Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors. If you are a minor or offended by material of a sexual nature, do not continue reading.
Copywrite 2001 by Frank
It started as an ordinary weekday. Got up, drove to work, fiddled with some papers on my desk. Then the phone rang for the umpteenth time that morning. You had rung to report that someone had broken into your garden shed and stolen a lawnmower and some tools. Yes, of course I would come out and assess the claim, and we made an appointment for the following afternoon.
I arrived on time. You had no previous claims and had been a policyholder for several years. Should all be straightforward enough - probably not more than 15 minutes, tops.
I rang the bell and waited. I rang again. Then I heard movement from inside and the door opened a fraction. There you were in a terry towelling robe with another towel wrapped around your hair. “Sorry for the delay,” you said, “just taking a shower. I’ve got to go out soon. Come in.”
I wondered idly if you were wearing anything underneath. The robe was not the most flattering piece of clothing, but I could make out your general shape and what I saw was enough to send a twitch into my prick. Stop daydreaming!
“Thanks. Just need to see the damage to the shed and check any receipts you may still have.”
“OK. The shed’s just outside the back door. Go and have a look. I’ll see if I have got any receipts left. Doubt it though. The stuff was a couple of years old. Fancy a coffee?”
“Yes please.”
I went out the back door and saw the small padlock had been levered off splitting the wood. Job done really. I turned to come back inside and saw you reaching up into a cupboard in the kitchen for a couple of mugs. Your robe had loosened slightly and your left breast was on show - almost up to the nipple. I froze, momentarily transfixed by the sight, wondering if the nipple might make an appearance! My bottom jaw was no doubt on the floor at this point and then you turned and spotted me! Your eyes traced my eyeline back and you saw what I was looking at.
Fuck it, I thought. Time to pretend I saw nothing and get out quickly. I came back into the house slightly embarrassed….but you had made no attempt to tighten your gown. If anything it was even looser and some delicious cleavage was now on view. Damn it, take your eyes off this woman.
”Sugar?” you asked as if nothing was wrong.
“Please,” I replied.
We went into the living room and sat down, you on the sofa, me in an armchair. I was suddenly conscious of my erection and rested my papers on my lap to cover up. By the side of the television I noticed the cover of a porno film. Just what kind of a woman were you? Come on, make conversation then get out.
“So when did you discover the stuff had been nicked?” I asked.
“At the weekend. I wanted to dig out some old bedding plants and found the lock broken and the tools gone.”
As you spoke your robe slipped and exposed your leg up to your thigh. Again you made no effort to pull it back. You took the towel from your hair and let your hair tumble down, still slightly damp but a wonderful sight. My eyes met yours for a second. Did I see something in that look? No, come on stop dreaming for God’s sake!
You reached forward to pass me a drinks mat so I could put my mug down. As you did so your breasts fell forward and gave me another tantalizing glimpse of pure white flesh - and your tan line. My, you must wear a brief bikini! It suddenly occurred to me that you knew exactly what you were doing. You were playing with me, teasing me with a flash here and there.
“Put those papers down," you said. “You might as well sit comfortably for a few minutes.” I hesitated, knowing that my prick was ready to burst out of my briefs and was making a clear bulge in my trousers. Then you stood up, came over and took the papers off me. “My!“ you said as you looked down, “you clearly like what you see. Thank you for the compliment. And don’t be shy. I’m not.”
I could tell you weren’t shy! And how! What was this? A proposition? Could I fuck this woman I had only met a few minutes ago? No. Too good to be true surely.
You remained standing in front of me. My eyes were in a direct line with your crotch, still covered by the robe. Come on, say something for fuck’s sake. She is flirting with you. Flirt back! “Yes sorry about the bulge in my trousers, but I bet you are used to compliments like that. You should be.” God did I actually say that?
“Mm. Like what you see, eh. Well, take a closer look if you like.”
I moved my hands to the belt around your waist and slowly undid the simple tie you had made. The robe fell open. You were wearing a white thong and nothing else. Your mound was smooth through the flimsy material - you must have a shaved cunt. This was past the point of no return.
