[davyp1]

A few years back when I was about 35 I was working for a company that had a general office and post room with dedicated employee's dealing with filing and post etc.

When taking my post down one night, the manager of the post room asked me if he was right that I passed a particular area on my way home. I confirmed that he was right and asked why.

He went on to say that one of his staff needed a lift to her flat from a few streets away with a TV Set that she had bought 2nd hand; then introduced me to the girl. She looked about 18 and was very slim with small tits and a neat tight arse and quite an attractive face.

I agreed to do the favour and aranged a time for us to meet in the car park. She only lived a few miles from the office and we had made the collection and delivery back to her flat in about half an hour. I had been the gentleman of course and done all the lifting of the set. But when she asked "how much do I owe you" I replied that she owed me nothing. She then offered me a drink which I refused and as I turned to go she reached out and held my arm for a moment saying " I cant let you go without nothing"!

I then smiled and asked what was she suggesting?

She then reached out and gently felt my balls and cock, I was gobsmacked!
This was then followed with undoing my belt and zip and letting my trousers drop . .
Followed by my boxers, both just left around my ankles . .
Then the BJ began and she proved quite the expert . . .
During her sucking and when I had got fully errect and was close to comeing, she started feeling my arse and fingering my bum-hole . .
Then I came!

The experience was so good that I remember it still!

A few days later I asked her out. to be informed that she couldn't cheat on her boyfriend, much as she would like to!
So I asked her what the other night had been if it wasn't cheating.
She replied "that wasn't cheating, I just wanted to pay you back for your help"

I never told anyone about what had happened and no one mentioned it, so I'm guessing she kept her mouth shut too . . . . .