This is the first story I write that is not a personal experience, but that like everyone else is real. The person who s

This is the first story I write that is not a personal experience, but that like everyone else is real. The person who stars it is a beautiful reader of my stories that has told me how he knew me and that is why I have written this text to him in his honor. Veronica minged her hair confused and desperate. For more than looking at the computer screen the accounts didn't add up. Throughout the week had been working tirelessly on the case he had on his hands. Every day her boss pressed her and couldn't compose the final mosaic of the project they had to present to the client next Monday. Throwing himself out back he lay down in the wide leather armchair and breathed deeply again. He needed a break and cleared up for a while. With a "I need a coffee do you want another" he said goodbye to his secretary when she crossed the anteroom of her office walking towards the cafes that were in the hallway. As he walked down the aisle he crossed with the new fellow who like every day toured his whole body with a lascive look. Veronica laughed inside thinking about how the young man desired her but as always he dared not tell her anything; when they crossed somewhere else word he was nervous and restless, and between stutterings and babbling used to say something incoherent that made Veronica laugh even more for her "evil" behavior. And it is that the poor boy had fallen under the influence of his charms, all without her proposing. Wherever I was going Veronica, men turned to look at her raising hidden passions. Newly entry into thirties continued to maintain the appeal of combined youth with the experience and maturity of his age. Of medium stature, his body thin contoured his steep curves at the rapid pace imposed by his Steps. His long legs held by vertigo heels were shown long and smooth where the skirt of the jacket suit she wore today left that loomed. The brown hair collected in a long ponytail framed his fine accentuating the gaze of his dark and deep eyes and increasing the seductive power of his broad smile. Veronica was a whole person, determined and intelligent who knew how to seduce a man, so he always let the opening his dark jacket would let the neckline of his white shirt and was intuous the roundness of her breasts hidden by the black lingerie that used to carry. In short, a flag woman to surrender to always at his feet. Holding with both hands the steaming coffee a male voice He rated it out. The director of the law firm for which he worked since recently congratulated her on the good work she was doing and at the same time the pressed for the project to be completed by the end of the Day. As he returned to his office he thought he would have to do more hours to to finish the extra work today. Sitting again at his large work table massaged his siens thinking about the long afternoon he Expected. Then he reconsidered and planned what was left of the day. I'd have to call her mother to go to school to pick up her daughter, and then talk to her husband to take care of giving the girl dinner and lying down. On the other hand side thought maybe he wouldn't like a little rest from the work either at home and not having to endure the continuous quarrels with her husband because the girl didn't behave well or didn't want to have dinner. Breathing deep returned to the Work. I'd been typing on the computer for hours and it's been a long time since his secretary had gone home. The lights of the rest of the offices were they saw off, a sign that their occupants had already returned home. Veronica wished she could finish to take the car and get shot out of there, in after a well-deserved break. Pressing hard the input key gave for the budget and development of the project has ended. He threw his body towards back lying down and sighed relieved. If he ran he could make it in time to to put the girl to bed, but with the tiredness she had, she didn't feel like it at all. She thought it would be better for her husband to take care of the girl for a day, she I needed a break to clear it. He went back out into the hall and took a soft drink from the machine. On the way back to the office he checked that there was no no one else in the building so he alerted the security guard to tell him that before she left she checked in her round that she was still there so she wouldn't leave her locked inside the office. Taking small sips to the can of soda opened the Internet browser and set out to read the news in the digital version of the local newspaper. Then he opened another window and accessed his email account to check if it had new correspondence. A smile illuminated his face, quickly opened a new mail warning her that she had published a new account of his favorite author on a well-known erotic stories. For a long time he read relentlessly all that this anonymous writer wrote and then hung on this page. What attracted him most of those stories was that they were all real experiences lived by the author and his way of describing them. Looking nervously the door slapped over her and threw out the key by franking the passage, then closed the curtains they gave to the window behind his desk, unhooked the phone and turned off the powerful lights leaving only the bulb of your table lamp as a light reference. She took a music CD out of her purse and passed her cell phone silently. By last let go of her hair and lay down ready to enjoy reading this new story. Gradually he went into the explanation that the author gave of a distant party in which he ended up performing a loving trio with two unknown girls. Taking small sips to the soda from time to time Veronica read carefully, immersing himself in reading, savoring it, and trying to imagine what he read he noticed a itching that was beginning to travel all over his body. Her fingers toyed restlessly with her hair as the morbid to be discovered increased the excitement provided by the letters exposed there. Your hand moved all over his neck and when he finished reading the story he found strangely nervous. Throwing himself back on the armchair closed his eyes and sighed trying to imagine everything he had read. The story about the trio brought pleasant memories of a similar experience he had had in the university and remembering those scenes made the itching that felt between her legs stretched out all over