After my first year of college, I signed on as a helper to a group of handymen. Without particular skills, I was a "go fetch" and "move this" kind of guy. I was young, athletic, and pretty buff, so a lot of my customers were housewives who just needed muscle. More than one of them would touch my arm of back, and remark on my muscle tone. I got lucky with 3 different 40 somethings, guess that was my "tip". A fourth, where I didn't get laid was the most remarkable. I had been to the house of thus early 50's rich lady 3 different times, moving boxes to storage or putting together stuff she had bought. All three times I was with another guy. She was very well presented, tight pants, high heels, a shirt with 2 buttons undone, and some cleavage showing. She was friendly, flirty and touchy,,; enough so that we would always speculate how firm she must be, and if she ever "did it" outside of her executive husband.Alas, not 3some stories.
The week before I went back to school, they sent me out solo, just to move some boxes. She was dressed lass formally, just a loose house dress, although she was fully made up. It was also obvious from the movement of her boobs that she didn't have a bra on. She greeted me, explaining that she was dressinf for a party, but needed to have some boxes in her bathroom moved to her attic. As she was showing me what she wanted moved, she bent over the boxes and I had a perfect downblouse. Her breasts were nice sized, with dark nipples, and swayed freely. She caught my looking, but just smiled, and seemed tto look at my crotch(i was dressed for work, so I only had thin shorts on)
A half a dozen trips later, I had the job done, ans she told me that she had thought of just one more. I followed her back to the bathroom, and she bent down again to open her vanity, and pull a small box out. With her bending over, I naturally looked down her dress again. She seemed to be having trouble getting hold of the box so I had a nice long look. She looked up, abd caught me looking, and asked me if I saw anything I liked. Blushing a bit, I admitted that I had, and that she was really pretty. She looked at my crotch very plainly, and asked if her titties made me hard. Since it clearly had, I adjusted my package and said "yes mam, those are some pretty titties.
She smiled, very broadly, and said "show me" i sort of gasped, and she said that her husband wasn't much interested in her any more, and that she wanted to know if she could excite a young man. By bow, the buldge in my pants was obvious and I involuntarily reached down to push it to the side. She smiled again and said "show me, there's a good tip for you in it"
I unbuttoned my shorts and bulled the down along with my boxers in a single motion, and my cock sprung out. In those days, he got hard quickly, and reliably pointed quite a but north of straight out.
Her eyes were fixated on my cock, ans she sat down in a little chair, and cupped her right breast. She said "play with it for me, I want to see how had it can get". As I wrapped my hand around my cock, her lips parted, and I could see that her fingers were pinching her nipple. I pulled and pumped, and her attention focyse even more on the head of my cock, and she jumped a little when I came. She smiled broadly, and watched the last of the cum appear at the tip.
Oh yeag, my tip was nice too.
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