What seemed like a regular visit to fix a regular problem turned out to be quite extraordinary. A customer called in to complain about a coffee machine that she purchased from us less than a year ago. The machine was reportedly clogged, the water couldn’t come through and essentially couldn’t make coffee. So I was sent to deal with the issue and help this lady out.
I ring the bell and was greeted by a slim middle aged woman with a soothing voice. Elizabeth was wearing a comfortable floral spaghetti top, over a black sports bra. Her cheeks were rosy, and the skin all around her collarbone was glistening. Looks like she just had a workout. “Hello, come in please. Thanks for coming down. Really appreciate it. My husband hasn’t had his morning coffee for a few days now”. She gently tapped on my arm as she ushered me into her squeaky clean apartment.
“Where’s the machine?”, I asked. “It’s behind the counter over there”, she said and closed the door behind her.
I give the machine a few runs, and said jokingly, “You haven’t run the cleaning program at all have you?”. I initiated the self-clean program and popped in some cleaning tablets. “I’m gonna let it run for about 15-20 minutes, and we should be good”.
“Great! Please have a seat. Well, we don’t have coffee now. Would you like some iced tea?”. Before I could say anything, her voice faded into the kitchen, and she came back with a clinking glass of tea. I noticed that she was in yoga pants, and had a very distracting booty.
“It’s so warm isn’t it?”, she fanned herself while I took a sip of that delicious iced tea. I looked at her and legit gulped when I saw a beads of sweat streaming down her neck into the gentle valley that vanished underneath her sports bra.
The coffee machine made rumbling noises and the sound of pressurized steam filled the room as it started the cleaning process.
“Looks like this is going to take a while. I smell like hell. If you don’t mind, I’m going to take a quick bath and freshen up” She stood up and walked down the hallway to the rooms.
“My husband’s still at work”, Elizabeth announced. “and he won’t be back for another hour”. I looked up and caught a smirk from her half-glance. “Is that an invitation!?”, I thought to myself in disbelief, getting mildly erect.
I hear the timbre of her footsteps change as she moved from room to room. It got silent for a moment, and suddenly the hiss of running water echoed through the hallway, almost like the sounds of a stream beckoning to one lost in the woods.
I guzzled down the icy drink, and tiptoed toward the sound of running water.
The bathroom door was ajar. Elizabeth’s back was in full view. I watch as she undresses in front of the mirror and reveals her tight yoga body. She was in great shape, with lean toned arms and back, tiny waist and a very meaty ass. She wiggled her way out of the yoga pants, and revealed a pair of seamless nude panties. As she was about to take them off, she saw me in the mirror and stopped.
“Enjoying the view?”, she said and walked out, presenting her pointy breasts to me. She grinned and pointed at my raging boner. “My man hasn’t touched me in months.” She swiftly unzipped my work pants, slid her hands in and grabbed my cock firmly. “Touch me”, she whispered, grabbing my arm and putting my hand right between her breasts.
The lavender smell of her hair and the musky smell of her sweat made a dizzying concoction. She moved fast and stripped me in seconds. She turned around and shoved my cock shoved onto her bulging butt, gliding over the smooth silk panties that she still kept on. My hands got busy on her breasts, while she kept an iron grip on my cock like a leash on a tamed beast.
I brushed her hair aside and buried my lips on her neck, nibbling and sucking gently. My fingers drew circles and pinched her nipples firmly. “Touch me harder”, she pleaded. My hands roamed freely and grabbed harder as it went on. Eventually my hands rested on her sweaty neck, and instinctively I squeezed on the sides. “Yes…”, she muttered between her hastened breaths. Choking her seemed to make her stroke me faster. My left hand alternated wildly between her breasts and my right wrapped tightly around her tender neck. I was thrusting and semi-fucking her from behind.
“Cum on my panties”, she demanded. She lifted her panties and slid my cock under the cold silk. She was now stroking me with her panties wrapped over my cock. The mix of hot and cold, silk and skin, was extremely pleasurable. I tightened my grip on her fragile neck. Her breaths got heavier. Her strokes grew more intense. I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
I grunted and came all over inside her panties and on her butt. “Mmm, so warm! It’s flowing down my crack too”, she said as she emptied me out. I leaned against the wall behind me in exhaustion and contemplated the moment.
Elizabeth showed me her soaked panties filled with my cum and licked some of it like a hungry slut. She had a huge grin on her face and stepped into her bathroom again. “Join me?”, she extended her invitation which I gladly accepted. We hugged and made out in the shower a bit more. Meanwhile, the cleaning program on the coffee machine ended with a series of beeps. We got dressed and went back to the living room to check on the machine. Elizabeth looked at me devilishly and asked, “How do you like your coffee?”.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cvr124/mf_coffee_tea_or_me
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