The torqued metal snapped with a metallic twang, followed by a slew of curses. I rummaged through the toolbox for another screwdriver and came up empty, “you gotta be fucking kidding me.” What started as a simple kitchen renovation had grown into a two week-long nightmare. Maybe Tom’s back, I’ll see if he’s got anything I can use. I walked over to the neighbors and knocked. I was brushing the plaster dust off my jeans when Michelle answered the door. Jackpot. Michelle was Tom’s wife, a sweet little brunette woman who checked every box for me in terms of attractiveness. I saw her in a two piece the year prior at a pool party for another neighbor and have been fantasizing about her ever since. “Hey sorry to bother you, I was wondering if Tom was around. I snapped my last flat head and need another.”
“Tom’s over in Camden for a job this weekend. He won’t be back till Monday but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind you borrowing his tool bag,” She said with a smile. She was bare foot in a white blouse with daisy duke shorts. It was a form fitting outfit, and it left little to the imagination. My mind shot back to her summer two-piece which barely contained her bust. I had to restrain myself from staring as she invited me in. Walking through the door I caught a whiff of her perfume, something light and sweet. The day was starting to take a turn for the better. I watched her ass as she led me to the garage. Her short bottoms were tight and just high enough to reveal a little cheek. The sway of her hips was mesmerizing, and I almost walked into a hallway table as we rounded the corner. Michelle struck up small talk. She gave off a good energy, confident and kind. A happy vibe that made her all the more attractive.
A moment later we were in their spacious garage. Man, this house is a lot bigger on the inside. Michelle sat on a table, kicking her legs back and forth while I basically ransacked Tom’s tool shelf. The small talk grew into an actual conversation. Renovation plans, what summer was going to be after Covid, travel ideas. She seemed to be opening up to my company and I was all for it. After a bit, I threw caution to the wind and began working little flirty compliments into the talk. She was a master at dodging them, but her occasional smirk kept me at it. Then the conversation turned to block parties. “Yeah, I really miss them. I haven’t had a chance to go swimming in Walt’s pool since the lock downs started,” she said examining the contents of a box next to her.
“Yeah well we all miss seeing you in that bikini,” I said under my breath. Or so I thought. Michelle shot me a look with a head tilt. “I think this’ll do,” I quickly deflected, pulling a heavy duffel bag off the shelf. “Cool, that was easy. Shoot I didn’t even offer you a drink, do you want a coffee?” she asked flashing another smile. I was happy at the excuse to hang around. “Sure” I responded, maybe a bit too eagerly. We made our way into the kitchen. She started working the coffee machine while I plopped the duffel on the counter. I watched her moving around from cupboard to drawer. She stretched out on her tip toes to reach the sugar. With this I got a full view of her. Her toned legs, round ass, slim waistline, and her bust that hinted at an amazing pair of breasts. She brushed her hair over her shoulder revealing her beautiful neck. I was starting to feel a bit tense, but I had been flirty through out the entire conversation and she hadn’t kicked me out yet. Was she into this? Maybe see how much further I could go. Why not? I want to.
“I can tell you’ve been taking advantage of the lock in. Your legs are looking great.” I started, knowing exactly where I wanted to lead it. “I don’t think Tom would appreciate you saying that.” She said in a stern warning without turning around “Yeah, he probably wouldn’t, probably wouldn’t want me complementing you on those shorts either.” I slowly crossed the kitchen and stopped behind her. “Probably wouldn’t like any of the things I’m thinking of.” I placed my hand on the small of her back.
Michelle swung around. She was wide eyed and had a dead serious look on her face. I almost backed up but there was a hint of her blushing, so I stood my ground. “Easy there. I did not invite you to touch me.” She said sharply. “But you haven’t told me to stop either,” I said with my hand still resting on her hip. I could feel the warmth radiating off her. She looked mad, but something in the back of my mind said keep going. Her breathing was a little excited and I could feel I was staring to get hard. Shit is this actually happening!?!
I let my hand wander up her side, then her phone went off. She stopped my hand to take the call. “Saved by the bell,” I muttered. She shot me another serious look, “Hey baby, how’s work?” She answered. It was Tom. My heart was racing and the thought sent a chill down my spine. Michelle tried to sidestep me to put some distance between us, but I blocked her. At this point she was leaning back against the counter, and I felt like I was tower over her.
I put my hand back on her side, as she continued to chat up Tom. Her voice was nonchalant till I started to move up. Then there was a quiver. She glared at me and mouthed, “STOP.” but she didn’t push me away. The thrill was starting to get to me. If I couldn’t go up, then maybe she wanted me to go down. My hand slide over her hips and straight to her ass where I gave her butt a firm squeeze. She had been working out. She closed her eyes and breathed a heavy sigh. Then her eyes shot open with panic, “No, no I’m fine. I’m… ah, moving things in the garage.”
