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Good workFinally, the last piece of data was added and saved in the database. The digital clock mounted on the wall was showing 7:57PM and it was Friday so probably the whole building was empty. The security guy was there of course and he, John Veissner, was also there working late on the last day of the week. Last day and deadline for the project too. The corrupted database was about to be restored to its full functioning state before Monday. He was happy with the result and proud with himself. John clicked on the Print button and leaned back in the chair. The printer in his room remained silent.?Damn it!? the man mumbled and got up from his comfortable sit.Once again the same rookie mistake from him, the latest addition to firm and the youngest man on this floor. He forgot to change the printing device and the documents went to the big printer in the end of the corridor.?Well what the hell. A little walk will refresh me after all this hard long work.? John said to himself.He left his room and in this moment he saw a light coming from the glass wall of the next office. This was the room of the Chief accountant. Her name was Florence Johnson. She was one of the longest working employees in the firm and she had just turned 55 a month and a half ago. John could never give her this age; he was deeply surprised when he saw this number on the cake in the party.John passed along the door of his boss?s room. Yes, when he got this assignment he was transferred temporarily in the team of the Chief accountant, so now Florence was his head woman. The man reached the end of the corridor and took the paper sheets from the printer. The last report was in his hand. The database was finally restored! He turned. Smile was adorning his young face. Smile, that quickly disappeared the moment he spotted his lady-boss.Florence was standing in the frame of the door to her office. She was looking at him with her usual shining smile. Her wanton curly hair was falling freely like Sultangazi Escort a lion?s mane. She had taken off her jacket and was having only a red shirt and a slim straight skirt.?Working late, Johnny??She started to call him Johnny the first day they met.?Yes? Well actually I finished with the database restoration. This is my final report I am having here printed.??Good job!? Florence turned, entered her office, and said: ?Come here, please, let me see it.??Sure.?John followed his lady-boss in the room and handed to her the printed paper.?Close the door, please.??Oh, I am sorry. Yes, right away!??Thank you. Now let?s see this last report??For the second time John handed the paper sheets to her. Florence was leaning on her large desk. Her legs were crossed. She was wearing black stockings or maybe a pantyhose and a pair of conservative black high-heels. She took the report and threw a look at it.?Yes? Well it?s okay, like the rest of the reports. Once again I must say ? Good job! Well done! I?ll need a general report but it can be generated and printed at a later time.?The chief accountant handed the paper sheets back to John. The man reached to take them, but the woman drew them closer to her body. After that she moved the sheets down. The young man was following the printed paper with his eyes so when they moved down enough his look stopped on the beautiful cleavage of his lady-boss. The red shirt was buttoned, but not all the way up, and the busty woman was wearing a push-up bra like she was usually doing. Everything was nice and skintight. John turned aside.?Oh, don?t be so shy! I know you like what you see.?Florence started to unbutton the red shirt.?Come-on, you think I haven?t noticed every glimpse at my tits from you when we walk past each other? Your eyes that stay longer then appropriate on my cleavage when speak face to face. I know you like me, Johnny!?The shirt was removed. Florence raised her breasts pressing them Sultangazi Escort Bayan together. Her bra was not a push-up model but rather a size smaller. The effect was pretty much the same.?Mmm, Johnny, I can see that you like the show!? She winked at him and pointed at the bulge formed ahead of his blue jeans.John Veissner blushed! He was feeling every beat of the heart directly in his head. His usual outfit was made of jeans and shirts that he was wearing not cornered. Still in his late twenties the man was between formal and casual style of clothing. He rarely used underwear and today was not an exception! The shape of his penis began to mold on his jeans.?Show it to me!??What???Not again, damn it! Don?t play shy on me ever again, Johnny! You like me; I like you; your fucking cock is hard? So what is the problem here???I? I???You, you? Stop stammer and get your cock out for your boss!? Florence was pressing and caressing her intimate spot through the tight skirt.John pulled down the zipper and when he opened the jeans his hard penis popped out. It was no more than five maybe five and a half inches long and it was completely covered by tight foreskin.?Play with your cock for me!? Florence unzipped the skirt and took it off then she leaned back on her desk. The secret was revealed! She was wearing a pair of stockings and black bikini. Same color as the bra.The young man started to stroke his penis. He pulled back the foreskin uncovering a little the shiny glans. There was decent amount of precum already dripping from the tip of his penis.?I like what I see. Take off the rest!?John removed his shoes and clothes. Finally, she could see him naked. He was slim but not fit. His body was hairy so as his penis. The young man was exactly the type she was liking the most!?Now, Johnny, I want you to lick me!? She was whispering these words.There was no other way for him but to kneel on the hard floor. He pulled the bikini down, Escort Sultangazi removed them, and she opened her legs for him. The view was exciting! The hair between Florence?s legs was trimmed in the shape of a triangle. Her clit was perking from its hood and she had big juicy pussy lips. John kissed the clit and then drove his tongue through the entire wet and hairy spot.?Oh, yes! I needed this!?She grabbed his hair. The man was licking, kissing, sucking, and blowing everywhere ? on her stiff clit, on her wet lips, even further down on her anus. The woman was moaning with pleasure. She took off her bra. Now her natural big breasts were free! They were firm ? a good result from the hours she was still spending in the gym, - and their nipples were round and hard like ripe cherries. She played with them using fingers and then she just pressed her own breasts to her body while pinching the nipples between index and middle fingers. Florence Johnson was ready!?Fuck me, Johnny!?She turned and set hands on the desk. Her ass was pointing at the man; it was a call for his penis. John had only to grab her by the ass cheeks and to push his erected manhood in her wet slit. And he did it! His throbbing penis slid easily inside her slippery pussy and he began to pump her with moderate pace. They were to aroused to be slow or gentle. Every push he was making was with stronger force then the preceding one. She was moaning loudly. He was groaning behind her. Nothing could stop them now! The other World did not exist in this moment. They were alone with their feelings and emotions.?Fuck, I am cumming!? These words came from her mouth and she had her orgasm almost immediately. The grip of her vaginal muscles made him to reach his point of no return in a seconds later. He pulled his penis out and shot its load on her ass and back.?Thank you, Johnny! Good work!? She said this when she finally turned back to face him.?Thank you, Ma?am!??Oh, Johnny, you?re so cute when you talk like this.?Florence was two seconds late in her turning and John was too busy to admire her perfectly shaped body so they both missed the voyeur who became a witness of the entire scene. The janitor was walking down the hallway with his freshly emptied and still with erection penis in his pants.