Where it happened: Kitchen Cupboard
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My husband, Ryan, and I had just moved into this older home, our first. It was very nice, but needed some work, including a new roof.
Ryan hired a local company that gave us a good price, and on a Saturday morning, a crew of about ten young men, came over to tear off the old one and replace it with a new one. They were mostly college guys, I guessed, doing Summer work. They worked in shorts and no shirts — bare chested. It was hot in July, in Arizona. They sweated as they worked. I watched them occasionally, and gave them lemonade or iced tea during their breaks in the morning and afternoon in the backyard, under the Willow tree.
I wore just shorts myself that day, and kind of a skimpy top — bare midriff. I joked around with the guys during their breaks, and commented on what great bodies they had — very muscular and tanned all over. Covered with sweat.
When they were done, one of the young men, who was the owner’s son, presented me with the bill. I told him to come in where it was air-conditioned, while I wrote the check. I gave him another iced tea, as he sat at the kitchen table.
Although I was 29, I found myself intrigued with this young man, who was probably ten years younger than myself, and I decided to give him a little thrill, so I took off my top, and came back, bare chested like himself, with the check in my hand.
He was surprised, but smiled broadly, and immediately took off his shorts. With no underwear whatsoever, he revealed his growing penis, which soon became erect, and stood there in front of me, saying nothing, but obviously inviting me to suck his cock. It must have been 8″ or 9″ as it extended from his groin area.
I knelt down and began to suck it, taking it gently into my mouth, and extending it further and further, gradually, into my throat. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. And it felt so wonderful as it massaged my larynx. In 5 minutes, he came — once, twice, three times, 4 times! I took all of it. I’d given blow jobs to my husband many times, and knew guys really loved it.
He was eager and I was willing. So I hopped on the cupboard counter top, and spread my legs, while he inserted his fleshy probe into me — deep. And her began to thrust rapidly, and I whispered lowly, “Oh, fuck me, fuck me!” And he came several more times. After about 20 minutes, we were finished and we just kept embracing, chest to chest.
He thanked me as he put his shorts back on, and picked up the check — “That was great!” he said. “Thank YOU!” I said. “I’ve never had better sex from anyone like this.”
I haven’t see him since, and I’m unlikely to do so. Roofs probably last for 20 years. But, if we ever need another new one, we’ll call his Dad’s company. I’ll be about 48 and he’ll be about 38, and we can enjoy another session.
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