I moved my hands around your arse and pulled you closer. I could smell you now - delicious musky scents filled my senses. My lips were so close to you now. I slipped my hand under the string of your panties at the back and pulled slightly. The material tightened and your cunt lips stood out. Tighter still and the panties started to go up into your cleft, your cunt lips on either side just like a picture I had seen once. You caught your breath and pulled my head forward. I devoured your cunt. Kissing and licking you over what was left of your knickers. Oh this was so good - but they had to come off! In an instant I yanked them down your legs and you stepped out of them. Then back to business!
I took your cunt to my mouth, my tongue probing as deep as possible, savouring the delicious taste of your juices that now covered my mouth, nose and cheeks. You raised a leg and put it on the arm of the chair. I could get even deeper now, using my nose to press against your clit while I continued to fuck you with my tongue. Your hands were on your tits, pulling at the hard, sensitive nipples. “Oh yes!” you moaned softly. “That feels so good. Oh yes. Don’t stop doing that please. Yes. Yes.”
You were grinding your cunt against my face now. I was drinking your juices but the flow was such that it was trickling out of the sides of my mouth and down my neck. I had your arse in my hands, squeezing hard, pulling you forward. I suddenly moved my tongue to your clitoris, licking furiously, nipping it with my lips, then licking furiously again. It was too much for you to stand. I could feel you tensing up, starting to shake. You buried my face to your cunt as you came with an, “OH FUCKING YES. YES. YESSS!”
You collapsed forward on to me. I fell back into the seat and you ended up facing me sitting on my lap. I was still fully clothed at this point and the collar of my shirt was wet with your juice. You pulled my jacket over my arms, removed my tie and shirt and held me to you. At last I could give your tits the attention they deserved, those tits I had glimpsed outside only a short time ago. I took as much of your breast as I could into my mouth, then withdrew to suck hard on your nipple. You threw your head back and gasped as I bit gently. I moved to your other tit and gave it the same attention. You threw off your gown and were now naked, riding me over my trousers. I was desperate to get them off now and fuck you hard.
I leaned forward and eased you down to the floor. You kept your legs on the chair, spreadeagled before me, your cunt begging to be filled. I stood and undid my trousers and dropped them and my briefs - at last I was free. You were waiting for me to fuck you but I couldn’t resist touching myself, moving my hand up and down my throbbing shaft, feeling all the sticky pre-cum that you had generated in me. I suddenly wanted to wank over you just to get rid of that first premature cum so that I could fuck you for longer.
You squealed with delight as you realized what I wanted to do. “Yes do it now!” you said. And I did. My hand moved faster, catching that sensitive spot just below the knob head. I groaned and shot my load over you. The first spurts reached your face and hair, the others traced their way down you lovely body beneath me.
You scooped up the cum on your face with a finger and sucked it dry. “Lovely!” you said. “You taste good too. I want to taste just how good.” You got up on your knees and took my slightly flagging erection into your mouth, taking it deep so I thought you would gag yourself, then sucking gently over the knob. God this felt so good. I held the back of your head as you bobbed back and forward. Your hand reached up my leg and found its way to my arse. You teasingly traced around the opening and this time I raised a leg on to the chair to give you better access. Without taking your mouth away you reached down to your cunt and got your juices on to two fingers. You slowly rubbed my arsehole, giving it plenty of lubrication. Then you started to press, gently at first, and when I didn’t object, more firmly until you got past the initial resistance.
This was heaven! Having you blow me while you finger fucked my arse. It was too much to stand. I could feel my arse gripping your finger as I came deep in your mouth. Spurt after spurt after spurt as a massive orgasm ripped through me.
When everything subsided, we went for a shower and managed to get into the cubicle together. We washed each other slowly and I managed to fuck you for the first time against the shower wall with your legs wrapped around my waist. God ,you were so good, such a splendid fuck!
We dressed reluctantly. I decided I would have to get a new shirt somewhere before going back to the office - I could smell your delicious musky scent on my collar and so would everyone else!
We kissed passionately, tongues probing, intertwining and said good-bye for now. I left my business card and offered my personal attention to any insurance problems you might have! You said I could expect frequent requests for a repeat performance.
I am awaiting your call again…………………..
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