her body screaming to be released along to all the sexual burden he carried inside him. Enjoying the slow music got carried away for the time being. Gradually he lowered his hand playing with the tip of his fingers over the roundness of his breasts, which was shown through the neck of the white shirt. Gently hurdle with one finger under the black bra looking for the warmth of his chest. He was not surprised by the degree of hardness he showed his nipple and carelessly played with him for a while. Then he introduced the whole hand weighing his breast and gently massaging it. Meanwhile his other hand slowly unbuttoned the two buttons of the shirt by snovering it. With care freed her turgid breasts from the lace garment and with ease began to touch them by increasing the excitement that already went through all their Body. He spent some time playing with his nipples, rubbing them against his buds of their fingers, pinching them and pulling them, making them get so hard as rocks. Her lending hands continued for a while to weigh her tits and taking them slowly. His mind meanwhile kept running for those images that his mind kept as a treasure of that fleeting encounter with two other people in their college period. Veronica noticed how her tiny thong gradually went moistening with the flows that his crotch issued, then it was when decided to pay more attention to him. Carelessly one of his hands was lowered by her belly and with difficulty tried to get under her skirt, but could not, so he had to unbutton the side zipper of the skirt and so leave more room to play freely with your crotch. He touched his sex over the thong cloth noticing it damp and hot. He slowly rubbed affectionately the palm of his hand above his bunny moving nervously. His skin instantly bbleed when he slid the thong aside and touched her pussy openly. The strong smell of his juices flooded her nostrils and threw her even further into her fantasy world. Toying with the hair triangle she carefully shaved occasionally in the shower slid a solitary finger that pressed slightly his clitoris. The shudder he felt made his body vibrate overwhelmingly. More leisurely he repeated the process between groans of Pleasure. His breathing was choppy and he noticed how the heat that came off was I was noticing. Her wet sex looked forward to the massage continuing and she lends himself to satisfying the strength of his desire continued to gently rub the yolk of his finger against his clitoris. Occasionally I moved it up and down checking the degree of moisture on his vaginal lips and increasing both his excitement and his pleasure. Meanwhile his other hand continued to fill her with joy as she continued to pinch her nipples over and over again. Beginning with the tip of his feet Veronica felt like a tremendous orgasm was born and growing, moving through his spine dorsal to the base of his head at which point he exploded into a chorus of groans and panting at the same time as his body convulsed spasmodicly. It took him a few moments to catch his breath and open his eyes. Smiling felt much more relaxed. Work and worries had been left behind. But his body was asking for more. As a naughty girl she stood up and introduced her hands under his skirt got rid of the thong while stripping off the Shoes. Before depositing it on the table he smelled it enjoying the vapours of his own excitement. Then she climbed her skirt to the height of her waist and feeling liberated she lay back in the armchair resting both feet on the table in his office and opening his legs to pleasure. This time when it closed eyes did not think of his past experiences; who wrote those stories that drove her crazy and made her body burn from wish. Who would it be? What was it like physically? His mind created his own image and his hands did the rest. With a astonishing ability his fingers managed to return to erect their brunette nipples at the moment. He loved to stretch them and move them back and forth. He imagined what it would be like at that very moment someone strange to her lick them and then slowly continue to kiss her body until he embeds his head in his crotch and gives him all the unimaginable pleasure. Her pussy throbbed asking for more and she agreed to satisfy him. While still massaging her tits she passed the palm of her hand by his vulva. I still noticed it hot and hopelessly damp, perhaps a little pain but would soon have such an effect. He noticed his rabbit throbbing at the rhythm of his heartbeat. The lips of her vagina were red and swollen but eager to receive their touching again. Carelessly explored them touring their entire expanses making them occasionally a groan will escape from his ajar lips. Then with two fingers he separated the lips leaving his little clitoris in the air and delicately rubbed it against his Finger. Veronica no longer hid her excitement and tremendous pleasure I was experimenting. In her dreams she was satiated by an anonymous face lover Unknown. When she imagined being penetrated by this stranger she introduced slightly a finger in her vagina. Gradually he made his way inside accompanied by the sighs coming out of his throat. When he considered it necessary began with slow pace to put it in and get it out feeling full and enjoying the limit. His kept exuding more and more fluids facilitating penetration. Since she had started masturbating when she was a teen had not felt equal pleasure as now when he was sneaking it at work. Prey to his own complacency I have no hesd in introducing another finger in her vagina at the same time that with the other hand she began to rub her clitoris slowly at the beginning and more hasty afterwards. Veronica accelerated movements seeking to reach the highest heights of pleasure once again. When he ran a little shouted he escaped between his lips, even frightened for fear of being discovered. The new orgasm caused it to move frantic in the armchair and felt fully satisfied. The juices of your fell free by his legs and flooded his hands and part of the armchair. When he regained control of his body he joined in and pulling out a tissue was cleaned. Breathing profusely he re-dressed and to tidy up his hair. Sitting in front of the computer screen contemplated the account that moments earlier had led her to that state of restlessness. For a instant thought of all possibilities and arming himself with courage began to type a new email message: "Dear Anonymous Scribe"