So my downstairs neighbour in my block of flats is in he rate fifties. Her husband was a complete arse, gambling, abusive and all the nastiness you hear of to often. She left him and got herself a flat in my block.
She was kind and out going and ferociously full of life and over the years we became good friends. She was a self confessed diy-aphobe so would often call on me to change a light bulb or fix a broken door.
Eventually the time came, that she was moving out and wanted some help to spruce the place up to sell it.
As i mentioned she was in her fifties. about 5’5. Short black (greying) hair, active with a noticable swagger and a bust size just over a good handful.
She had come knocking on my door early evening.
As is customary when someone knocks on your door, i opened it.
“Hi Sandra”, i smiled,
” Hi Pete,” she seemed a little on edge as she stood in the hallway in a loose T shirt and flannel shorts.
“damn boiler pressure has gone again. do you mind awfully looking at it for me. Last time I promise”
“sure”i replied, “be down in a few”
I slipped on my shoes, grabbed a small home tool kit and made my way down stairs to Sandra’s place.
She was waiting with the door open into her flat. Inside it was dimly lit. The curtains have drawn in the evening light. Which being where we were was a washed out grey from the typical crap weather.
I knew where the kitchen was as i glided into her place and i could not help noticing the t shirt had changed to one some what shorter and tighter. It clung to her breasts and pinched around her nipples.
I made like i wasn’t looking at off i went to the kitchen. The boiler sat over to one side above the counter. The control panel was open and the pressure light flashed like a cheap disco light.
Sandra had emptied the cupboard under the sink so i could get to the water inlet tap for the boiler.
“I really should rememeber how to do this, ” she chirped “but its better to get my manly neighbour into do it for me”.she chuckled.
“ah i don’t mind at all you know that. I can refill it if you keep an eye on the gage for me”
She stood on tip toes and leaded over the counter, the flannel shorts riding up to grasp her arse and slip between her cheeks. i kept my mouth shut and turned the stop cock. the water hissed and i struggled to keep my eyes of her matured arse.
“that will do it” she said and dropped back onto her feet as i knelt in front of the cupboard. she stood in front of me, her tits just above my head.
“can you show me again” she purred.
“of course”. I gestured for her to lean into the cupboard and she got down on all fours and wiggled in under the sink. Her shorts pulled tight into her arse and pressed against her pussy from behind as she leant in.
“can you see the stop cock?” i asked.
“no”, she replied, “which one is it”
“on the right”
” can you show me”
I shrugged, some what nervously as there was not a lot of room. I pressed u behind her to try and lean in.
“sorry” i mumbled “Not alot of room ”
As i moved up behind her and to one side she suddenly shifted so her arse pressed into my crotch. My cock immediately got semi hard.
“ah, now i can feel the cock” she purred, “i think i have found the one i am looking for”
She pushed back hard against me and i stiffled a groan as she wiggled her arse on my cock, nestling it between her cheeks.
I must admit, i was not sure what to do but i thought it best not to pin her in the cupboard. I moved back.
“um.. found it ok then” i stuttered.
Sandra swiftly backed out from under the skin and spun round. In one swift movement she ahs whipped of her top. Her tits were a good size.
“yes i did” she bit her lip ” now let me say thank you.
She pushed me back and ran an expert hand down to my cock. She didn’t hesitate and pulled my cock out quickly, stroking its hard shaft deftly.
she lent down and wrapped her mouth over my head and slid my cock down her throat. I groaned loudly, very loudly.
I have had a fair few blowjobs over the years but nothing like this.she was practiced and well versed at sucking cock. Her tongue worked the underside of my head and ran up and down the shaft as she moved me in and out of my mouth. Her hand gripped the base stroking and slightly twisting it and she kept it wet and with enough pressure to build my orgasm quickly.
I grunted “uhggg.. im gonna…”
She pulled away and swiftly jerked me off over her tits…”that it”
I gasped and came great loads of spunk over her tits. Ropes of it splashed on to her boobs and ran down her nipples.
“fucking hell” i shuddered as i emptied my balls, the orgasm reaching up into my stomach.
She smiled up at me, her tits glistening with my cum.
“well i hope that beats a bottle of wine to say think you” she said, ” i will see what else I can find to break for next time”
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