Joan was still a bit on the comely side but her age was a large hurdle for her to overcome when it came attracting a male.She sat in her office double...checking all the figures on her computer which was the main function in her job description. This being a Friday, she was not in any hurry. The weekends were a dread for her. She usually went shopping looking for nothing in particular or take in a movie. On Sunday she went to church then went home to read the newspaper to get ready for work. Joan. It's been five hours we haven't talked with the exception of a few short clauses about the place to go for a dinner. I could barely keep up with the pace in my black knee-length boots and a short golden dress which the more I rushed, the more it scrolled up.Whatever wouldn't we choose, one gets assured about the approaching Portuguese waiter prone to mix each existing language of the world and to name the whole thing "English" with his casual gaucho's accent. Our inn turned out to be a seafood. The little blond looks up from her task of restocking the baked goods and stops him in his tracks with a wide bright smile."Good morning." Said the woman as she rounded the counter with her petite hand stretched out to him."Morning." Replied Nikolai.Up close he noticed that she was younger that he originally thought. He also realized that she just might be the only person other than his mother who knew how to genuinely smile.The kind of smile that lit up the eyes. Beautiful light brown eyes. Once I felt her tongue flick across my clit and her fingers push into my pussy, I went over the edge. My body rose off the couch as my vision darkened, but she held on and worked me to a fantastic extreme. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore she stopped and I turned into a trembling mass. My breath was harsh and it took a few minutes before I could even talk."That...was the ...best I've...ever had!" she had cuddled into me and I leaned over to kiss her.She giggled at me, "Well I'm glad.