her hand behind his head.

"Suck on them," she whispered. "I like to have my tits sucked on. Please suck on my tits!"

She slid down all the way. She was practically on her back. She pulled his head down and he went willingly. His tongue snaked gently across one of her nipples. She sighed with pleasure. There was nothing she liked better than having her tits sucked on.

"Suck on them good and hard," she moaned. "I want to feel my titty in your mouth!"

He let his tongue snake across a nipple again. She gripped his head a little harder. He opened his mouth slightly and captured her nipple inside his mouth. He held it on his tongue for a moment. Then he began to suck her nipple deeper into his mouth.

"That's what I want," she moaned. "Oh yes. Suck me hard!"

He sucked her tit hard. He was trying to suck her tit all the way down his throat. He let his teeth scrape across her titty-flesh as he sucked. Finally he had all the tit inside his mouth that he could handle.

"That does feel good," she moaned. "You know how to make me feel good!"

He spit her tit out and moved to her other tit. Now he had both her nipples harder than rock and covered with his spit.

"I could suck on this pair all day long," he said.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Suck on me. Suck on my hot titties!"