Assisting Sarah with Organizing Tasks
On a scorching Saturday afternoon, our neighborhood cul-de-sac was buzzing with activity. Some were busy at work, others tending to errands, and yet more working in their yards or cleaning their homes. I was out back, filling my truck with items I planned to dispose of during my garage spring cleanup, when I noticed Sarah across the street.
A fit mother of two in her early forties, Sarah always seemed to defy her age. She greeted people with a hello and often opted for stylish clothes that seemed more suited to a younger woman. The result was a stunning display of her curvy figure - her rounded "mom bubble butt," "mom thighs," and tastefully understated 36C breasts that accentuated her physique in any shirt. I found it hard to focus with such a distracting image in mind.
As I settled a small shelf into the back of my truck, I gazed across at Sarah's house, expecting to see her but not finding her. I returned to the garage to gather more items, picking up a bag and turning around, I came face-to-face with her. Stealthily, she'd crept up on me. "Hi, Sarah. How's it going today?"
"I'm good, Michael. But could I ask you a couple of questions?"
"Certainly, what's on your mind?" I asked, keeping my thoughts away from the bulge forming in my shorts.
"I have a shelf that I want to put together for my closet to surprise Richard when he returns from his business conference," Sarah explained. "Could you come over and help me sometime tonight? He's returning tomorrow, and I'd like to have it finished." Her full lips parted, and she seemingly winked.
Misinterpreting this as a sign of gratitude, my thoughts strayed to suggestive scenarios that could take place in her home with her husband out of town. "No problem, I can come around 7 tonight and give it a look."
"Shh," she murmured, gesturing toward the garage. "I think he left some tools here somewhere."
I took advantage of her curve-filled silhouette to admire her body properly. She must've recognized my gaze, as she flicked her long hair and grinned wickedly. "So, do you think that's possible, Michael?"
My mind quickly conjured up a variety of dirty deeds to inflict on her body, but I controlled myself. "Absolutely, Sarah. It shouldn't take too long at all to assemble."
Later that evening,
Quarter past seven, and I've gathered the basic tools I might need. I fill a small tool bag with a screwdriver, a small hammer, and pliers. I take a step back and consider the situation: If she wants a helping hand, is she suggesting more than assembling a shelf?
I ring her doorbell, and after a moment, Sarah appears. "Hey, Mike, come on in. Thank you for helping me out with this."
"Sure, no problem," I offer. "I think it's in the back of your car. Show me the way."
We walk over to her garage, Sarah beating me to the trunk opening with a flourish. Somehow, I envisioned a more labor-intensive process involving screwing and hammering, but as I pick up the shelf, I'm pleasantly surprised to find it won't be too difficult. "Where would you like me to put this?"
"In our bedroom closet; it should fit perfectly."
We head upstairs past a few children's rooms, and Sarah answers my inquiry about her kids. "They're out for the night with friends."
Sarah lead me to the master bedroom, as I glance around the space. The living room is generic, with a TV, couch, and chairs; the dining room features a table and chairs. A light shines from the kitchen. Reaching the master bedroom, I can't help but make a show of my disinterest in working when I see such an attractive woman. "So your children are staying the night with friends."
"Yup," she says, pausing for a second. Her eyes hid a coy smile. "If you need any tools, Richard left them in the garage. I'll be downstairs."
This time, I really can't deny my eyes' magnetism to her hips as we traipse up the stairs. "This shouldn't take more than 15 minutes," I assure her before she retreats.
Once at the closet, I go to work assembling the shelf. Sarah's bedroom was so visually evocative that all I could envision was a sinful deed in it with Richard out of town. That thought is quickly extinguished once Sarah comes upstairs. "Almost done?" she asks.
"Yep, I'm finishing up now."
As I finish affixing the final piece of the shelf, Sarah stands nearby, noting the strength in my posture. "You did it!" she exclaims, surprised by the swiftness. "Thank you for the help." With a sly wave, she turns and hurries towards the stairs.
I couldn't help but stare at her behind as she walked out of the room, my mind filled with fantasies about her amazing ass. Once she was out of sight, I started looking for a spot to unpack the shelves. I chose the foot of the bed because it had enough space. I heard some noises downstairs that reminded me of cooking. Assuming she was preparing dinner, I inspected the dirty clothes hamper nearby. I considered rifling through it to see if she had any lingerie or used underwear, imagining how much her pussy and ass would smell in them. However, I chose not to act on that impulse and focused on assembling the shelf instead.
