Another one
Years ago I used to read meters for a living. I was in a pretty exclusive area and loaded with rich women. I approached the house and an older lady came to the door and I told her I was here to read the meter. When I was leaving, She said "don't forget the greenhouse around the back.t has a separate meter to it". "OK" I said and I walked around the back.
When I went in the greenhouse I saw that it was also being used as a pottery making area. I found a beautiful young lady sitting at the potters wheel. She had nice brown hair and a very loose old t shirt on . She had cut off denim shorts that were way to big on her. I asked her if I could watch her make something as I've never seen it done before. She said it would be fine. We were all alone in this greenhouse.
She leaned over the already spinning wheel and when she did, her perfect tits were on display for me. She was focused so hard on the piece she was making that she wasn't watching me at all. It was perfect. I decided to go around the other side of her and dam..... those loose shorts were so loose that I could see down the backs of them. I followed the crack of her ass way down. She wore no panties. Then I was viewing from the other side of her at her perfect tits.
By the time I left, which was about a half hour or so, I was ready to explode. I thanked her and she said "anytime". Well every two months I was scheduled to read the meter again. But I never saw her there after that.
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