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The house seemed suddenly very empty. God, but she did like the guy. Why was he so young, why hadn’t she just come on to him when he was leaving? Because she’d been terrified of scaring him off, that’s why. But oh! Standing at the sink with him gazing up her skirt, and she knew he’d been gazing up her skirt. That lovely erection plain to see under his coveralls. She’d wanted him so badly then. Damn, damn, damn.
Dave drove off and the rest of his day was spent cleaning the truck, sorting his tools, ordering materials, and doing paperwork. But images of Angie seemed to intrude all the time. Angie stirring her coffee, Angie’s dress tight across her breasts, the view up Angie’s skirt, her hand on his arm when she opened the door for him. She’d really got to him.
Eight o’clock on the dot, the doorbell rang. This man doesn’t lie abed in the morning, Angie thought as she went to the door, still in her bathrobe.
Coveralls again, but they were clean and oh, that wonderful grin. She wondered if he had any idea what that grin did to her.
“I thought I’d unblock the eaves troughs and maybe replace the missing shingles before the sun gets too hot.” he announced.
“Didn’t know any were missing,” she said. “So I can’t offer you breakfast?”
“Noticed ’em yesterday and no thanks to breakfast, but coffee would be fine.”
Angie made the coffee. She climbed the ladder in her bathrobe with his coffee in one hand. She peered over the eaves troughing, there he was up on the ridge, hammer in hand. She called to him. Smiling he got to his feet and walked easily down the roof to her. “Thank you ma’am.”
He squatted above her, sipping. They agreed it was a glorious day. She gazed at the contours of his cotton-covered crotch while he looked down into the gaping terrycloth, at the swells of her breasts.
Angie felt her body heat beginning to notch up. The fucked-up hormonal fifties she wondered, or the hots for this young man? The latter she was sure, she felt her pussy purring.
“Be careful climbing down,” he cautioned, wishing he was on the ladder below her to help. He wondered how she’d feel through the robe. His cock stiffened painfully in his coveralls.Her decision to wear a bikini was a brave one. Was she too old for bikinis? Would she ever get into it? It was a couple of summers at least since she wiggled and squirmed into it. Why not wear it? Sit in the sun and read while the workman fixed this and that? Drink a cool drink and, and, get herself laid? The last was her real reason she knew. She was unashamedly after this young guy. If he turned her down all she had to do was sulk a little. She picked the bra up off the bed. If he didn’t scratch her itch for her there was always her electric lover. She pulled open the drawer in the bedside table and looked at it and her pussy gave a little clench. Oh Dave! Don’t turn me down.
She got her breasts into the top with only a modest struggle. The cleavage and the freckles looked just fine. She stood in front of the mirror and postured a little. Angie, you look great. Next the bottom piece.Well, she got into that but there was an inch or two more of Angie in the ass department than she remembered. She turned and looked in the mirror. Oh no! It was forever since she'd trimmed her bush and it looked awful, fluffing out on either side. Hell! She glanced at the clock, no time to give herself a haircut. Shrugging she fished her old cut-off denim shorts out of the drawer and wriggled into them. They were indecently brief too, but at least they covered the fur.
She set up the lounger and stretched herself out in the sun. Not too hot yet, she needed to rub suntan lotion on but that could wait. Maybe … yes, maybe Dave would do it for her.
She must have dozed. She woke to find him looking down at her, his shadow across her face. “You’re going to burn if you stay out here too long.”
“What time is?” she asked him, barely awake.
“Midday, maybe ten after twelve.”
“Oh dear, must have slipped away. Would you like some lunch?” she asked.
“I certainly would if that’s okay.”
“Why don’t you have a shower while I make us some food?”
He wished more jobs were like this. Coffee break and lunch and a shower. She’d slept while he worked and he’d looked at her often. She had the loveliest breasts and red hair and good legs. Hard to guess her age. Forties? Fifties? Who cared, she was something else to look at. His cock stiffened and he wished it wouldn’t. He’d love to fuck her but had a feeling she’d tell him to get lost if he made a move. But she was being pretty friendly, and the sunbathing like that had surprised him. His trouble, Dave knew, was his lack of experience.
They ate in the kitchen. French bread, strong cheese and pickled onions. She said it was called a ploughman’s lunch. She got two beers from the fridge. They drank from the bottles, Dave couldn’t remember enjoying a meal so much, not ever.
She pushed her chair back, “Let’s go drink our beer in the sun.”
He looked at her reddened breasts and arms, “If you’re going out in the sun maybe you should put something on, you’re going to be sore tomorrow.”
