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Bob enjoyed his job. He enjoyed working with his hands and knew he was good at what he did. He’d turned down many offers to go and work for large local and national firms, but in his simple world, he had decided that the perks of the job outweighed the potential to generate a bit more income. Today was a good example of one of these perks - he had spent the morning fixing the leaking roof on the 19th century worker’s cottage, which was one of the 11 cottages he was retained to maintain by their owners. The sun had been hot on his back, so he had removed his shirt whilst he worked on the roof, admiring the view across the lake with the rugged hills of Northern Ireland in the distance. His body, even at 41, was fit; Bob had always looked after himself. He was 6’5, well built, with a nice tan built up over years of working outside. His blue-grey eyes had seen a lot in their time and had melted many a woman’s heart. His boyish smile, square chin and short blonde-brown hair had led to numerous flings with the local women, but none had yet managed to tame him. Another of the key perks was the “eye candy” that occasionally took over the holiday cottages for a week or two of rest and relaxation. Most had their hubbies in tow, but not the beauty that had called him out this morning to fix the roof after last night’s heavy and prolonged thunderstorm. She had said her name was Amy, and Bob had twice, during the initial conversation, had to concentrate on not letting his jaw drop and start drooling like an imbecile. Amy was quite simply stunning. He estimated her to be about 5’4”, slim with long brown hair down below her shoulders. She had the most amazing brown eyes, a ready smile and a sense of humour that shone through even in the initial discussion about the roof! The joke about the sheep, having 10,000 volts going through its bum and turning its wool to nylon had actually raised a genuine easy laugh from Bob. At about 40, she still had nice boobs, probably about a “B” cup – size 34 if Bob was any judge, from his clandestine appraisal during their initial chat. Her tight bum looked like it could crack walnuts it was so firm. She had dressed in a casual white t-shirt, with her nipples giving evidence to the lack of a bra, as well as some skimpy cut-off denim shorts, which showed off her tanned, shapely legs. Amy had been kind enough to ply him with a couple of cans of cold Stella during the hot morning work, and Bob was convinced she had cast a couple of lingering glances over his sweating torso as the beer was delivered. She had then spent the morning topping up her tan in the garden, wearing the skimpiest of bikinis. Carefully descending the ladder, Bob went in to the cottage looking for Amy to confirm that the roof was fixed and that he would be on his way. He heard the sound of running water from the large power shower he had fitted into the cottage at the owner’s request over the previous winter, and also thought he could hear gasps and low moans over the thrum of the water on the tiles. Knocking on the bathroom door, he called out “Amy – sorry to trouble you, but the roof is fixed and I’ll be on my way.” “Oh – just a minute,” Amy replied. Bob heard the shower turned off, and a few seconds later Amy was before him, large towel around her chest, her long brown hair dripping as she tried to contain and start to dry it in a smaller hand towel. “Ummmm, Bob, would you mind looking at the bench seat at the bottom of the garden? There are a couple of loose screws on it, and I snagged a dress on one last night as I watched the lightning.” “Sure thing, shouldn’t take me more than a few minutes to sort it out.” “Don’t rush – I want the job done right,” said Amy with a smile. Bob went to his van, gathered a few new screws and his large burgundy screwdriver, and walked across the well-manicured lawn down towards the bench. The garden was secluded with tall trees forming the boundary. Sure enough, he could see a small patch of material hooked onto one of the 3 screws that were sticking up from the bench seat. Getting to work, he started the straightforward repair, which took slightly longer than anticipated as one of the screws was rusted through and needed a bit of tender attention from his claw hammer. Just as he was gathering his tools, he turned back to the house, and saw Amy walking towards him – well I say walking – probably striding is a better description. Bob’s jaw really did hit the floor this time, and he had no willpower left to control it. You see, Amy was walking towards him, wearing a black leather basque, which just about contained her breasts. She had a pair of black panties on, which seemed to have a slit in the bottom (he noticed this as his eyes were drawn there as she walked towards him). She had black stilettos and black suspenders hooked onto the bottom of the basque. In her hands she carried a bowl of strawberries and a condensation-dripping bottle of white chardonnay, with a couple of flute glasses. “What, but, who, but…” butted Bob. Amy reached out a finger and placed it to his lips, set down the bowl of strawberries on the grass, and unscrewed the top of the chilled Chardonnay, pouring out two generous glasses. “You’ve done a good job so far, Bob, but there is something else that needs attention now.” Amy passed Bob a glass of wine, her eyes dancing with mischief as she saw the effect her outfit was having on him. He smiled nervously, and started lifting the glass to his lips with a soft “Cheers Babe.” Amy placed her hand on his arm, stopping him from raising the glass all the way to his lips. ''Here,'' she said, dipping a strawberry into the wine before holding it up to his lips. ''Try this.'' His