That's Margarete For You / Me
She was a senior Director at the company where I worked my first job. We had had the experience that I described in a previous post. And we continued weekly, thus....
Margarete was a beautifully matured woman. Pale skinned, very small breasts, always wearing the finest clothes, always wearing the finest black stockings, even in summer. Known to never wear underwear, otherwise. She had a private shower in her office, where presumably she kept herself clean, even after using her toilet in there.
Her work took her out of the office much of the time. Clients, contractors and so on. The business was extremely successful. She told me privately that she had sex most days with them. With female contacts, and intercourse with male contacts. Always kept herself immaculately clean and dressed. She ensured that there was a shower wherever she went. Classy woman for sure. And she Loved sex.
Each week, I would leave work to 'go home'. Fridays, mostly. She would collect me at a place, in her renowned Mercedes, and take me to hers. In summer, she would take off her shoes and ask me to hold them while she drove home. I knew that she knew the effect on me, that this caused. Holding her warm shoes, and glancing at her feet as she drove...slender, stockinged, damp and inviting. (I must write my history of my love of women's feet, some time).
We would go inside her house, from the garage, internally. She would go upstairs to shower, leaving her shoes by the door. A couple of times, I inserted the tip of a shoe into my vagina, to see it glisten....wet. Then dry it. In my mind as I did this, her cunt. Fucked repeatedly during the week, by men and women.
Margarete would call me upstairs. Naked and with her foot on her bed, standing. I was hot and excited, but she never minded that I was unclean after my day, and soaking. I did likewise. Raising a leg, foot onto the bed. Her tongue immediately invaded my mouth, and my hand went to her soft fresh furry pussy. Three fingers, darling, she would say. And deep please!. As she did the same to me. We fucked like that for a while. Her clitoris was permanently exposed and sensitive. Always. And she buckled as she came. We carried on kissing, and she did me.
She laid down, and I did as I was told. Placed my smelly (embarrassed!) cunt over her face, and well, just rode her. All over her nose and mouth. Her firm tongue, I could guide where I wanted, until I screamed and came again. And gushed on her. She gently pushed me forward to hers. I ate greedily! Focussing on her clitoris, and up and down her cunt. That had been used all week, for her pleasure. While she had mine. Again! I came again, and she did. Hairs soaked in her moisture and my saliva....
She seemed never satisfied! I was to 'eat' her again, from the side of the bed, on my knees. It was bliss. She was a mess, but I licked on and on, and inserted fingers. Her legs clenched as she came again. My fingers and face trapped in her orgasm.
She eased. I went to shower. Fuck! She was masturbating when I came out! I would laugh, and she started to, also. It was crazy!
I dressed, and went home in a taxi. I laughed. She was fucking crazy. She was fucking amazing.
Facts: Margarete exists. She was a company Director where I worked. She very much resembles Agneta in ABBA. She told me that she never wears underwear. She dresses as I described. She invited me to her home once. I met her husband and we had dinner. She did have sex with another Director and possibly clients. She and Miss Dahle and Taylor are the most attractive non porn. women I know. The rest….what I dreamed of ☺️
Margarete was a beautifully matured woman. Pale skinned, very small breasts, always wearing the finest clothes, always wearing the finest black stockings, even in summer. Known to never wear underwear, otherwise. She had a private shower in her office, where presumably she kept herself clean, even after using her toilet in there.
Her work took her out of the office much of the time. Clients, contractors and so on. The business was extremely successful. She told me privately that she had sex most days with them. With female contacts, and intercourse with male contacts. Always kept herself immaculately clean and dressed. She ensured that there was a shower wherever she went. Classy woman for sure. And she Loved sex.
Each week, I would leave work to 'go home'. Fridays, mostly. She would collect me at a place, in her renowned Mercedes, and take me to hers. In summer, she would take off her shoes and ask me to hold them while she drove home. I knew that she knew the effect on me, that this caused. Holding her warm shoes, and glancing at her feet as she drove...slender, stockinged, damp and inviting. (I must write my history of my love of women's feet, some time).
We would go inside her house, from the garage, internally. She would go upstairs to shower, leaving her shoes by the door. A couple of times, I inserted the tip of a shoe into my vagina, to see it glisten....wet. Then dry it. In my mind as I did this, her cunt. Fucked repeatedly during the week, by men and women.
Margarete would call me upstairs. Naked and with her foot on her bed, standing. I was hot and excited, but she never minded that I was unclean after my day, and soaking. I did likewise. Raising a leg, foot onto the bed. Her tongue immediately invaded my mouth, and my hand went to her soft fresh furry pussy. Three fingers, darling, she would say. And deep please!. As she did the same to me. We fucked like that for a while. Her clitoris was permanently exposed and sensitive. Always. And she buckled as she came. We carried on kissing, and she did me.
She laid down, and I did as I was told. Placed my smelly (embarrassed!) cunt over her face, and well, just rode her. All over her nose and mouth. Her firm tongue, I could guide where I wanted, until I screamed and came again. And gushed on her. She gently pushed me forward to hers. I ate greedily! Focussing on her clitoris, and up and down her cunt. That had been used all week, for her pleasure. While she had mine. Again! I came again, and she did. Hairs soaked in her moisture and my saliva....
She seemed never satisfied! I was to 'eat' her again, from the side of the bed, on my knees. It was bliss. She was a mess, but I licked on and on, and inserted fingers. Her legs clenched as she came again. My fingers and face trapped in her orgasm.
She eased. I went to shower. Fuck! She was masturbating when I came out! I would laugh, and she started to, also. It was crazy!
I dressed, and went home in a taxi. I laughed. She was fucking crazy. She was fucking amazing.
Facts: Margarete exists. She was a company Director where I worked. She very much resembles Agneta in ABBA. She told me that she never wears underwear. She dresses as I described. She invited me to her home once. I met her husband and we had dinner. She did have sex with another Director and possibly clients. She and Miss Dahle and Taylor are the most attractive non porn. women I know. The rest….what I dreamed of ☺️
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