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This is a true story about my first MILF experience. I have changed the lady?s name for obvious reasons and I?m not disclosing mine?well, just because I don?t want to . Old beats before my time filled the nightclub; it was Friday Disco night ? a place where Flock of Seagulls could combine with Jimi Hendrix in the same setting. It usually catered with people slightly older than average than the usual nightclub, yet young people still enjoyed it, I enjoyed it. Nostalgia combined with the buzzing of bridal veils of hen parties unleashed on unsuspecting men. I sipped my vodka and coke at the edge of the dance floor watching my boss and some female work colleagues dance and groove to ?Ring my Bell? by Anita Ward. I love to dance, particularly to cheesy stuff, where you can have a laugh and make an idiot of yourself ? I don?t get serious dancing. I would join in, but the staff had a strict no drink on the dance floor policy ? total bollocks. I noticed in the corner of my eye a cute young blonde dancing with a hen party yet looking at me, she smiled at me. I smiled and nodded back. She turned away to dance with her friends again, she paused and then walked like an arrow in my direction, I chuckled. She was wearing a short white skirt, with brown cowboy boots, a denim vest and a cute pink handkerchief around her neck, it was obvious was the hen party?s theme was. Yeah she was a good looking girl. ?Hi,? she shouted into my ear over the loud beats of music. ?Hey yourself? ?When you going to start dancing lad?? ?I was about to ask you the same thing.? She laughed and playfully punched me in the arm, always a good sign. ?Aw come and dance.? I held up my drink. ?Maybe later, maybe I will bump into you out there if you?re lucky.? She grinned ?You do that.? I tilted my head to the side and smiled back. As she rejoined her friends, I wondered if I should bump into her Maltepe Escort and usually I would, but I had another target for that night, it was now or never, I wanted to seduce my boss. As I talked to the blonde girl I had noticed my boss looking over anxiously in my direction, she had not stopped dancing but her moves had become less exuberant. When the blonde left, her dancing had become more relaxed, but she kept on glancing at me throughout the night. Samantha had only been my boss for only three months, but we had spent a lot of time working 9-5, 5 days a week with her. She was a scientist and I was her intern. Although I would never admit it to her, in truth I was her glorified chauffeur but I got some good fieldwork experience. She was 18 years my senior, late thirties, old enough to be my mother I suppose, was divorced and had a daughter, her body was fantastic, she had the curves in all the right places. She had massive breasts that had inevitable started to sag just a little, a slim waist and a nice perfect rounded ass. Her brown hair playfully brushed her shoulders, deep stone blue eyes and her smile, her smile was amongst the most beautiful I have ever seen, a smile that resulted in youthful dimples on her cheeks and yet a few aging wrinkles around her eyes. She had the olive skin of an Italian beauty and great pins. Yes, she was very desirable and tonight she was wearing a nice black number showing off her cleavage and those tanned legs of hers. I remembered the first time I met her ? it was my job interview and she was on the panel. As she said I had sat there like a cocky little shit, with my ankle on my knee and leaning back on my chair looking smug apparently. But yet I answered every question correctly and asked the right questions, so I got picked. She would tell me later than the panel thought I Maltepe Escort Bayan could be a handful to control, and maybe they should not hire me. Samantha had said ?Don?t worry, I can control him.? Indeed. When we began to work she was very cold and aloof to me, not very talkative as we took the hour?s journey to the field site. The very first thing I asked her on the first as I got into the 4x4 ?So Samantha, tell me a little about yourself?? I smiled as she hummed and stammered, thinking of a good answer. I like catching women off guard, its funny. I even had the audacity to strip off in front of her on the side of a public road down to my boxers to change into my fieldwork clothes; nudity was never something I have never been embarrassed about. It is needless to say that I gave a first impression on the first, whether it was good or not I have no idea. As the summer wore on, she opened up more; the ice queen was actually quite a giggly princess. We bantered with each other constantly, we laughed continuously, we had lunch together, she shared her secrets with me and me with her, and we had become good friends. People actually commented how we actually acted like a married couple. One day when driving back from work Samantha was complaining about her landlord, not doing enough to get stuff fixed, her daughter?s bedroom door was broken. ?Tell me about it, my landlady as been riding my ass all day,? I exclaimed. ?Why?? Samantha replied. ?The cracks on my bedroom wall.? ?Cracks?? ?Yeah from my bed headboard. Bang. Bang. Bang.? With every bang I beeped the vehicle horn, startling an old couple on the sidewalk. Samantha burst out laughing and couldn?t stop laughing for five minutes, tears streaming down her face. I didn?t think it was a particularly funny joke, but she did. Finally she said ?Good story.? She looked Escort Maltepe at me up and down and it was then I realised that I could have her if I wanted her. But I never made a move, neither did she. We both made subtle hints at our attraction for each other. To this day I am not sure why I didn?t make a move until that night of disco fever. The night wore on, I had barely got talking to Samantha all night due to our work colleagues butting in and we were both getting increasingly drunk. Samantha and I actually lived close to one another, well within walking distance. Our work friends charged me to make sure our boss got home safely. My heart jumped a beat. Now or never kid, don?t back out now chickenshit! As they left we both finished out last drinks of the night sitting at a booth. She leaned into me, showing her bodacious cleavage. Damn. I squeezed the leather seating; I never wanted a woman this much. ?Whatever happened to that blonde girl? The one you were talking to,? she whispered. ?Ach she went away somewhere.? ?She was a cute girl.? ?Yeah but just a girl, she is nothing though compared to the woman I want.? I noticed her breasts heave slightly as she licked her rub red lips and smiled, she leaned closer. Her perfume now intoxicating, ?You?re coming home with me.? With those simple words my cock hardened. Damn how I wanted this sexy, desirable, intelligent, funny older woman. She pulled on her leather coat and led me out of the club, I had not seduced her, she had seduced me. We staggered towards her place, quite drunk, talking about the things drunk people do. While crossing the road, she stopped me ?On yes, one last thing.? She planted her lips onto mine, those sweet lips, her soft tongue. I pulled her body tightly to mine, caressing her face and her hair. Oh god I wanted her, to have her right in the middle of the road, I didn?t care. A car beeped its horn as it drove past, we broke the kiss laughing and walked even quicker back to her place holding hands. At the end of her street we stopped. ?Do you mind, if you wait here while I get the babysitter to leave and make sure my girl is asleep? I will send you a text when I?m ready? I nodded.