Late in HS and throughout college, I worked periodically near my home, as the "kid who moves things". Mostly it was boxes, or stuff on the lawn, but occasionally it was the middle aged ladies who wanted something moving between their legs. I figured out later, that I was actually "passed aroung" within the neighborhood, but I never felt used, and indeed I learned a lot about pleasing ladies from the experience. Plus, it paid pretty well, better than working at the grocery store.
On one particular day, I was called to the home of an slightly older (55ish) lady, who wanted to reorganize how things were stored in her basement. She was thin, sort of pretty, with a very slim figure, dressed in sort of a frumpy zip up housedress, as she planned to help and didn't want to get her good clothes dirty. Her hubby was an older banker, on a trip to Hong Kong, their kids were grown with their own families in a different part of the country.
The plan is that I would move the boxes, or make space for the boxes, and she would often sort of move them into final position, or start the process of moving them from where they were stored. As a result, I got a lot of views down her housedress. I hadn't thought much when I first met her, but she had small, nicely shaped tits, with long pale nipples, consistent with her blondish hair and fair skin. I began to position myelf to her side, to get the best possible view of her boobs.
One time, she took a long time to get a box strarted for me to move out of the way, and I got a bit mesmerized, as I could seen the shape of her aereola quite well, and was beginning to wonder if I could see even further down her dress, and was that a hint of her bush that I could see. Anyway, I finially looked back up, and she wasfo looking at me, with a big smile on her face. She asked if I saw anything I liked? To which I repliied that I certainly did. This game had been played on me before by other Mrs Robinson types, so I knew I would get either a mild scolding, with the admonition to pay attention to business, or asked if I wanted so see more, so I smiled back, and said, that she was quite an attractive lady. She got a very big smile, and said, I hoped you would like it. I like that tent that seems to be growing in your shorts.
I was in running shorts and a t shirt, I also have a slightly harger than average cock (7"), with a very big head, and the whole thinkg stands up high when I get excited, so there was a definite tent in my shorts. If you will drop those shorts, and show me yours, I'll unzip this dress and show you mine. In about 3 secconds, my shorts were at my ankles, and I was stepping out of them. As I stoood up, the head of my cock agled up to look at her face. She short of startled at the sight, saying, my my my, I haven't seen anything sand up that well in a lot of years, maybe ever. Can I touch it? She reache out with her hand, grapsing it underhanded, jerking is up and down. As she was doing this, she bent forward, so she could look at it closely, and opened he rmouth and bicked the underside of the bulbous head, just where a guy is most sensitive. And it erruped all over her face. Her mouth was already open, so she got the third, fourth and fith spurts in her mouth, but the first two went all over her face, from chin to hairline. As the spurting stopped, she pulled back, saying, oh my, oh my, oh my, I haven't had a shot in the face since I was in high school, oh my oh my, oh my, your cum tastes nice. Please tell me you can do that again. I want that cock in me again.
To be continued.
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