Mission: Getting laid



Watching Miles work over a car, drenched in sweat is an irresistible forbidden fruit. Remaining faithful is difficult when you have urges. Urges that can not always be satisfied with a toy. However getting an employee to satisfy me is almost impossible. But, arming myself with my smallest daisy dukes and most revealing top, mission getting laid has been initiated.

Miles graciously accepted the iced lemonade. A little hesitant on joining me under the shade, but with persuasion he accepted.

“Do you mind putting some sunscreen on my back?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. My husband will be gone for hours.” replying as I tossed him the sunscreen. “I like it thick”

Scooting back on the bench he motioned me to come over. With my back to his chest he gently began rubbing the lotion on the edge of my shoulders.

“More than just my shoulders will be getting sun.”

I stripped off my top, hearing a slight gasp I leaned back into his chest, pushing my chest up exposing my erect nipples. Without missing a beat he cupped my breasts and began kissing my neck. Making his way down my stomach with his hands he skillfully unbuttoned my jeans and pushed his way to my clit which was throbbing badly.

“You’re so wet”

Before I knew it my shorts were off and I was straddling him. It felt good stretching out my pussy. With my hands on his chest I fully enjoyed riding up and down on his throbbing cock. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build and before I knew it I was cumming all over him. Just as I finished he grasped my thighs and I could feel his warm cum being shot into me.

“Now that’s one hell of a break” he said


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