She was 51, I was 27. It’s sometimes hard to believe that nearly six years has passed. I started my first job in “education” fresh out of college. At the time, I found myself lucky to be back at my high school. However, you find out quickly that nothing ever changes. The secretary who provided hundreds of boys with fantasies during my formative years was still working there and this time, freshly divorced. There she was, all five feet of her Italian-American olive-skinned curves. Brunette waves gently touching her shoulders and breasts that were balanced out well by her thick ass.
We developed a friendship easily and the office flirtation grew over time. Her sex appeal was evident as was her naivety. She confessed to me that she had never been with a man other than her ex-husband whom she had married at 19. I was in a serious relationship and didn’t want to fuck anything up, so I never stepped into my fantasies. Until I became unhappy – and she noticed. It only took about four and a half years, but we tiptoed into it.