I have lurked here for a really long time and finally felt I needed to add some content of my own. Skip down to the asterisks (*****) if you want to get to the good stuff.
I think I am a regular guy, which most women have described as “handsome” (not hot, or hunky, or anything like that). Slim build, 5′-9″ tall, and fairly knowledgeable/intelligent. I worked for years in an architecture firm where there were few women, and the ones that were employed there left the imagination lacking for excitement. Then they hired an Angel (at least I called her Angel). She was beautiful, but what a lot of guys would consider overweight. I prefer the female form to have curves so I took notice. Angel was close to 10 years younger than me, about 5′-4″ with huge tits, which she admitted she already had reduced with surgery. A little too concerned with appearances, so she always wore nice, new, designer clothes. As a guy, that was not a big deal, except she wore amazing fuck-me-pumps almost every day. She was half Mexican so she had incredible skin that was always tan, with long, dark hair and dark eyes. Always flirtatious, but in a funny, brush-it-off type of manner that ended with her laughing. She was married, as I was, so we started with just a professional relationship. I was an architect and she was an administrative assistant. We had little direct contact together for months as I gave her small assignments and she completed them. Most of our contact was by email, but I loved to find an excuse to go to her desk to see what shirt she was wearing. With her huge tits it seemed like no matter what she wore she showed cleavage and I had trouble keeping my eyes off her. Read more »