Encounter with

I waited and waited but she didn't show up. For doing this to me, I will surely dealth with her. I got to my car and realized I had forgotten the list of things I needed to pick up.

So back I went upstairs to the office. As I was ready to enter the door, I looked in through the small window on the other office and saw Jennifer, one of our top staff, sitting at her desk with eyes closed and her hand between her legs. I walked closer to have a better view.

From the side view I had, Jennifer's dress was up to her waist and she was masturbating herself quite intensely. She had no idea I was now her audience watching her stimulate herself. I was amazed.

Jennifer is a beautiful young lady of thirty three years old. To look at her you would say she was twenty or maybe twenty two years old. She really does look that young. When she had told me her age I actually found it hard to believe. I've never seen such a gorgeous woman before. I wondered what she looked like when she really was twenty.

She's an absolute knockout with her five foot 5 inch tall petite body. She's got shoulder length kind of a strawberry blonde hair. She's not really what I would say a redhead, yet close to it, but her hair has a slightly reddish natural tint to it, that's why I call it a strawberry blonde color. Her hair is always perfect, that is to say, it is never out of place. And what a gorgeous face with a perfect complexion. There isn't a flaw on it. You could stare all day into her lovely blue eyes and never get tired of looking at her beauty.

Jennifer's breasts are nothing more than average, about a thirty-six inch chest, but they're perfect too. At least I imagine they are visualizing them through her clothes. I'm sure her lovely breasts are firm and full which any man would be dying to caress, squeeze and of course suck on them. When she'd wear a sleeveless dress I'd always manage to catch a glimpse of her full firm breasts through her open sleeves. Even though they were clad in one of her many sexy black, red or white bras, I knew how full and gorgeous they were. Often I'd walk by her for no other reason than to get another look at her chest through her dress.

Then there's Jennifer's legs. What an incredible sight. She almost always wore a dress or a skirt. When she would sit down nearly half of her thighs would be exposed. I've often fantasized about reaching up under her skirt to pull her stockings down those beautiful legs. I imagined feeling her up, running hands up her silky soft inner thighs until I reached her moist panties. I'd tug then down in order to caress and squeeze her soft behind. Once she was aroused I would strip the rest of her clothes off and go down on her. How I so desperately desired to bury my face between those lovely legs with them wrapped around my head while I eat out her warm juicy cunt. I daydreamed of orally bringing her to a tremendous orgasm, then afterwards she would beg for me to fuck her.

Of course in my fantasy I could do whatever I wanted with her. Of course I'd love to play with her lovely round tight ass too. I could spend a day kissing and fondling that cute butt of hers. She definitely possesses the most delicious ass I've ever seen. I'd have no problem dining on her behind.

Her whole body is the ultimate of perfection. And when she speaks, she has the most lovely soft sexy voice that makes you dream about her.

I don't know much about her husband, but he sure is one lucky guy. To be able to get in bed with this lovely creature can only be the ultimate in pleasure.

What would it be like kissing her and touching her gorgeous body. How wonderful it would be to have a sexual encounter with her. I'm making it sound so innocent when in fact I'd like to fuck this beautiful woman in every hole she's got. That would be the ultimate pleasure for me and this is the right time. This is one time opportunity to fulfill my fantasies. She's not the type I can dominate on normal occasion.

I opened the door quickly and locked it behind me. The expression of horror filled Jennifer's face. She was caught in the act of masturbating herself. Her face literally turned white as the blood drained from her. As I walked over to her she was speechless. She couldn't find any words to say. She looked down in embarrassment while quickly straightening her dress pulling it back down around her legs.

I walked right up to her and stood there waiting for her to look at me. I knew how embarrassed and shameful she must feel. At this point I probably could have done anything to her and she wouldn't have stopped me. But I decided to play this out slowly.

It seemed like hours as I stood there next to her waiting for her to turn my way. When she finally turned and looked up at me, I leaned down and kissed her full on the lips while grabbing at her tits through her dress. I kept our lips pressed together forcing my tongue in her mouth and squeezing her soft breasts with my hand confidently. Then I slipped my hand up her dress and stroked her pussy through her panties. At first she resisted, but within seconds she responded kissing back, putting her tongue in my mouth.

Maybe it was the guilt she felt making her respond or maybe she was afraid to resist in fear I might tell someone what I saw or perhaps it was just the pent-up lust that she was trying to relieve when I walked in on her. In any case, she was kissing me back and allowing me to feel up her gorgeous body.

Our kiss broke apart and I softly told her, "your the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

She replied, "God I'm so embarrassed I just want to die."

"Don't be," I replied. "Instead of you masturbating yourself, I'm gonna do it for you. Let me take care of satisfying that beautiful body of yours."

"I've never ever done anything like this with another man." She said nothing more. So I kissed her gently again and began removing her clothes. I stripped her down to her bra and panties and started running my fingers between her legs.

Not once did she try to stop me. Her crotch was soaking wet. The built up sexual tension in her must be tremendous I thought. Her juices were flowing from only kissing her. I was beginning to feel that she was allowing my advances on her body because I caught her in the act of what she thought was something dirty or nasty.