“I’ll get some lotion.”
Out on the deck she handed him the bottle. “Would you,” she asked, “and you’re right, us redheads do burn easily.”
Poor Dave. He clumsily applied the lotion to her arms but then paused. She cupped her hands under her breasts and lifted them slightly, the message couldn’t be plainer. Dave gulped audibly and squeezed lotion onto his fingertips and touched them to her breast. Her softness was incredible! His cock reared erect inside his coveralls. God she was so soft.
Angie watched his face. His expression delighted her. His surprise at being able to touch her and the look of wonderment as his fingertips caressed her softness. Her delight turned to hunger as his touch made her nipples move in the bra, against the fabric. Her thighs tensed and she closed her eyes. She’d done it, she'd made the first move and she thought that maybe he was hers.
“How does it feel?” she asked him. Her heart seemed to be hammering in her throat.
“Soft, wonderfully soft, like a bird’s feathers,” he blushed furiously.
“What a beautiful thing to say.” Her eyes came up and captured his. The hunger in his eyes was wonderful. She turned over so he could do her shoulders and back.
The shorts were a treat, frayed and patched and faded and ridiculously short. Her ass cheeks peeped out from under the fabric. He loved that ass.
He moved closer, his trapped erection inches from the curves of her buttocks. His cock ached, Dave wanted her very badly. He began applying lotion to her shoulders.
When he’d done her back she took the suntan oil from him and said, “Why don’t you get out of those heavy coveralls for a while?”
Embarrassed he said, “I can’t, I’ve nothing much on underneath, just underwear.”
“Don’t worry none of the neighbors can see us on the deck.”
“No, but you …” he made a helpless gesture with his hands.
“How about I promise not to look?” she feigned surprise that he might think anything else.
He shrugged and slid the long zip all the way down and struggled the coveralls off his shoulders. He glared at her and she turned her back, not letting him see her smile.
When she turned back she gave a little gasp. He wore askimpy pair of black briefs - she’d expected boxers. If he’d had an erection it was gone but the bulge looked pretty impressive anyway.
“You promised not to look,” he said quietly.
“I lied,” she gestured at his crotch, “I’m glad I did.”
She went and got two more beers from the fridge. She handed him one and said, “You look wonderful in those briefs.”
He looked down at her shorts, “You’d look good in the rest of your bikini,” he said, and then added clumsily, “sorry, that‘s not for me to say.”
She sighed, “There’s a bit too much of Angie for bikinis I’m afraid.“
“I don’t think so, you look marvelous in those shorts.”
“Well there’s another small problem,” she paused,wondering how to word it, “it’s a long time since I trimmed my maidenly bush,” she paused again, “I wasn’t expecting to be sunbathing with company, and the curls rather overflow the bikini,” she finished lamely.
To his amazed embarrassment he heard himself say, “I trim lawns.”
She turned and went indoors and returned a minute later. He’d sat down and was drinking his beer. She stood in front of him and handed him a small pair of scissors.
She undid the stud at the waistband of her shorts, “Perhaps you could help, they’re a bit tight.”
He helped her work the shorts off her hips and down her thighs, “Oh yes,” he said quietly, “I see what you mean.”
She looked down, the sun lit the copper curls sprouting from under the bikini panties.
She moved back to her chair and sat down.
Dave got up and stood in front of her. His erection was by now a full-grown thing forming a big ridge up the front of his briefs. It’s head looked about to burrow out into the sunlight from under the waistband. How fast it recovered. Angie thought it the sexiest sight she’d ever seen; well for a long, long time anyway.
It was all she could do to keep from reaching out to touch him. Angie was feeling something she’d not felt in far too long. Arousal, extreme arousal in the presence of a man. Oh Lord, but she wanted him.
He knelt in front of her and she parted her legs and he walked forward a little on his knees. He reached for her waistband and said, “Are you sure about this?”
“As sure as you are,” and she looked down at his erection outlined so obviously in those suddenly brief briefs.
Together they gazed at her crotch. The skimpy panties of her bikini covered her prominent mound but not the profusion of pubic curls that had escaped on either side. She felt suddenly embarrassed but Dave said, “It’s a beautiful colour.”
“I can hardly walk about like this, with my pubic hair on display!” and handed him the scissors.
“Seems such a shame to cut this off,” he said softlyand brushed the backs of his curled fingers over her curls. He combed his fingertips into the hair and drew it out straight. He repeated the action and Angie bit her lip as the hair pulled, oh so gently, on the skin where thigh and mound met. How aroused could she get and not burst?
