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.
I stopped moving my hand but kept swirling my fingers and thumb inside her, Jill gave out with a moan some where between disappointed frustration and anger. Jill lifted her self up off the panel and removed her now filthy shirt. Bracing herself with one arm she wiped at the panel with her shirt. I began pumping my hand up and down again, hard fast strokes. Jill and I had never really had a conversation about sex, all I knew was that she said she was a wild thing in the sack.
Now in case it has some how slipped past any one I like big boobs well I like all boobs but I love big tits and Jill has a magnificent set of 46DDD's she's about five foot tall and has a nice ghetto ass she had four kids so isn't a hard body but she's better than average in my opinion and wait that's the one that matters.
Jill's bra was barely managing to keep her big tits contained as they bounced and swayed. Caught between the motion of her wiping the panel and the harsh finger fucking I was giving her pussy, the motion of her bounce and jiggle was erratic and damn sexy.
As Jill's pussy clamped down on my hand spasmodically she suddenly arched her back crying out "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! WHA... WHAT THE FUUUUUCCCCKKKK!"
As she came hard squirting Jill bucked and fell face down on the panel. Her pussy lips quivered as she gushed in small jets all over it. I pulled my fingers and thumb out of her having held on through her orgasm, lifting my fingers to mouth I sucked her cunt juices off of them. I wiped her brown stains off of my thumb on her cut offs (nasty). Jill's bra had surrendered to the inevitable at some point so I unsnapped the main strap and took it off of her.
Kneeling by her side and rubbed her back, "lets get you inside and cleaned up honey you're a mess" I Said.
I helped the very unsteady milf to her feet. Three girls and little boy, her oldest was 18 her little boy was a wild little six year old. Knowing we would be working on the fiber glass her mother took them for the weekend.
"Wow Carter what the fuck was it you just did to me? I.. I mean I have never..." She trailed off with a soft groan as thinking about what had happened set off a series of additional smaller orgasms.
"I did tell you I have very talented hands doll". I reminded her as we entered her bed room.
It had a king sized bed a couple of medium sized dressers, a very heavily decked out warpaint vanity and a love seat in one corner next to the window. Jill paused then looked at me sort of shyly of all things, then kissed me. As much as I had just finger fucked her to a squirting orgasm it caught me off guard.
I can handle flirty or porn moments easily, unexpected intimacy from some one who never let on she was interested was a whole different animal. Up until now I thought maybe she was just a little buzzed, she smelled faintly of alcohol and she had been way to close to the panels she was applying acetone too.
When she broke the kiss she laid her head on my shoulder, "I...I can't pay you for all the work you're doing Carter I just don't have the money". She said it with a small hitch in her voice as she ran her hand over my hard cock through my jeans.
It was my turn to groan as she unsnapped my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I was some where between "OH YAH FINALY" and money what money. "OOHHH!" escaped my lips as she wrapped her small hand around my small dick.
Funny how that made it seem bigger, now the money she mentioned was two hundred and fifty bucks not a small amount for me. I was just thanking god I had worn a butchers apron over my clothes to do the fiber glass work.
"So," I said my voice cracking as her thumb stroked my cock head as she shoved my jeans down around my ankles. "You're Offering to let me take it out in trade?" I asked with a groan.