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What Sally said about us being separated made me think. Not in a worrying way, but it felt good. For very few of the one-night stands was I ever important enough for a glance and a nod of recognition in public after a dalliance.Perhaps it was my own undoing. Perhaps it was better that way, not to have a connection but hell, a smile of recognition would have been nice when you saw someone again. Perhaps it was contempt?With Sally not having been exposed to sun a lot for a good part of her life as she put it, perhaps the first step would be to make sure she would not look like a tomato after a few hours of sun. She led me on by draping her lithe frame over the beach blanket and holding out a bottle of sunscreen.“Do me?”Kneeling by her side, I looked her over a few moments before flipping the top and pouring a generous amount of cream into my hand.She was slightly athletic; her calves the way I liked them, well-shaped and fit-looking. A firm pair of glutes supporting narrow hips which further up, flared into moderately wide shoulders. In short, she was perfect. How was it that in ten years I never noticed?“I must admit ma’am, from my point to view, I’d do you anytime and for a fair amount of time.”She wiggled her bum before ordering me, “Get on with it, Mr Boss.”Before rubbing my hands together in preparation, I lightly tugged at the clasp keeping her top on her torso. “Undo this?”“Sure.”My deft fingers made child’s play of the clasp and my creamy hands swept up from her waist to her shoulders. The action was smooth, but firm and elicited a soft moan from Sally.“Hmmm, feels good,” she murmured.My hands rubbed wider along the edge of her upper body and down to her sides before I directed it toward her spinal column again.“Is this a massage, or are you rubbing cream on my back?”Bending slightly down toward her ear, I ask, “What do you want it to be, my Darling?”“Covering one while doing the other is probably very economical, but doing one while doing the other can also be very ergonomical.” She breathed. “Though I would have thought a massage is more a prelude to something very intimate.”“If you want to perceive it that way, you’re welcome,” I returned while firmly kneading her shoulders and processing what she said.“Ah! There’s a knot here. What might have been the cause of that?”“Dunno, my Boss, maybe? OUCH, that hurt.”I realized I might have put a bit too much pressure on the knot to relax it and caused her pain. “Sorry.”My hands moved down her spine to concentrate on other muscles and she mewled at the relaxing effect of my hands. Putting some more cream on my hands, I dipped from her back to her sides, in the process skirting some side boob on both sides. She said nothing about my teasing of obvious boundaries.I moved down to her legs, izmit escort making sure to give her a proper ergonomically focused treatment. I was careful not to test the boundaries of her bikini bottoms but got quite close. It was bit too close, and I could not help but get very, very turned on. Here was a woman that meant a lot to me and who would still be there the morning after. Best be careful else my own boundaries might be pushed.When done, I strode out to the water to rinse my hands but kinda forgot about the temperature of the ocean. The water was bitterly cold but also gave me time to recover from my shameful state.She remained on her front, but some hour later she had to get up. I was getting toasted even though having strong sun-seasoned skin. Like a proper partner, she saw to that, while I was seated. She completed her task by embracing me from behind.It felt good at first and I also sensed something else. She had not replaced her top and she was pressing her nipples into my back from behind. Attention!“How was that? Good enough? It was the first time a man had ever rubbed me with sunscreen, and it was heavenly. And don’t think I was not aware of your side boob test as well.”“Well, I can share the same sentiment and must add, there’s not a lot of women who had the pleasure of me preparing them for the glaring sun. I enjoyed doing it for you.”I leaned back to get settled on my back, knowing she was topless. She sat waiting until my back touched her knees. My eyes tilted upward and saw her most gorgeous breasts for the first time. She smiled down at me before lowering her mouth to mine and giving me the sweetest, softest kiss. Her lips were plump and soft, her mouth tasting like cola from her soft drink.My hands reached behind her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair, and holding her in place as I deepened the kiss. That I was getting the hardest of hard-on’s did not bother me one bit. She moaned into my mouth as my fingertips gently massaged her scalp. She broke the kiss and leaned back an inch or two, looking me dead in the eyes. Words weren’t necessary at that moment.We crossed a boundary between Boss and Secretary, but damage control was the furthest from any of our minds. Most important was the bond we started with that kiss. On my part, her breasts hanging within my reach weren’t as important at that moment as the woman they were attached to. After a cold lunch washed down with a beer on my part and fruit juice on her part, Sally laid her head in my lap and held out the cream. I was sitting spreadeagled which afforded me a good view of her bare breasts which she failed to cover since before lunch. They sat firmly on her chest and my heart rate was elevating, knowing I would be spreading sunscreen all yahya kaptan escort over those gorgeous puppies in a few seconds.I squirted cream into a shaking hand, confused as to how to proceed from there. This woman who asked me to rub sunscreen on her more than ample chest was the same woman who was out of bounds to me for ten years. Sally witnessed my discomfort with a smirk and with her shades on her eyes it was impossible to gauge her.