I worked in an insurance company in "dead files," a position that was as low as one could go located in the basement of a thirteen-story building, on one of my rounds delivering files to whoever requested them mostly due to pending litigation, I met Barbara who worked in the second floor in the claims department. I didn't think she would be interested in me as she was two years older chronologically as well as many more in maturity.
Barbara was a full bodied woman who oozed sex with long styled hair that I spent a few nights fantasizing running my fingers through it letting it flow all over my body and cuming all over it, licking the cum together with her lavender fragrance. She loved to show her hands and toes which she kept perfectly manicured, later I found out that she did those herself. Her breasts were full but not overly so, 34C, with nipples that became stiff reflecting her mood. Her torso was not a perfect hourglass but her full body without showing signs of overweight was what made men want to hold her and pull her in, her legs were long and lithe and smooth begging to be touched and licked before claiming the prize of her pussy with one's tongue. After meeting and flirting with her we became friends and later lovers, she would come to the basement every chance she got and told me point blank that she was horny as hell and wanted to get fucked. We couldn't do it there because there were cameras that we assumed tracked everything even though the technology was low, the security was high.
On a particular day when work was slow and most employees were off, Barbara and I went out through one of the basement doors leading to the parking structure and walked to my apartment half a block away. I have always thought, because of my upbringing, that people would put up some resistance when faced with sexual encounters, I have more often than not been wrong. That was the case with Barbara who was horny and didn't mind showing it and acting on it. We had finally found a large enough time slot to spend time together as we were not partial to quickies, so when we entered my apartment, we were all over each other, or should I say she was all over me and took the lead by getting us both stripped and ready by commanding me to do what she liked which first of all involved fucking her silly and second putting our hands and mouths on every inch of each other. She loved everything that I could think and some that I would not have thought of.
The minute I closed the door, she put me against the wall and started making out in a way that I had never experienced, by sticking her tongue as far as she could into my mouth, I thought she would suck the life out of me but felt so good that I just relaxed and surrendered to her wishes allowing her to guide the way. She then started taking my clothes off slipping my polo shirt up which required me to put my arms up in the air, and as she slipped the shirt up she quickly wrapped it around my forearms and hands in such a way that I couldn't move my upper body.
Leaning into my arms with her left forearm over my head she proceeded to undo my pants and lower the zipper letting my trousers fall to the floor and stepping on them so that my feet became as well immobile and I couldn't raise my feet out of my trousers as her foot was on them between my legs. Sweet surrender that was. I have often thought about why such a woman would go for an inexperienced guy like me and have recently come up with the answer: Barbara loved to dominate men and being young I was ripe for the taking and loved every minute of it. Such was the situation I found myself in being bound by my own clothes.