“LIAR” I mouthed at her as I continued to massage her ass. I was now rock hard now, so I began to gently press against her. She had closed her eyes again and was trying to control her breathing. I could see her heart pounding under the blouse, could almost hear it. I was growing bolder with each thrust. With my other hand I brushed aside her hair and began kissing her neck. As my lips met her naked skin she let out a little moan.
We both froze until she broke the silence, “Yeah I know its crazy right.” He hadn’t noticed. I went back to sucking on her neck. She fanned her fingers through my hair, grabbed it in a knot, and pulled my head back. “No Marks” she hissed while covering the receiver then immediately jumped back into a conversation with Tom. None of the guys were going to believes this. Then an idea popped into head. A simple idea. Take pictures.
I was sure she wouldn’t let me, but I pulled out my phone and switched on the camera anyway. “What the fuck are you doing?!” Michelle whispered, she looked shocked and almost put down her phone. “I’m saving this for later, maybe I’ll bring it to show and tell,” I whispered.
Before she could respond, I grabbed her by the hair and kissed her. She leaned into me and I could hear Tom blathering away on the other end of the line. As I pulled away she began rubbing my cock through my jeans. I undid the top button of her shorts and slide my had in. My fingers slid over her silky panties and I began massaging her pussy. She restrained another moan as I pulled her shorts open just enough to get a shot of her underwear. I kissed her again. This time I gave our tongues a chance to swim against each other.
Michelle was trying to subdue her panting while also convincingly respond to her husband’s questions. I started to undo the buttons of her blouse. She rested her free hand on mine as a sign of protest, but I kept going. “We can’t do this!” She whispered. “So, stop me,” I said, undoing the last button. I threw open her blouse revealing her lacy bra. I began kissing her chest, pausing to take more pictures. “Mhm,” was all she could manage to answer what ever Tom was asking. I didn’t bother messing with the bra latch, instead I jerked her cups downward. Her breasts bounced free, revealing her rosy nipples.
My cock throbbed as she gave it a hard squeeze, so I set in, playing with them till they had perked up. Another picture. The strain of my pants was too much. I frantically undid my belt and dropped my jeans and boxers to my ankles. She grabbed my shaft and started working it in her hand. After a bit of playing with her and a few more pictures I decided I needed more. Without warning I lifted her up onto the counter. Her ass slapped down on the cold granite surface and she let out a loud yelp. “I’m fine, I just dropped a big box,” She said giving my cock another punishing squeeze.
I shuffled off her shorts down to her ankles then slide her panties to the side. She couldn’t reach my cock anymore and had settled for a firm grip on the back of my head. I put my face between her thighs and enjoyed her warmth. Then I began kissing and licking her pussy while circling her lips with my finger. I tuned my motions to how hard she was pressing my face into her thighs. Hard squeeze… increase intensity, light squeeze… go back to the other spot.
Some how the conversation had been pushed onto Michelle. She was trying to speak in coherent sentences but there was a lot of pausing. Every time she felt a surge of pleasure, she would bite down on her hand to muffle it. We both were close to orgasm and she kept trying to push the conversation back on to Tom, but he just wouldn’t hang up.
I slid her to the edge of the counter and put my cock between her warm thighs. She wiggled a little to get comfortable then realized what I was about to do. She looked up at me wide eyed with her mouth agape. “Don’t you fucking dare” She mouthed with a look of panic. The thought of fucking her while she was talking to her husband made the choice for me. I teased her lips open with the head. She was so wet I almost slid in right there. She shook her head, still wide eyed in disbelief. I smirked as I pushed the head in a little deeper. She closed her eyes as she bit her lip and pulled me in close.
With that I slid into her slowly, all the way to the hilt. Her pussy was hot from all the foreplay and she had to pull the phone away from her mouth to stifle a moan into my chest. Then she laid back grabbing her breast. I began slow deep thrusts, knowing there was no way I’d last much longer. She was panting now and her eyes were begging me to finish. “Yeah, no… that’s crazy… Well they’ll have to work something out…” Her conversation was clearly getting worse and each time she talked it was with fast breaths. I was getting close and she could tell.
“Not in me! Please! Not in me” she begged. I grabbed her around the throat as I pulled out and shot a hot stream of cum almost up to her chin. It didn’t stop. I came all over her breasts and stomach, even narrowly missing her panties. Each thick rope splashed against her skin and clothes. We both were frozen stiff, riding the intense pleasure as it petered out. Cold reality flooded back in.
She traced a finger through the cum on her stomach and looked up at me. “Yeah baby I love you too. I’ll see you when you get home… Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of things to do here.”
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Great story!
Beautifully written and thoughtful dialogue- timing just right!