The Fence Job

I had just started working at a fence company as an estimator when this next event took place. It was my job to meet with the customers about the job, get an idea of what they were trying to accomplish, and get the job sold. I had this idea that it would be all these hot women in the area wanting fencing, but that was never the case at all.

One afternoon I get a phone call to give an estimate about 30 minutes away. Since I had nothing else going on, I go ahead and head that direction. Pulling up to the house, I realize very quickly that this was a waste of my time. The house is this very small shack with a screen porch that has holes all in it. The porch is covered with random pieces of furniture in all sorts of disarray.

However, when I knocked on the door, what came out was not what I expected at all. She was a older slender woman, about the same height as me, in a bathrobe as if she hadn't been expecting me at all. She offers me a seat on her porch and asks if I want a beer. Seeing as I wasn't heading back to the office for the rest of the day, I figured why the hell not. We sat on her porch, drinking, and talking about what she was wanting the fence to accomplish. She kept shuffling her legs, making sure that I was paying attention to each movement she made. I had never understood someone having a foot fetish until that day, but I seemed to have acquired one, as I sat there halfway listening to what she was saying. The other half of my brain was thinking about what it would feel like to come on the soles of her feet.

I stood up and was about to start measure her fence line when she stood up in front of me like she was about to walk out front with me. Instead her robe fell completely to the floor and my eyes were overwhelmed with the most beautiful bolt ons a doctor can make. She asked if I liked what I saw and all I could muster was a head nod. She swayed from side to side and I can assure you that not a single inch of skin moved. I was absolutely in love with her nipples. Thick, eraserhead bulbs protruding from her massive mammaries just begging me to suck them.

Without saying a word, I leaned down and put my mouth on one of them, sucking it gently, as I placed her other nipple in between my index finger and thumb, pinching it slightly. She hiked her leg on the arm of the wicker chair and started massaging her clit, as my attention was entirely devoted to her tits. The breeze was just light enough that her nipples would stand at full attention with goosebumps as I would move my mouth from one to the other.

She pushed me back suddenly and climbed into the wicker chair backwards. You could hear the crunching echo as she bent over the back and spread her cheeks open. I wasted no time unzipping my pants and stuffing my member into her sloppy wet hole. I was going to reach underneath her and massage her clit, but she took matters into her own hands, so I opted to start smacking her ass. It started off lightly at first, as she slammed her ass up and down the length of my cock, but as things kept going I started to leave red marks.

She would move forward just enough that the tip of my cock would almost slide out and then force herself down harder and harder. I could feel her juices covering my balls, as I grabbed onto her hips, grinding my cock deeper and harder inside of her. As I felt I was about to come, I placed my leg on top of the wicker chair arm, using the longest strokes possible the back of her warmth. She started trashing against the chair wildly, as her coming jolted through her body. I pulled my cock out and used her juices to shoot my load all over the bottom of her feet.

A couple of weeks later when the guys showed up to work the job, I fucked her again on the floor of her kitchen while the guys worked. She wanted me to video it, so I did and sent it to her later. I still have a very grainy video of my cock sliding in and out of her that I use for strategic purposes from time to time.