I was virtually frogmarched into the general manager’s office, past rows of sniggering secretaries, with a “here’s-another-one” expression on ...heir faces. She was a very feminine general manager. Immaculately groomed, impeccably dressed, and wafting perfume with a stern face. She must have been about 50, a woman of my fantasies. Mature, voluptuous, with huge breasts, not concealed but emphasised, by her harshly cut power-suit. Under a cascade of shiny black hair, her expression was one of total. “Since I was sixteen,” he replied. “Did I hear right that you’re just learning?” “Yes,” I replied, “I want to surprise my boyfriend.” I didn’t have a boyfriend, but wanted to play it safe. There are lots of weird people and I sure didn’t want to get raped or worse. His said his name was Evan and that he was in insurance sales. “You should get golf pro to give you some lessons,” Evan remarked. “I would, but I can’t afford their rates,” I replied. I lined up another ball and took a swing.. After a few moments I see a shadow cross the room, a beautiful silhouette. I see her form, her perky tits, the piercings glinting in the candlelight. I watch as she walks around me. I take in every inch of her body, from the leather boots she wears that travel up her pale legs. Then my eyes linger on hips, her sweet, clean cunt, her pierced belly button, her beautiful tits, her hair cascading down over her shoulders. As I look up I see her mischievous grin and I notice what is in her hand: a. I could see every horny detail. The light covering of pubic hair above her puffy outer lips and the glistening entrance to her sex, beautifully framed by her pink inner lips. It wasn't just a fleeting glimpse either. She rummaged about on the passenger seat for something or another and I got a good long look up her skirt, that lasted at least two minutes. Eventually she got out of the car and noticed me and waved. I don't think she even realised that she'd flashed me. As she walked past me.