True to her word, Becky supplied a delicious lunch. I was pretty hungry for some actual food after all of our exertions painting the ceiling in Hank and Becky's living room; exertions that had included lots of Becky's signature "looking-not-looking, touching-not-touching, cumming-definitely-cumming" brand of what I've come to think of as implausibly deniable sex.
It didn't hurt my appetite one bit that Becky ate sitting on the kitchen's utility counter with her legs splayed. She spread them wider when I sat down at the table and I could clearly see her flushed, gooey inner labia dangling, all engorged and meaty between her smooth, thick outer cuntlips. Above them I could see a generous part of her mound of soft pubes. It was quite an appetizing view.
I took a long pull of the beer she'd set on the table for me and then a big bite of the roast beef sandwich. Both were thoroughly satisfying. As I chewed contentedly, I sat back and propped one leg up on the empty chair next to me, then fumbled at my package and adjusted so that my now mostly soft cock and nicely sore balls hung comfortably out of the fly of my boxer briefs. Becky knew she was putting on a show. I figured I'd return the favor.
Becky's eyes and nostrils flared slightly at the sight of my exposed gear, and she licked her lips but said nothing. We finished our lunch with mostly innocent small talk. I'd expected her to say something provocative, but it seemed she was content to show herself off to me and to stare at my gear in return.
Towards the end of our lunch break, she 'accidentally' dribbled some horseradish sauce on herself. She reached for the roll of paper towels on the counter but pulled off the last half-sheet to expose the bare cardboard tube. "Would you be a dear and get me a new roll," she asked as she dabbed at the dribble on the front of her smock.
"Sure. Where do you keep them?"
"Should be this cabinet, right here," she said, pointing between her legs.
I wasted no time at all getting down between her hot thighs, but I certainly took my time opening the cabinet. Her steamy pussy smelled so very fucking good. I very much wanted to just dive in and eat her up. Waves of moist heat washed over my face as I stared at the gorgeous dish just inches from my mouth and pretended to fumble in the cabinet.
"I'm not finding them," I told her as I breathed in her glorious scent.
"Keep looking. I'm sure they're in there," she said, inching her butt forward just a bit on the counter until I could feel the soft down of her lush pubes tickling my forehead. "They may be in the back. You'll have to reach in deep,"
I'd already spotted them. To reach them I'd have to lean forward so far that I'd be putting my face right up in her hot sex. "All the way in the back?"
"Yep. Just reach right in there," she encouraged.
"Okay. Here goes," I said and slid my hand back under the counter. I leaned forward and my nose grazed, then parted her thick pussy lips. I could feel her juices starting to run down my cheeks as I reached for the package in the back of the cabinet.
I spent long moments pretending to search. As I did, I stroked Becky's inner lips with my nose and then my tongue. How far would she let this bold charade go, I wondered. I tilted my face up to see her looking down at me over the rim of her smock. My chin rubbed against her pussy. "Are you sure they're in here," I asked into her hot muff.
"Keep looking," she said. I turned back to clamp my mouth on her lips again and reached back into the cabinet. I probed her slit with my tongue until I found her thick, engorged clit. I wrapped my mouth around it and started sucking and licking at it. "Yes! Keep looking," she said with a husky grunt. "Just like that." She spread her legs wider, and I munched eagerly on her deliciously wet, shamelessly exposed pussy.
Then I remembered how much Becky appreciated a good tease. "Ah! Found them," I mumbled into her muff as I grabbed a fresh roll and stood up. I was hard again after my delightful oral exertions between her hot, sweaty thighs and my cock caught the hem of my scrub top. It stood out waving at her pussy as I handed her the new roll.
"Thanks," Becky beamed. She made no effort to avoid staring at my waving cock as she replaced the spent roll with the new one. "There," she said, "Shall we finish up in the other room?" She slid off the counter and her pussy brushed delightfully against my erection, tugging my engorged cockhead down between her thighs. She wiggled her hips as she stood there, massaging me deliciously against her.
"Yeah, it'll be really good to finish," I teased. "It feels - I mean looks great so far; I can hardly wait to finish up."
"Oh, you're patient enough to do the job right, though," she teased back, staring into my eyes. "A job well done is its own reward and all that. Plus: there's your finishing bonus. I promised you one or two of my famous martinis and a backrub, remember?"
"That you did," I smiled and stepped back, making to return to our 'work'.
"Time for you to earn 'em, then." She winked wickedly and bounced around me, grabbing my hand. "Leave the plates - I'll get them later, let's get to it." With my free hand I tucked myself back into my briefs and felt where Becky's pussy had left a smear of her juices on my cockhead.
We went back out and took a look at the rest of the project. It looked like pretty quick work and no problem; just four walls to finish, and we'd already done most of the detail work.
"We've already done the hard parts and the trim. It'll be a snap," Becky said.
"Well, you're certainly the expert on hard parts and trim," I quipped, "How should we tackle the rest?" She smiled at me a moment, thinking. Her naughty grin expanded as she thrust the tip of her tongue out of the corner of her smile. Her eyes glistened with mischief.
"You want to start on the ladder, and I'll start on the bottom? We can switch off again, and work our way around the room from here, I think."
I set the ladder next to the door and Becky stirred up some fresh paint, pouring out two roller pans. We wouldn't need anything else to finish the job up. I mounted the ladder and managed to reach almost all of the top of that first wall while Becky reached what she could on either side of me.
I glanced down occasionally to see her cleavage and flashes of her thick, chewy, hard nipples showing through the loose neck of her smock. I watched her pert ass pushing against the scrub shirt in back as she knelt. I caught her glancing up at my briefs and chest where my own smock hung loose and open. She smiled a naughty, conspiratorial smile whenever I caught her looking. I think she was a little disappointed that I wasn't hanging out any more.
I finished with the top section that I was working on and moved the ladder to the next wall while she attacked the space in front of where the ladder had been. I mounted the ladder and began painting the top of the next wall.
"Hey. We were gonna switch," Becky pouted at me.
"I'm already up here - you can be on top next time. Paint me, would you?" I'd left the pan on the drop cloth, and I was almost out.
"Sure thing," she beamed. I handed her the roller and held my hand out behind me expectantly while I examined where to apply the next bit.
I felt a sticky slickness up the back of my thighs - just a dab, but clearly Becky had taken me literally on purpose. I looked back and saw a bright splash of Autumn Harvest Gold on the back of my leg.
"Oops," she offered. "Well, you said..."
"Funny girl. Can I have a rag then, please."
She put the roller down in the pan and got a clean rag, "here - my fault, I'll clean it up."
She slid one hand up the front of my shorts. Not the leg I was dressed in, but nevertheless her fingertips were so close to me and warm on my thigh, I found it very stimulating even after our earlier adventures. She dabbed at the paint on my leg, refolding the rag a couple times.
