Suzanne – my MILF –  Part 1 I was a late bloomer in many ways – blame my religious upbringing, an over-protective Mother, and my shy nature.

For one summer student job, I got an office job doing computer programming. I guess the desks closest to the secretary were not so desirable, as that was where I was placed. One day, in walked a lady. Any visitor was a bit unusual, but she was unusual in her own unique way. Petite, with long black hair, mini-skirt, and thigh height boots that only accented a fine pair of legs. She was an attractive Asian, in her forties. I had been on my way back to my desk, when she had walked in, so I could fully admire her beauty and allure as she approached the secretary. Pretending to organize some binders on my shelf, I remained standing, transfixed by her attire and sexy ass.

She had turned to survey the office and caught me staring. Her winning smile left me flustered and I sat down. I could hardly focus on my work – flushed with embarrassment and lust. Then my phone rang – the secretary was calling, asking me to escort a visitor to the bust stop. Fortunately my hard-on had subsidized, and I went over and after a brief introduction took Suzanne outside, to the bus stop. We made small talk – turned out she was new in town and that she had gone to the office looking for a friend – I surmised the friend was a past boy-friend who had moved to town some months ago. She was sweet and engaging, so we arrived at the bus stop all too soon. Thinking that was it, I said good-bye and returned to the office. I was a bit puzzled by the secretary’s sly smile as I walked past, but figured she was still enjoying my initial embarrassment.

A few days later, my phone rang and it was Suzanne. She was asking if I could show her around the area – she was living in the same neighborhood that I grew up in – something we discovered while walking to the bus stop.