The cube-shaped shelf was quick to put together, just eight minutes, and my mind couldn't stop thinking about the hamper. Feeling bold, I moved the shelf closer to the closet. Thinking quickly, I closed the bedroom door to act as an alarm, in case she randomly came in while I looked through it. I stealthily stepped back over to the hamper, and "accidentally" knocked it over. I found some shirts, socks, and yoga pants she had worn earlier, but what caught my eye were her panties. They were colorful and made of soft material that wouldn't show panty lines. As I grabbed those, I unfolded them to check for the gusset area. I was surprised to find dried white stains on both pairs. Did she get extremely aroused throughout the day, I wondered? Intrigued, I brought them to my nose to sniff their scent, which was a musky pussy odor, accompanied by a subtle wetness. Could she have soiled these panties today, I pondered? As I smelled them, I suddenly heard the bedroom door handle turning. I quickly threw the panties back into the hamper and returned it to its original spot.
"Michael, why was the door closed?" she inquired.
I tried to appear bored, "I was just trying not to make too much noise with the hammer and stuff. I finished assembling the shelf a few minutes ago and needed to move it over here, but I accidentally knocked the hamper over while doing so."
She glanced at the hamper, giving a brief sideways look before smiling and walking back towards me. "Let me shift some things in the closet, and you can place the shelf in there."
As she walked past me, her firm ass brushed against my hard penis. I tried to suppress my excitement but couldn't stop myself from glancing at the panties, which were on top of the hamper, to find her pussy marks on them. They definitely weren't there earlier, so I'm guessing she knows it too.
"Here you go, this should give you enough room to slide that in there," she said, turning her head toward me.
I returned her smile and moved the shelf into position. When I finished, I let her know that it was set. I asked her if she needed any other help with anything.
"Well, there is one thing that has been bothering me. If you'd like to take a look at it" is what she replied, hinting that she was willing to stay in the house longer.
Trying to maintain composure, "Of course, I'd be happy to help," was my response.
She gestured for me to follow her, signaling me with a finger beckon, then headed upstairs. As we walked back down, she flicked her hair over her shoulder and caught me checking out her ass again. She grinned provocatively before continuing on.
Upon entering the kitchen, she instructed me to take a seat at the bar stool. She then prepared to get what I needed to inspect. I took a seat and maintained my attention on her while she walked away. I heard footsteps ascending the stairs and realized she had probably rounded the corner and returned upstairs before re-entering the kitchen. When she returned, she was completely nude, except for the remains of one of the panties from the hamper, which were now tightly clenched between her teeth. I stood there, knowing I had a grand viewing opportunity, and asked, "Sarah, what are you doing?"
With a guilty look, she says, "I noticed you placed the hamper back, and all of a sudden, your underwear magically appeared on top. How... serendipitous was that?" Smirking, she asks, "What are the chances of that happening?" Instead of waiting for an answer, she goes on to say, "Also, I couldn't help but notice how aroused you were earlier today... and upstairs. I thought I'd give you a taste of what you've been fantasizing about all day."
I was speechless, knowing I had been caught staring too many times. "I don't want to jeopardize things with Richard."
Interrupting me, she says, "That's fine. In our relationship, I'm allowed to have intimate moments with others as long as they stay at home. In fact, he prefers it. He likes me to get some action on the side so he's not overwhelmed with desire when he's home."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this actually happening?
The conversation continues, "Do you want to touch my wet panties? Or smell my pussy? Or... use me in any way you choose?"
At this point, I would've happily covered her in my cum if she touched my cock. I stuttered, "Yes."
She grabs my hand and rubs my fingers all over her pussy. Her panties were soaked, and as we rub her lips and clit through the fabric, I catch a whiff of her aromatic sex.
She says, "Let's head back to the bedroom, Michael." As she walks away, she makes sure to give me glimpses of her pussy and ass in the thong, with every step.
Walking back to the bedroom, she sits on the bed and rests her head on her elbows. "Why don't we try this?"
Without hesitation, I lay down on the edge of the bed next to her and move closer to her sex. She smells so enticing and delightful. I lean in and lightly sniff her pussy over her panties.
She moans slightly, "I'm incredibly wet, Michael, please remove my panties so you can taste me fully."
With no hesitation, I reach for her thong near her hips and begin to pull them down. The sticky fabric clings to her pussy, producing long, gooey strings of her juices.
I hesitate and then lie down next to her again. I find that her pussy is quite wet and dripping with her arousal, leaving trails down her legs and ass. I wrap my arms around her hips and move closer to her sex. Lining my face with her pussy, I take a deep breath and savour the delightful fragrance.
As I take my first lick, she moans out in pleasure and her head jolts back. "I'm so in the mood, Michael, please take off my panties so you can eat me completely."
