When I was summer holliday 3 years ago in Jakarta-Indonesia, I working in a large
firm as temporary marketing staff. One of my manager, her name's Sally, she's
28'rd years old, with brown hair and 34B/28/35 figure. Actually, she's chinnesse
girl. I struck up a conversation with her and tried to get her to come out of her
shell. I soon found out that she was seperated from her husband. She was so meek
and sensitive. I felt so bad about her situation. She was pretty and sexy, but
she felt so useless inside that her outer appearance suffered.

One day, I call Sally at her office and she invite me. At her house when nobody
at home, we talked, and as I looked in her eyes, I could see that she was getting
more and more depressed. I decided to try to cheer her up a bit. I started to
stroke her hair and I held her hand and told her she was pretty. She didn't
believe me! I asked her if she had a full-length mirror. She did and we went to
her bedroom and stood in front of it. As she stood looking into the mirror, I
rubbed her shoulders and described all the beautiful parts of her body. I talked
about the waves in her hair, her eyes, her figure. Then I got a little more bold.
I ran my hands up her thighs to her waist and rubbed across her hips. I told her
that she was sexy. I could tell she was nervous. I asked her if any may had ever
treated her like this. She murmered a weak "no". I moved my hands up to her
blouse and began unbuttoning. She moved as if to stop me, but her hands dropped
to her side. She closed her eyes and I knew she had decided to give in. She
closed her eyes and waited for more. I proceeded to remove her blouse and her
bra. I rubbed her breasts and stroked each nipple. Her breasts were firm and I
squeezed them and told her how soft they were. I unbuttoned her's and slid them
to her feet. She seemed in a trance when I rubbed her mons through her white
cotton panties. I slid my hand down the front of those panties and then put my
other hand at the small of her back. I pressed my finger against her clitoris and
rubbed from side to side. Her knees were getting weak, as were mine, so I led her
to her bed. She smiled and looked at me through drooping lids as I moved over her
body. We were both trembling now, so I lay down between her legs and started to
kiss her above her clitoris, slowly moving down until I had it between my lips
and tounge. She moaned with pleasure and then pain as I nibbled at her lips and
slid my tounge into her vagina. She tasted like roased honey and I told her she
was good enough to eat. She smiled and let out a little laugh. As she started to
reply, the first wave of the first of her many orgasms that night washed over her
and she thrashed around on the bed until it subsided. I then stood at the end of
her bed and undressed for her while she watched. When I pulled off my now soaked
briefs, she actually growled. I climbed back on top of her and slid my throbbing
penis deep into her already well-lubricated vagina. She smile and then kiss me
deeply as I moved deeper into her. Now she is get married with her new husband,
and I'm still in state. But we both always keep calling eachother.

I miss you Sally.