Mexican Maid
In the mid 1990s I lived in Los Angeles and had an older Mexican lady come in to clean my apartment once a week. She was not an especially pretty woman, although quite busty.
We always maintained a friendly business relationship. We kept a courteous distance between us. She once complained to me that too many male clients tried to touch her. Me, I let her go about her work while worked on my computer.
She had worked for me for a couple of years when one Saturday she arrived in an emotional state. Her boyfriend had broken up with and she had not slept. She was in not fit state to work, so I told her to go and rest in the bedroom. I went out shopping for an hour or so.
When I returned she was waking from a sleep. I leaned over her meaning to give a squeeze and tell everything would work out. Quite unexpectedly she put her arms around me and asked "¿Nos quitamos los pantalones?". What could I see except "Sí Eva".
Eva went to the bathroom and I stripped and waited in my bed for her. She came back from the bathroom in just her unbuttoned blouse having washed her quim and her arse. I slipped her blouse off and we hugged.
Then I maneuvered Eva into a sixty-nine position and feasted on her quim while she used her mouth to prepare my cock for penetration. When she had come for the first time I turned around and fucked her, and fucked her, and I mean really fucked her, long and vigorously. The poor woman was one emotional orgasmic mess.
When she couldn't take any more we hugged for a while then we cleaned up. I prepared a meal for her. By the time Eva left for her evening job she was in a more relaxed state of mind.
Next time I saw Eva she thanked me! Soon afterwards I met the women who became my second wife. Eva and I never had sex again and as I became involved with my new love she graciously backed out of my life.
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