lips closed around the fruit, and his teeth bit into the soft flesh. Amy stepped closer so their bodies brushed up against each other. Bob decided to relax and enjoy the sensation and started to roam his hands over the gorgeous woman’s body, playing with her hair, his fingers slowly trailing down the material of the basque, down past her panties (my god they WERE crotchless!), his hands stroking the nylon-clad legs. Amy moaned as his hands teased her body. Bob could only watch in awe as she took a strawberry and traced it down the slit in her panties, before offering the fruit to him. Without hesitation he popped it in his mouth, enjoying the unusual mix of flavours. This time as Tom bit into the flesh, Amy's hand travelled down the length of his body, her fingers teasing, causing him to flinch at the unexpected attentions from the beauty before him. When her hands reached his crotch, he became aware of the ache in his balls - of the hardness of his cock, straining to break free of his jeans. “Lie back on the grass, Bob,” Amy instructed. Bob complied and watched, transfixed, as she sat on his sweaty chest, her legs stretching to go across him and opening the hole in her panties wide apart, revealing a waxed pussy. Her clit hood had a small silver bar through it, which Bob couldn’t wait to get his tongue around. Amy slowly eased her way along his chest, her panty-clad pussy edging towards his waiting mouth. Smiling down at him, she trailed a wet finger inside her slit, teasing her labia lips apart. Holding them, she lowered herself onto Bob’s tongue. Her body shivered at the first touch, with Amy gasping as Bob started to lick and tease her clit and the hood piercing. Slowly licking up and down her wet slit, he marvelled at the view presented to him: the waxed pussy, nylon clad legs, and sexy basque partially covering the sensual woman’s sexy body. With a strong thrust of his tongue he penetrated her pussy, with Amy responding by grinding her hips down further on his face, coating his lips and surrounding area with her fuck juices. As she rode his face she took a large swig of her own wine, relaxing and enjoying the tongue working on her. Bob reached up, popping her boobs out of the confines of the basque, his hands squeezing her breasts, his thumbs flicking across her nipples, before he took each one in his hands in turn, and pinched them, pulling them out, stretching them and twisting them. He watched as Amy gasped at each “attack” on her body, and he punctuated the aggression with harder thrusts of his tongue. Straining his neck, he placed his lips around Amy’s clit, kissing it, before sucking the bar into his mouth. He was intrigued by the sensation of having the piercing ornament in his mouth, and experimented by flicking it harder with his tongue, before taking it in his lips and gently tugging on it. As he did so he slid a finger into her pussy, quickly followed by a second, as he started to finger fuck her whilst abusing her clit. Amy’s moans increased with each flick and finger penetration, until at last she gasped, thrusting herself down once more to grind her sex on Bob’s face as her orgasm ripped through her body. She stood up on shaky legs, and without any further words, bent over, her boobs dangling erect nipples caressed by the breeze. She unclasped Bob’s belt, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans before yanking them down, with his boxers, all in one motion (Bob having assisted by raising his bum off the ground), smiling as his cock leapt free. She was so desperate to get at his meat, she left the jeans and boxers level with his thighs. She watched as Bob took the thick, long cock in his hand and slowly wanked the uncut dick. Kneeling by him, she took a strawberry into her mouth, with a large sip of wine, and placed her mouth against his, dribbling the wine into his mouth, before pushing the strawberry through as well. Next she started to lick her juices off his face and lips, enjoying the heady aroma, feeling Bob’s spare hand on her bum cheeks. “Get on my dick, Amy, I want you to ride me hard now,” Bob ordered. Smiling at him, she squatted above him and, holding his cock, lowered herself onto his hard throbbing member. He penetrated her easily, as she was so wet from his earlier attention, but he still managed to get another gasp out of her as his unexpected thrust met her as she lowered herself. Bob felt her lovely, wet, tight pussy encase his cock, her tightness pulling his foreskin back as he went deeper and deeper into her, filling and stretching her. He put his hands behind her back, pulling her forwards so that he could greedily suck on her nipples and breasts as his cock started to build a slow steady rhythm inside her. His hands then moved down to her hips and he started to control her movements on him, maximising his enjoyment and controlling the urge to just fuck her harder with total abandonment. Pulling and pushing her hips, he was able to virtually pull his cock out of her, before thrusting it balls deep, then repeating the process, teasing her all the while. “Fucking hell, Bob – just take me – take me hard and do me now,” she instructed him. “I want you to flood me with your cum, I wanna feel you squirt and splatter my cunt walls – do me, do me now!” Her unexpected shag tirade stopped any further thoughts about teasing her, and he started to fuck her in earnest. His cock pounded a hard, fast rhythm in her, her muscles squeezing him at just the right time. Smiling, Bob thought once more about how good the perks in his job were, and with a desperate lunge released his seed deep inside the holidaymaker. Stream after stream of warm man goo flooded her. |
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