“Just do what comes natural, Baby,” she said softly as she reached out to caress my face.Baby? I thought women only called men that when in the throes of passion.I sighed deeply. What comes naturally was already straining to get out of my shorts. If Sally noticed the lump against her head, she said nothing.Starting from her shoulders, my hands swiped two creamy paths over her breasts, down to her abs, eliciting a moan when the skin around her nipples stretched taut under my hands. Her abs were firm, her legs quite defined even in her relaxed state.“I suppose you get to the gym quite often?” I asked.“As often as I can, but I also run regularly. I hate being out of shape. It means less energy as well. And with my Boss back from his holiday, I guess I will be running around quite a lot.” She smiled.My hands moved down her side toward her hipbone, circling upward and enveloping her breasts. I softly kneaded them. Her hands joined mine, lying loosely on top of mine.“After so many years of working with you, this is completely new.”“Meaning?”“I never perceived you as being such a tender person. That’s all. I am really enjoying your touch. It reaches deep into the depths of me as a woman.”“Then maybe I should stop. Just now you slide down the sand right into the water.”“Pervert,” she giggled and hit me playfully on my outstretched leg.I leaned back against my original rock and enjoyed the feeling of Sally’s presence. I decided not to ponder too much on how we ended up on a beach, basking in the sun, rubbing cream into each other’s bodies. I just knew one thing: this was what I wanted. Perhaps the want had been there always, subconsciously. My thoughts briefly swept over my life and what and who was in it. Things I remembered, memories, and some memories that returned to my life as a person.Sally moved from between my legs and reclined against my side her head in my lap. It was easy for me to just rest my right hand on her abs. Very soon, my index finger was making lazy circles on her skin, just caressing her absentmindedly almost.“Tickles, but it feels nice,” she said softly, “you make me feel so cherished and safe.”“Glad to,” I simply said.I was getting bored with myself; my fingers weren’t playing that idly anymore and circled her bust line. Very soon, it gebze escort became a full-on chest rub. She turned her head sideways facing me and I could see her eyes flickering behind her shades. Her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was picking up.My fingers gently captured a nipple, slowly rolling it between my fingers until it became a rubbery stiffness. Sally’s breathing was now visibly ragged. She frequently licked her lips to keep them hydrated.I pinched a nipple harder than before, and Sally moaned loudly to the wind and the surf and the sand.“Perhaps two can play this game. I feel some stiffness below my neck. Maybe you need massaging as well,” she breathed. Her small hand cupped my sack, and she softly but firmly massaged the orbs within. I could feel the success of her ministrations and was convinced I would cream my pants if she kept it up.My own breathing was fast becoming labored as I noticed Sally’s abs constricting.Her breathing was racing in time with her abs and her legs splayed slightly as I continued to manipulate her nipples in turn.“Baby?” she breathed“Yes?”“Please don’t stop?”“Promise I won’t.”Sally seemed to be racing toward the finish line but kept up her massage of my testicles. I could feel myself oozing pre-cum – I never had a shortage of that and could feel my cock glueing itself to my skin. If she didn’t stop, I might have a small accident. She stiffened her hand, held it still and then groaned loudly, “VERNOOOON!!!”She shuddered a few times in her orgasm, her hips wildly undulating, panting against my chest. Her hand on my crotch relaxed and she lay back against me, relaxing after her orgasm.Miniscule pearls were visible on her upper lip and forehead.“What have you done to me?” she murmured, her cheeks still flush against my chest. “I have never cum so hard in my whole life and on top of it, our blanket is soaked.”I reached over to feel with the back of my hand, it was indeed wet… soaked.“Have you ever squirted during an orgasm?”“No. Heard about it, but it never happened to me.”“Well, that is why the blanket,” I dragged my fingers over her sex, “and your bottoms are soaked.”“Really, I’m so embarrassed.”I reached over again and instructed her to lift her butt. My hand slipped below her one buttock and I confirmed, “Yes, soaked right through.” Pulling my hand from under her butt, I dragged my fingertips slowly over her sex. This time she responded with a gasp.“What was that?” I asked“You’re touching me, Vernon. Maybe you should stop.”“You mean touching you like this?” I pushed my fingertips back down over her sex.“Yes,” she breathed with more effort, and I removed my fingers.“Why should I stop? Are you uncomfortable with me touching you on your pussy?”“No, it’s not that, I mean, I am comfortable but…” She breathed.“But what?”“No, I dunno, but…” I lightly pressed two fingers against her mons. “It’s a bit fast but… fuck, I can’t make up my mind. What if I allow you and…” she breathed.“And what?”“What if I make a mess again?”“Then we change places and I lie on the wet spot.”

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