Business Proposal

Denise 35 divorced for six years, has not dated since divorce. We arrived at her home, a modest home in a small town outside Dallas. I noticed acreage for a horse or two. A corral is off to the side of the house, on the backside of the detached garage. Comfortable, yet upper middle class. “ Let’s go inside,” She said. With that, she turned quickly on her heel, and is off to the back door of the house. I watch her ass in those tight jeans. I had to reach and adjust my cock in my pants. I’m uncomfortable chubbing in my current alignment. I just had to moan to myself, imagining what I could do to her body. Once inside, she busied herself with putting away groceries. I made the coffee as instructed. I did not mind playing house with her. It gave me time to observe her movements around the kitchen. When she bent to put away potatoes on the lower shelf of the pantry, she bent at the waist, swinging the potatoes into the shelf, reaching down hard to push the sack back far enough for the door to close. All this is done with her feet spread shoulder width apart, without bending a knee. The jeans wrapping tightly around her ass. Breath taking view. My mind pictured her body naked, bending at the waist, hands on her knees, leaning to the side viewing me behind her. She licks her lips, wiggles her ass, and begs me to put my cock in her tight pussy. She is calling for me to mount her, fuck her hard. My cock hardens, chubbing, making me uncomfortable in my pants.

At last, we fill our cups with fresh coffee. Sitting across from her at the table, I watch her fingers as they reach around the cup, holding the cup between her palms, cupping the mug gently. I watch her lips as she moves the mug to her mouth slowly, gently wrapping her lips on the edge of the mug. I see her grasping my cock, pulling it to her waiting mouth, tongue extending beyond her lips to lick the head of my monster cock. She suctions her lips to my cock, sucking any pre-cum from the slit, tongue dancing on its’ helmet. “ Well, what did you want to discuss with me,” she asks quietly, staring into my eyes. I hesitate, lost in my fantasy. “ Hello,” she says again. My mind focuses, returns to our conversation. I chuckle, admitting “ my mind is off playing,” I tell her. She looks at me quizzically. “ Playing where,”? She continues staring at me. I am not sure how to respond. Does she want me to make an advance? “ I was noticing how attractive you are for the thousandth time,” I tell her. Her hand reaches her hair, head lowers slightly, uncomfortable with the comment. “ That’s nice of you,” she says. “ Don’t get those compliments often anymore,” she states clearly. “ I would think you are always getting guys coming on to you. You are very attractive, great body, outgoing, and more,” I respond. “ I find myself waiting to see you because of the effect you have on me,” I continue. “ I find myself creating many fantasies about you,” I finish. “ Let’s not go there,” she retorted. “ Now, what can I do for you,”?

I look across at her tits. I swear her nipples have hardened, and are looking back at me. I see her catch her breath. She notices I am staring at her tits. She leans forward, crossing her arms to keep her nipples from looking back at me. I notice a slight tension in her voice. “ Are we done here,” she asks? She is staring at me, waiting for a comment from me. I need to tell her about my business proposal, how I think she can assist me. “ Actually, I want to discuss a business proposal with you,” I start. “ I need a manager in one of my restraunts,”. She interrupted, stood to go to the coffee maker, and get more coffee. I stand and follow her. I walk up behind her, place my hands on her hips. She stiffens, I pull her tight against me, pulling her ass against my hard cock. I grind my cock against her ass, humping my cock up and down her crack through her tight jeans. “ I don’t think this is a good idea,” she states, pulling away from me. Turning to face me, I pin her against the counter. I caress her arms and shoulders, my crotch pressed against her upper abdomen. She stands still. “ Don’t, please,” she states. “ You shouldn’t being doing this,”.