It was 2009 and we were getting ready to go to a big charity fund raiser, black tie style event. Anyone who was anyone was going to be there, actors, music industry but more important from my POV the senior management from my company. I was the young superstar and this was my first time to be invited to this type of event. I came down the main stairs in my house and I seen Helen standing there, she was wearing a red top and skirt, with a black belt linking them together, it looked like a long dress. She hadnt seen me, and she was practicing sitting and standing. The skirt was tight. very tight. Helen worked out, she was slim but she had a voluptious ass, im not sure what she was doing if she was trying to get the motion right to exentuate her ass or making sure her skirt did not ride up too far when she sat. I stood and watched in awe for several moments in astonished silence. eventually she noticed me "what are you doing you creep?" she asked me jokingly. I conituned my descent without saying a word, she spun around slowly, "what do you think?" she asked "doesnt leave much to the imagination, I love it." I replied. "oh it leaves plenty to the imagination." she teased She rubbed her hands down to her hips, and onto her ass without breaking eye contact with me, "come here cowboy," she said with a low voice, as i approached she put her hand up to keep me at arms length, "get on your knees," she commanded in the same tone of voice, i started to reply "We dont have ti..." *SMACK* I barely got the t sound of time out when i was sruck across the face with a pair of leather gloves. To this day I get at least a semi when I smell the soft fragrance of fresh leather... |
