A couple of years ago I was working in a small convenience store. My boss was this lovely voluptuous divorced woman in her forties. She had a smile which alone could get me hard, and a full bodied form, with gigantic tits, that I would lay in bed and think about after a shift, and cumming all night.

One day I was on the internet, looking for girls to cum to (as I usually do), and I had the idea to head over to her Facebook page, and give my dick a wank to some of her photos. I’m glad I did, because she had lots of hot photos of her nights out with the girls, her cleavage a make-up started doing things to me, and I held my cock hard and felt her beauty.

Then my phone rang. Usually in the middle of such a great wank I wouldn’t answer my phone. But this day, it was sitting right next to my computer, and I could see it was her calling. I couldn’t believe my luck. I maximized the hottest photo (bikini on the beach, youch!), and answered the call.

It was some bullshit about an extra shift or something, but my cock was so hard by now, and I listened to her voice and looked at the photo. But the conversation was too quick, when she said goodbye, I was breathing heavily and just managed to push out the words; ‘don’t hang up!’

‘Oh my!’ her reaction changed, she was less serious, and more bubbly now. ‘Are you having a wank? Say, have I ever told you about my high-school days?’ She went on with this story, about how she was quite popular in high school, and all the jocks wanted to cum on her tits.

She mentioned one jock that she was keen for. He’d slept with nearly every girl, and she’d slept with nearly every jock. But they had only just got together this one time. He got undressed, and she did slowly. By the time her tits were let out, his cum shot out. He didn’t touch himeself, neither did she, and he came just looking at her.

She was so proud, she kept mentioning that the cum shot out, it didn’t dribble, it shot out. As she went on about it my cum also shot forth and I moaned like never before. ‘I can see your satisfied,’ she said. ‘I’ll let you get some sleep. But please don’t forget about the shift. Oh, and if you ever need to call me again, just do it’. And she hung up. You better believe I have called that number many times in the years that followed.