The Amazon Greek GoddessAt one point in my chequered career I was a life insurance rep for a major company. One fine spring day, I was out prospecting through a new housing subdivision, door knocking, and dropping off business cards and leaflets offering ‘free’ financial analyses. I was targeting younger couples, so focused on homes with swing sets and toys s**ttered about, and bypassing the well-kept yards which generally denoted ‘older’ persons lived there. I saw one such ‘older’ person working their flower bed, and passed by with a smile and a nod. Then I heard a husky voice call, “excuse me – what is it you are doing ?” I turned back and was surprised to find that the ‘older person’ , although dressed in mannish clothing, it was abundantly clear that it was a woman. She was a big woman, as tall as me, not overweight, but what we used to describe as ‘handsome’, or ‘big-boned’. I guessed she was around age 45. I gave her my card and a quick rundown of what I did, and offered a no-obligation needs analysis for her and her husband. She thanked me, said her name was Eleni, and said she would discuss it with hubby, and I carried on, thinking no more about it. When I called in at the office illegal bahis the next day to check my messages, I had received a message from the lady asking me to call to arrange an appointment. I rang her up and we agreed to meet that evening at 7 PM.When I arrived, I was pleasantly surprised to find her all dolled up, and yes, she was built like a brick outhouse. The husband was nowhere in sight, as she served me tea and baklava. I asked where he was and she replied he was a building custodian who was working the afternoon shift until midnight. This was inconvenient business-wise as I really needed both spouses present, but since I was there anyway, I gave her a quick outline of the different types of policies in hopes of a second meeting. I asked in general terms about their situation, her husband’s work, health, pension plans, etc. Apparently he was a rather controlling old-school Greek guy, tight-fisted, a hard drinker, and I suspect abusive.She said she wanted to purchase a policy on his life as she feared he would drink himself to death and leave her penniless. I gently explained to her that I could not legally help unless he was present to be interviewed and consented illegal bahis siteleri to be insured. As she realized it was no-go, her face fell with a stricken look, tears started to flow, and her impressive bust began to shake with racking sobs. A bit bewildered, I took her hand and patted her shoulder to console her, as she leaned in against my chest. After a bit more crying, she looked up at me with that lost expression, and I don’t know why, but I gave her a little kiss on the lips.To my great surprise, she went on the attack ! Next thing I knew, her tongue was halfway down my throat and those lovely big hooters were pressing into me hard. We were soon laid out on the couch dry humping, I was fumbling with her zip and straps, as she loosened my belt, snaked her hand down my pants, and started to tug on my dick like she would tear it off. We were soon naked and she lay back and spread her thick thighs as I slipped into her warm, wet, and very bushy cunt. I could hardly believe it was happening, as I was banging her hard, she was pushing back with equal force, all the while moaning and writhing, her big breasts flopping around in the most delightful way. She was definitely canlı bahis siteleri an Amazon with lots of stamina, a voluptuous body that showed her Greek heritage. We soon came to a climax, and lay entwined with each other as we caught our breath. No more tears, and a smile started to appear. I asked if I should be going, but she asked me to stay a while longer, the husband wouldn’t be home for a few more hours. We talked, she was very lonely and felt unloved by her husband, but too afraid to leave him. We had another nice slow and easy fuck as I caressed her curvy body and fondled her breasts, she straddled me on top for a nice cowgirl ride. All too soon it was time to go, but we agreed to meet again. She didn’t want to risk it in the home again, we worked out a code system to call and see if the coast was clear or if he answered the phone himself. We got together once a week or so through that spring and summer, sometimes at a motel, sometimes in a secluded park area on a blanket. Each time, she fucked with such an intensity as if it would be her last one ever… As we went into Fall, I saw her less often, she was afraid that her husband was getting suspicious. After a month of no contact, I drove by the house and saw a realtor’s sign on the front lawn. I called the realtor, who told me they had already left to return to Greece, and had no plans to return. I still wonder to this day what became of Eleni, my Greek goddess.