A FANTASY: TAKING IT OUT IN TRADE
I stood up from the freshly patched fiber glass panel, I was on panel number six of twenty. Jill was bent over near by scrubbing the other four panels with acetone, later she would hit them with a course scotch bright pad.
Here I was in jeans and a long sleeved shirt covered In fiber glass splatter and all I could think of was she isn't wearing any panties. I know this because the shorts she is wearing have a very tattered crotch and I'm looking across the three feet between us at her sexy shaved pussy, of course she chose right now to look back at me.
"Getting a nice ass shot big sexy?" Lisa asked with an I caught you grin.
They started calling me that about a week after I got hired. The girls like to see me blush, so they had been calling it ever since. In return for all the awkward blushes there is a mountain range of cleavage to ogle. If hands stray during friendly games of grab ass no one complains, they retaliate in kind.
I grinned back at her, "I wasn't expecting to see a beaver this close up today and it seems to have worked out how to shave its winter coat!" She laughed and turned back to what she was doing.
She shot me a sly look whipped her hands off and intentionally adjusted her shorts so that the crotch covered nothing. Sitting as she was her pussy lips were parted and I could see small drops of moister gleaming in the sun, she moved her hips and her lips parted just a bit more and her hot pink vagina winked at me.
"you realize your killing me here right!" I laughed.
Jill and I have worked together for about six years, we have been friends from the beginning. As much as we have flirted well into the inappropriate at work, this was way beyond anything I ever thought of outside of my fantasies.
"Why Carter what ever are you talking about I'm scrubbing the panels just the way you showed me?" She batted her hazel eyes at me in innocence and went back to what she had been doing.
I enjoyed the show, my Dick getting harder by the minute. I couldn't do anything until the four panels were prepped, so I decided to see just how far she would let this go. I took the splattered shirt off and hung it on a fence post and paused to look around, her trailer was at the back end of five acres of oak, pine and walnut trees. She had the run of the land but only owned the trailer, being care taker for the five acres had been part of the trailers sale to her.
All she really had to do was make sure to hire people to clean out any dead falls and walk it every now and then checking for litter or fire hazards, five acres is a lot of space to live in. I turned back to Jill sure we were well and truly alone.
"It sure is beautiful out here," I said as I washed my hands and arms clean of resin splatter.
I knelt on her right side and leaned close pointing at a spot on the panel as I cupped her pussy with my left hand. "Now you need to rub that a little cleaner sort of like this," I told her.
I rubbed my fingers up and down inside her wet pussy lips, paying special attention to her clit when I reached it. Then back down dragging my nails along her slit and over her lips rubbing my fingers in circles around the entrance of her vagina before moving back up to her clit.
Each pass was slow and with each one I used my fingers to spread her own juices over her pussy, on the 5th or 6th pass I pressed a finger into her vagina. Jill moaned then gasp as I sank my thick index finger completely into her, curled it then pulled out.
Jill's whimper of disappointment was so fucking sexy I slid the finger back inside. I played with her for a few minutes while she played at scrubbing the panel. Moaning and panting as drool dripped down her chin onto the ugly green fiberglass. Jill gave up on the panel and sat there on her hands and knees quivering, and moaning.
"Now for a really tough to get to spot you can use two fingers like so!" I slid a second finger inside her and she grunted out a throaty, "OH FUCK!" As I began to twist, twirl, and stroke her pussy walls.
Jill's head bent down and she pushed her ass back against my hand pumping her hips up and down grinding her pussy into my palm. Her juices were frothing around my finger and she was starting to shudder in time to my stroking fingers.
"Now," I said a little hoarsely I was so hard it was getting painful. "There is a trick I know that uses three fingers if you beg I'll do it to you!" Jill's pussy was gripping my fingers so tightly she would feel every inch of even my small cock.
"Tooo TA..TIGHT all ready... HoW ... You Fit a ThiRD?" Jill's voice rose and fell with the now pulsing throb of her clamping pussy.
I stopped moving my fingers inside her pussy and just rubbed the tips of the two fingers I didn't have inside her in circles around her now engorged clit.
"DONT STOPPP!" Jill wailed begging.
I could tell she was very close, "beg," I said quietly.
"PLEAS USE YOUR THIRD FINGER!" Jill cried.
I smiled evilly and pressed my thumb through her tight little brown pucker into her ass. Jill cried out in surprise, "OW OW OHHHHHhhhhhhh!" she came hard her wail trailing off as she slumped face down on the panel.
Her ass in the air whispering, "Ohmygod," over and over again.
I began rubbing my two fingers against my thumb through the thin sensitive walls of her vagina and rectum while pumping my hand up and down, Jill cried out and pushed her ass against my hand again.
"You need to clean that spot off the panel," I told her. "There's no more rags here uumm, use your shirt!" I said toss the small pile of wash cloths behind me onto the ground with my free hand.
"But uh ...but I... I ... Like what your doing," Jill whimpered plaintively.