Who is Waiting in my Workshop

I visit my workshop today. I have not been there in a few days. When I enter the main door, I am not greeted by the usual sound of silence within. Instead, what graces my ears are a woman?s soft cries of ecstasy and sensuous moans. Peering, around for the source, I can see nothing that would make these exquisite sounds. Listening now with more purpose, stopping dead in my tracks, I try to locate the source. My ears track the pleasant sounds and I realize they are not coming from the main floor, bursa escort but from upstairs in the woodworking area. I continue to walk toward the back of the shop where a stairway leads up. My heart pounds at an increasing rate. I reach the bottom of the stairway, stopping there briefly. A stir of arousal strikes me like a bolt of lightning in the groin. It urges me onward with trepidation and anticipation. I know I have to ascend the stairs and find the foundation of these sumptuous bursa escort bayan reverberations. I reach the door at the summit of the flight of steps. Again I try to assess, through the closed door who could be creating these extraordinary outcries, but to no avail. Reaching with a shaking hand I unlatch the hasp and slide the pocket door slowly into its cavity in the wall. The aroma of a woman?s sexual excitement inundates my nostrils, not the usual sent of sawdust. The presence escort bursa of a naked goddess fills my eyes, sitting atop my workbench,*head thrown back, eyes closed and her mouth agape. She leans back on one arm, her palm resting on the bench top, the other arm reaching between her thighs. Her legs drape over the edge, slightly spread, allowing me just a glimpse of her bare swollen and glistening womanhood, as her fingers tips stroke and caress her clitoris. Her voluptuous breasts showcase large, pink areolas centered with succulent, erect nipples that stand high above her ribs, pointing at the ceiling. Fully aroused, I enter the work area, my manhood now pulsing, pushing, straining and begging to be released from the confines of my jeans.