The trimming took forever it seemed. Dave gathered the hair each time he snipped and slowly formed a fluffy pile below her navel. Time and again his knuckles brushed and caressed the tight yellow fabric over her mound. He seemed to do it by chance but somehow she knew he was teasing her. She was breathing fast through parted lips and trying not to squirm her ass on the chair.
When he was finally done he said, “There, all neat and trim but it still seems a crime.” He gathered thefluffy ball of copper curls off her stomach and held it in his palm, it glistened red-gold, in the sun. An errant breeze rolled it off his hand and it scattered across the deck.
He sat back on his heels and admired his work Reaching out he placed his index fingers at her hips and traced the edges of the bikini slowly down over the tops of her thighs. When his fingers came together where the fabric disappeared between her legs, she squirmed.
They were playing now, teasing and waiting for the sparks to flash into flame. He stood and move a little closer between her thighs. Dave put his fingers on her again this time at the tops of her shoulders; again he followed the edge of the bikini. Trailing a fingertip down onto each breast. How full and soft they were. The swells of them all but spilling from the cups. He let his fingers dive slowly down in the sweat-wet moistness of her cleavage.
Angie’s breasts were always sensitive but by then their arousal seemed to exclude almost everything else. Dave’s fingers on the skin of them was almost more than she could endure.
“I love your freckles,” he whispered. “I’d love to count them.” He ran his fingertips over the softness, seeming fascinated by the hundreds of little brown speckles.
“Your breasts are so soft,” he told her. He marveled at the feel of her. “Like two warm clouds. Have you any idea how lovely they are?”
He slipped his fingers into the top of the left cup of her bra and with the flattened fingers of his other hand he eased her breast out. “Oh my!“ he exclaimed as the nipple popped into sight. Nearer red than pink, it was wonderfully engorged. It seemed to glow in the sunshine. Unable to resist, Dave lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Angie moaned. Her wickedly sensitive nipples seemed wired directly to her pussy. Her legs tried to close but his were in the way. “Oh yes, do that, don’t ever stop,” she begged him.
Maybe the impossible had happened and his cock had grown. More or more likely it had escaped when he’d stood. But when Angie opened her eyes an inch of beautiful penis was poking above the waistband of his briefs. She reached for him.
Her nipple was in his mouth and her small hand was wrapped around his cock head. A hungry mouth, a trembling hand, she squeezed his cock and she felt his groan with her nipple.
Given the levels of their arousal it was a race for who’d come first. Angie’s free hand slipped down to cup her pussy. Her whole body convulsed as, to her utter surprise, she came. She gripped his cock cruelly robbing him for the moment of his climax.
She sobbed and squirmed and he released her nipple and watched her in awed delight.
Finally Angie came down off her cloud and her eyes opened. “Oh God, I don’t think I’ve ever come so quickly,” she told him.
She still held his erection. Her grip had eased. None of his hardness had gone. “You have a very beautiful cock,” she said very softly and reached for the suntan oil.
Dave watched fascinated as she opened the hand that held his cock and squeezed lotion into it. Then she began to pump him slowly, gently, her eyes on face. It felt so good, so incredibly good, a strong, hard cock in her hand. Her upper arm moved her breast at every stroke, the nipple still glistened with his saliva. The other breast was still cupped in the bikini bra, but only just, the areola’s edge peeped out like a rising sun.
Angie loved his cock and desperately needed it inside her but she thought this eager young man might need a little of his pressure relieving. She tightened her grip on his cock until he gasped. She moved her other hand and then slid it down inside her panties, watching as his eyes followed the move.
He groaned and his hands became fists at his side. Not long sweet Dave, she thought.
“I’m horny too,” she said to him, pleasuring her pussy steadily. She was teasing herself as much to turn him on as to please herself.
“Oh God! Stop, stop, stop,” he begged her, but stop she didn’t and with a sob he bent over and his cock spurted.
“No, no, no, no!” he repeated as if the words could hold him back.
She watched in delight as he came and came over her breasts, over her belly. “Yes, yes, yes, Dave,” and she kept pumping him until he was utterly spent and begging her to stop.
He dropped, trembling, to his knees in front of her.
“Let me clean that up,” he said. He looked guilty somehow, his come all over her body.
“Don’t you dare,” she said, pulling her hand away from her pussy and slowly rubbing his come over herself.
“Here’s you next job,” she said running one finger up and down the front of the panties. Her cleft was clearly defined through the oh-so-tight panties, the fabric showed wet where her finger stroked.
“When?” surprise very obvious in his voice.
“Just as soon as you have your breath back David.”
cont'd ...............
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