Now that she's given this consent, I slide her thong down. As I kiss my way up her thighs, I notice how much her pussy has leaked. I lower my face closer to her pussy and lap at her slickness a few times to get the outer parts wet.
Moving my head back slightly, I observe a droplet falling from her pussy to her asshole. Thinking this might be my only chance, I extend my tongue and lick from her asshole to her clit.
She mews and heaves, "Michael, I'm so horny. I want you to fuck me. Fill me up until I cum on your cock."
I reply, "Consider it done."
While undressing myself, she continues smiling and teasingly states, "I'll want your cock inside me as fast as possible."
As I'm undressing, she spreads her legs further to grant me more access to her womanhood. Naked, I climb back onto the bed and rejoin her. Aligning my manhood with her dripping, leaky pussy, I rub it up and down a few times, teasing her even more. I then begin to insert my throbbing penis into her. She moans and lifts her hips to pull me back inside her pussy.
She exclaims, "God, Michael, just fuck me. I crave your cock! Fuck me until I cum on your cock!"
I answer her request as I mount her and push my cock deep into her toast-like pussy. The sexual tension between us is apparent. I increase my thrusts and maintain a consistent pace for a minute or so. The sexual thoughts from earlier have pushed me to the edge. "This is unreal. I'm about to pound your pussy and fill you with my sperm."
"Oh yeah... fuck me harder! Cum in me! Stretch out my pussy!" she screams.
While nearing the moment my seed ascended from my testicles, she entwined her legs around me and pulled me in for a final, invigorating stroke. My manhood could no longer continue, thus I released my cum within her pussy. As my body spasmed, I slowly pumped in and out.
Satisfied with her task, Sarah let my cock finish discharging into her wet flesh. I slid out of her, marvelling at the outcome of our delicious union. Her pussy was enlarged, fiery, and glistening due to her lubrication and my mixture that now spilled from her folds and dripped out.
In a voice as content as it could be, she politely stated, "Thank you, Michael. Normally, if Richard is away, I merely use my vibrators. But it's not quite the same as being filled with another man's semen." She explored her pussy with her fingertips, swiping up some droplets, and smearing them on her lips. Then, bringing the same fingers to her lips, she cleansed them by licking them.
"Cum tastes divine, doesn't it?" She questioned.
"I haven't experimented much with that," I confessed.
"Permit me to demonstrate, Michael. Observe these fingers as I dive into my self-created mess." Immediately, she reinserted two fingers into her slippery hole; they emerged gleaming.
I hovered over and claimed her digits with my lips. As I savoured the combination of her pussy's moisture and my sperm, my tongue cleaned every inch of her fingers.
"Whoa, you seem to cherish that, don't you, Michael? In case you agree, remember this: if you lick me out now, my panties soaked in my pussy's essence may belong to you. Fancy that?"
Initially, I contemplated this repulsive alternative, but the love I had for her pussy's smell and taste began to dominate my mind.
Resuming my position by her private parts, I massaged each one of her pussy lips with my tongue in anticipation. The thrill of dominating her enthusiasm alone inspired me to explore her entire pussy. After a little while, I reached her entrance and gathered her juices with my tongue. The aroma of sex wafted upward, leaving my senses pumping for more. I remembered to retrieve each pearl of semen that my partner deposited.
Trembling from sheer gratification, she swirled her hips against my mouth, causing her saturated pussy to rub against my mouth and chin. As she lulled in ecstasy, she grunted, "Fuck! I'm cumming again! Suck my clitoris and consume my pussy, Michael! I wish to collapse into your mouth!" Digging her pussy into my mouth, she came.
I responded by slurping as fast as possible, but I could not counter her pulse. Someday, my semen and our pussy juice cascaded everywhere; her hips sunk onto the bed as she regained composure.
"You'll need a towel to wipe your face afterward," she remarked.
I consented, and manoeuvred to an adjacent space. I retrieved a towel and returned, wiping my face and cleansing my neck, mouth and chin.
"That was breathtaking," I responded. "Sarah, may I help you with other responsibilities the next time Richard leaves town?" She stared at me, before ultimately reclining her head. "Will you bring me my undergarments, please?"
Upon receiving them, Sarah began to detach the moisture-covered strip. She gazed at me flustered and absently dusted the abundance of juices that clung to her crotch. With a gaze of emotional elation, she stated, "Here, you can hold onto these. Maybe at your next entity unattended encounter, I won't have any coverage whatsoever." I nodded, accepting her present. I glanced down to admire the pearly-white hue it adopted. "Be at your convenience, Sarah. Let me know if you require help again."
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