He quickly became aroused again. While she slept on her back, he slid under the covers and slowly made his way south—so as not to disturb her from ...er slumber. Once he got to her nipple on her left breast, he caressed and serenaded it with his tongue. She would later tell him that his tongue never felt so good. She compared it to a light sandpaper texture—not to rough, but not to subtle. As he kissed and licked his way down, she never stirred from her sleep. He kissed her and passionately. It wasn’t quite as stiff as it was earlier but it quickly became stiffer as I pulled my hand up to the bottom of his head and squeezed it slightly. By the time I got a really good grip on his staff, it was harder than a rock. I put the curtain behind my head and grabbed the base of his cock with my newly freed hand and put my other hand over the head of his tool. “Spit on your hand.” He said to me and I looked up at him in confusion. “I’m serious, spit on your hand and let it slide through.” I. I tripped over my own feet at how she looked. The other night she’d had on a baggy sweater and loose fitting slacks. Tonight she wore a pair of Levi’s that had to be painted on, boots, and a man’s western shirt knotted at the bottom of her rib cage. I had seen her in a bathing suit, years before at a company picnic. Then she’d had a little bit of a belly and was chunky across the hips. This was not the case now. Wow, what a change. After I got my feet untangled, I opened the door and held it. Her legs parted so I could not miss the gorgeous lacy white g-string under her skirt, the creamy thighs and the black lace stocking tops circling them. “Well” she cooed, “I have been watching you with your little lingerie show and thinking to myself – he is wasting his time! So what do you think of me?” “I, I, I..” I stammered, totally stunned that this powerful, sexy goddess knew my secrets, surely I was going to be fired or disciplined.“Come on, I have seen you watching the young office.