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My Spanish Flower

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The Year was 1982
It was an interesting time. I was 35, unhappily married and my business was just diminished to one employee and myself. We were from totally different worlds. She was a mixture of Spanish and American. We went to Junior High together and hadn't seen each other in years before I hired her. I had gone to college and she had a child and was working.
She was in a relationship. She knew my wife, and because of our close working conditions would sometimes overhear my angry discussions. We would talk about our significant others since we had a lot of time together in the office. It was clear that neither one of us was happy. There was a little sexual tension in the air.
She had a habit of not wearing a bra and had nice 'B' Cup breasts with dark silver dollar sized areolas and nipples that were perpetually hard. Since this was the style I did not tell her to stop - and I loved looking at them. She had bronze skin and was very easy on the eyes. Often after a discussion and a large dose of seeing those nipples I would go to the private bathroom in the office and masturbate. There was only one facility for both of us. It was a converted apartment and I had placed a cover over the bathtub and it was my storage place for my magazines.
One time she walked into the bathroom and caught me with my stiff cock in my hand. I don't know why, but when she opened the door and took a step in - she froze and apologized. I said not to worry and actually it was her fault I was doing this. She was puzzled and did not leave. She said 'What are you talking about?' I told her that her beautiful breasts and nipples got me hot and I was satisfying my urge. I said as long as you are here let me see them up close so that I can finish.
It was a defining moment. She was hesitant but after only one PLEASE, she undid her blouse and exposed them. I was within two feet and I asked her if I could touch them. She said yes and I proceeded to jerk my cock and rub them gently. Without asking I leaned over and took one in my mouth. I gently bit on her always-erect nipple and she moaned. I proceeded to come and thanked her for her help. I knew that I was going to try again the next day.
I waited until she had all of her morning chores complete. I started a conversation about yesterday and it was clear that she enjoyed it too. We talked about our significant others and how they were less than satisfactory. I told her my masturbation was a daily habit and I appreciated her making it a very pleasant and satisfying experience. She admitted that she masturbated as well. I asked why and she said her man could not bring her to climax without her playing with herself. She told me she had a trimmed bush and it made it easier for her to get off. I was determined to get a look.
I proceeded to go to the bathroom and called her in. I had already dropped my pants and underwear and had my cock in my hand. I called her in and asked he to show me her pussy. She said no and then I said PLEASE. It worked again and she proceeded to show me her neatly trimmed box. It was the first trim job I had seen up close and it was very sexy. I told her it was OK to join me. She declined. I asked her to help me and she proceeded to take my cock in her hand and within four strokes, she put her mouth to the tip of my cock and proceeded to give me a wonderful blowjob. I thanked her and asked her if I could reciprocate. She said no thank you. She would later go to the bathroom and get herself off but she would not admit it to me. Since I was getting satisfied, I did not press her.
We proceeded with this routine, everyday, for over 6 months. It would vary, but mostly it was look at her tits, and a wonderful blowjob. Look at my box and a wonderful blowjob. I would always ask if I could do her and the answer was always no. Sometimes it was twice a day.
While my business was not doing well, I was getting my rocks off regularly. Sometimes I would be home at night and I would jerk off again just running the days events through my mind.
I haven't thought about my Spanish Flower in a long time and I think I will unload now.



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