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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"When I left the military several years ago, at the age of 42, I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do but there was no rush as I got a good pension and my wife had a good salary. We had a few properties, a couple of which we sold and bought a house in the area we wanted to live which needed a bit of renovation, both inside and out and the gardens needed a lot of landscaping. After getting a couple of quotations which were astronomical I decided to do the work myself and I did a pretty good job, so good in fact that a couple of neighbours and the post lady asked me to do some work for them.
I decided to put an ad in a village magazine marketing myself as a general house and garden handy man and the demand was huge. All those little jobs that people couldn't do themselves but not big enough to attract a fully fledged tradesman so a little by default I ended up doing it full time. Over the first 2 years I built up several regular clients and was lucky enough to have a little bit of fun with some of them.
Probably my favourite experience was when working for a couple, Jane and Andrew. He was a director with a national company and always away from home and, by his own admission, useless at DIY. Jane didn't work and had full responsibility for running their very big house and garden. She was in her early fifties, and very attractive, 5 ft 2, blonde, pretty, a little over perfect weight but still a nice figure. She was always really chatty and often used to make me lunch or a snack when I worked there.
During one winter she had asked me to paint her kitchen and utility room. One particular day she had hung some laundry in the utility room to dry, amongst which was a matching set of leopard skin print bra and knickers. As she was moving it I commented that they were a bit racy. She responded with “perhaps you should tell my husband that, they didn't even get a twitch out of him on Saturday night. I’m beginning to thin he doesn’t fancy me any more.”
I said, “I’m sure thats not the case, you are a very sexy lady” She laughed and went a bit red but thanked me for the compliment. During the day went to the loo and I saw them sitting on top of a wash basket in the hallway. I couldn't resist a sneaky peek and looked at the label of the bra, 34C.
The following morning when I turned up for work she was in her dressing gown, which wasn't unusual. She asked me if I could do her a favour before I started painting. I told her I would help if I could. She told me they had tried to change a bulb in the chandelier in their bedroom but her husband had been unable to get the broken one out.
I told her I would happily take a look and followed her up the stairs staring at her bottom as it swayed in front of me. We got into the bedroom and there were a set of step ladders beneath the chandelier. I climbed up and she told me she would hold the ladders as they weren’t very stable. As she spoke I looked down and had a lovely view of her very ample cleavage.It was milky white and looked very inviting. I looked at the bulb and told her whoever had put it in had cross threaded it and the generated heat had fused it over the time it had been in but I would be able to get it out I just needed some pliers from my car.
When I returned Jane was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed and her robe had slipped down to one side so she was exposing a rather shapely thigh she sat there until I was climbing up the ladder and stood to hold it. As I looked down at her it seemed her robe was slightly looser as I could see a bit more of her cleavage, I suspected she saw me staring at it as she pulled on her robe a little so I quickly removed the bulb and she asked me to pass it to her, which I did along with the pliers.
She said “wait there but be careful, I’ll pass you the new one”. She turned around and rummaged in a box on the floor and looked like she adjusted her robe before standing up and returning. When she got to the bottom of the ladders I could see she certainly had adjusted her robe. I could see right down it enough to see she had the leopard print bra that I had seen hanging up the day before. Hoping that she had done it deliberately I had a good long look and she said “See something you like?” with a smile.
I said “Erm well yes actually I do” and smiled back.
“Good” she said, “well hurry up and get that bulb in and you can have a proper look!”
I put the bulb in, scooted down the ladder and flicked on the light switch, “bingo” I said, “All working” as we both looked up as the chandelier with all its bulbs lit. I folded the step ladder and put it on the landing.
When I turned around Jane had thrown her robe onto the floor and was standing there in her bra and knickers. “Well come and get your reward” she said.
I walked across to her and as I got there she put her hand on my groin and feeling my semi hard cock she said “well you certainly appreciate me more than my husband did at the weekend”
I told her I actually fancied the hell out of her and kissed her on the lips softly. She put a hand on the back of my head and pushed her tongue into my mouth and we kissed passionately. She pulled my shorts down and started tugging my cock and I rubbed her pussy through her knickers. she was already dripping wet.
She sat back on the bed and took my cock in her mouth while I squeezed her breasts. She looked up at me and told me she wanted me to fuck her, while she was wearing the sexy undies. I stepped back and stripped off. Pulled her up off the bed and turned her around then told her to get on the bed on all fours. I knelt behind her and I could see our reflection in her dressing table mirror.
I pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side and rubbed my cock up against her pussy then gently eased my helmet into her. I looked at her in the mirror, she closed her eyes and gently bit her lip and I slowly slid into her until my hips met her buttocks and I heard her gasp. I gripped her hips and began thrusting slow and deep. She groaned every time my hips hit her buttocks and she asked me to go harder and faster.
I reached forward, grasped her shoulders and pulled her body up slightly and started to thrust into her as hard as I could. She began to groan loudly as I slammed into her but she shouted “faster” at me. I increased my pace and she stuck her hand down the front of her knickers and began to rub herself. Her groan increased in volume and length.
I started to thrust as fast as I could. As I slammed into her buttocks her breasts bounced so much I thought they might pop out of her bra. Her gasps got louder and quicker and looking in the mirror I saw her eyes close. Her pussy tightened, her face grimaced and went bright red and she shrieked as she came and shuddered open mouthed. I was so close to my own orgasm a few more thrusts had my cum pumping into her.
We stayed locked together for a few seconds both trembling before we fell to the bed. We lay for a minute until our breathing settled. Jane rolled onto her back, pulled me to her and kissed me. “Fucking hell” she said. “I haven't had an orgasm while fucking for years” She told me she needed the loo and skipped off into the ensuite picking up her robe on the way.
Jane came out wearing her robe. I was sitting on the edge of the bed putting my T shirt on. She asked me what I was doing and I told her I’d better get back to her painting. She walked over to me and undid her robe, she had removed her bra and knickers and I was faced with her milky white breasts, round and plump, topped with big pink nipples truly magnificent.
“Screw the painting” she said “I want you do fuck me all day” as she slipped off her robe and pushed me back onto the bed. What a day it was and not the last……"
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Brilliant 
