I was the guest, for a week at the home of old friends of my family the White’s, that I had known as a young teen. I was to be their only a few days and told them I would help them pack and move out of the house they had lived in for almost 25 years and into a retirement community. They had called a Man Power/Temporary work service to send over a man on Tuesday to help Mrs. White pack and move some boxes and extra bedroom furniture out to the garage for the movers to pick up over the weekend, and other to be put in storage. She was to take off work and meet the guy at noon and spend the afternoon getting all this done. I told her not to lose anytime from work just tell me what needed to be done and I would take care of everything for the move. She could not think me enough and besides I was repaying her for being a good friend to me over all these years and I felt like I was not a burden on them. I spent the morning packing the boxes the he was going to help her with and by 10 I had 90% of the list she left me completed, all he would have to do was move the furniture when he got here. She called me about 11:00 and told me he would be at the house by noon and that his name was Roland and he was a college student working part time.
I had on a pair of old cut off jeans that were cut high on the side like a French cut and were a size to small that made my ass stick out. I had on a tube top and barefoot. The doorbell rang and when I answered the door a young guy about 6’ 5” built like a NFL Linebacker was standing at the door. “Hi I’m here to help your husband move some things!” Right away his eyes went from my face to my tits and the look in his eyes told me he liked what he saw. Marca snapped back to reality, stood aside and ushered him into the house. "Yes, of course," she said. "Ugh Oh Ugh my husband! Yes oh yes, oh my husband, he told me you would be coming. I had just forgot."
"Well, my husband is not here and I hope you can do it yourself!”
I think I can do the job you need done as he looked down at me and smiled, his eyes blinking as he glimpsed the generous swell of Marca's tits inside her top. I knew my nipples had to be showing though the material and they were beginning to bud and firm up. "Oh I think your right," Marca told him, making a real effort to shake away the lewd thoughts racing through her head. "This way, please." She led him down the narrow hallway. As she walked, she couldn't resist adding a provocative sway to her steps. She sensed the stud's eyes were glued to her ass, and that pleased her. She glanced over her shoulder, instantly gratified to see that she had been right. He was, indeed, looking at her round ass globes, which were on display for him under her tight shorts. "What's your name?" she asked casually. He cleared his throat as he tore his gaze from her buns. "Roland, ma'am," he stuttered. "Well, Roland, call me Marca," she said. "I don't think there is enough difference in our ages for you to keep calling me Mrs. White, or ma'am. "All... all right, Marca," he replied.
You can begin upstairs, in the bedroom," she said and gave the young man a real performance as she led him up the stairs. Marca did that catwalk swing wiggled her butt, telling herself it was only harmless fun to turn on the young man. Just a flirty game, she told herself, even as she realized she wouldn't mind seeing how much bigger that bulge in the front of his jeans could get. With a big smile on her face it hit her he thinks I’m Mrs. White and with that she led him to the master bedroom telling him what was to be done and stood aside as he quickly began moving the furniture out of the room. She studied the ripple of his hard body, eyeing his strong muscles as he bent and maneuvered the sturdy pieces of furniture. I went back down stairs and did a few more things and it was not long before he had moved the stuff out to the bedroom and was getting the last of the boxes. He had taken his T-shirt off and soon his back, shoulders and arms were shiny with a sheen of perspiration and Marca felt an arousing stirring in her pussy. Her nipples stiffened against the thin tube top material and she knew the twin, dark darts were visible to the distracted hunk. "You know," she purred, "you really are big and strong." She hesitated, then went on. "I didn’t think you really could move the dresser and bed all by yourself?" She reached up to feel his big arm and he flexed the muscle and smiled down at her. "Well, I’m a big guy," he stammered, standing awkwardly in front of her, his hands trying feebly to mask the obvious hard-on that was now straining against his fly. "I bet you are, I bet you’re big all over and you look like you got big stuff.”
As I looked down at his crouch and smiled and my eyes widen. “ I guess I'd better go get back to it!" She enjoyed the bewildered, almost dazed expression that covered Roland's face. His eyes darted down quickly to her tits. Marca tingled with growing excitement. Instantly, she loved the power she had over the guy. He was mesmerized by her presence, his gaze riveted to the exposed portion of her large 40DD tits. He was practically drooling. Boldly, she glanced down at his fly. His cock inside his tight jeans was throbbing like a trapped snake, desperate for escape, and she could tell by the cock's outline that it was huge! Turning him on so much, so fast, made my pussy get wet and throb. Her body and her general sex appeal having this kind of effect on the horny young stud seemed to glorify her womanhood. She felt complimented as well as aroused. She continued the lusty game of tormenting Roland, coyly revealing more of her luscious tits to his hungry gaze by arching my back forward as if to offer my breast to him. I ran my hand up to my neck and lowered it down on to my breast and stopping at my left nipple to feel it from the outside of the material.
This was not new to her, and she loved it! For once she was in complete control. She was the aggressor and the eager male was hers to seduce. Marca smiled sexily with the tube top barely covering her big, full, rounded tits. “I’m getting warm!"
"You look hot to me!” I moved up next to him and daringly put my hand on his arm and the other on his chest. "I can see you like seeing me hot, don’t you?” She whispered as she moved her body close to his and lowered her hand down and let it come to rest on his cock. "A stud like you is a real woman's dream." He opened his mouth to speak, but could not find the words. Wild tremors shook through him as Marca slowly began moving her hands over his body and telling him what big muscles he had and ran one hand over his lower stomachs. His whole body shuddered when her fingers grazed his crouch.
"Mmmm, you've certainly got a live one," she cooed, giving him a wink as she continued to rub his throbbing prick. Roland trembled and stood helpless, letting her feel him from the outside of his jeans. He swooned and swayed on his feet when her warm hand curled around the hard shaft, and her gentle fingers squeezed the shaft. “Marca your husband might come home!"
