DISCLAIMER: My stories are not intended to be great literary works. Rather they are simply a re-telling of some of my experiences from my life enjoying sex and pleasure. I have always had a very hyper libido and have I have had few reservations about giving in. There are many talented fiction writers on this site who produce some really good stories. But I have chosen to keep mine as close to the real events as I can recall. So while I welcome readers' comments and feedback, please understand that I can't alter or "punch up" the stores without sacrifice of the real life elements they contain.
This experience took place when I was in my early 20's and spending a summer with and aunt & uncle in Texas. (See "My Life in Lust" part 1 for background) my aunt asked if I would help out a friend of hers who managed a mobile home park. I suspect my aunt thought I needed something to get me out and about during the day and give me a break from lounging around the pool.
Now this wasn't't a trashy trailer park at all. All the permanent homes had nice underpinnings and the grounds were very well maintained. Most of the residents were retired. Many of the residents were only there part of the time as they lived in the northern or Midwest states and came south for the winter
The next day I drove over to the mobile home park and met up with Carol, my aunt's friend. I had known Carol for several years and she was almost like a surrogate aunt to me. Carol was in her late forties with a cute face and a few extra pounds on her body. She smiled easily and dressed rather simple. She was neither flashy nor aggressive. After we talked for a while and caught up, she explained what the job was. Preparations were getting underway for the soon to begin migration of the "snowbirds" back from the cold weather states. Gus, the handyman, would be going around getting some of the homes ready for the owners (in addition to his normal workload). Carol needed me to assist by running simple errands, and helping her with some of the office work. I would work about 4 to 6 hours a day, about 3 days a week.
Gus was in his mid to late forties. He had a lean built and crew cut. His face featured friendly blue eyes and an easy smile. He was about six feet tall and had an easy gait and a demeanor of self confidence. He was friendly but not pushy.
The way most days went was something like this; Carol would open the office at 8 each morning. Gus would come in shortly thereafter and get the work orders for that that day. I would generally get there about 10 or 11a.m. and work until about 2 – 4 p.m. depending on what Carol needed help with.
One day during my second week there Carol had me go around and deliver some fliers to all the residences. As I approached the Smiths' residence I heard some noise coming through an open window. It was the unmistakable sounds of sex. Now both of the Smiths were in their late 50's and retired. I thought it was kindy hot and sexy that they were still getting it on after all their years of being married. Since sex of any kind always gives me a wetty, I decided to see if I could sneak a peek.
I looked around to be sure no one was outside to see me and then climbed up on a large concrete planter right outside the living room window. What I saw almost made me gasp out loud. Mrs Smith was bent over the back of a chair and Gus the handyman was standing behind her wearing only his tee shirt and giving her a steady, deep stroking. He had his hands on her hips and was driving into her in a very solid fashion. Mrs Smith had her hands on the arm of the chair and was moaning and saying "Oh yes, oh yes..... Don't stop..." Gus showed no intention of stopping.
Mrs Smith rolled her head back and forth, up and down and continued her moaning and groaning. She would from time to time exhale strongly and then grip the chair arms tighter. Finally she seemed to collapse in surrender. She told Gus "My God man, are you trying to kill me?" Gus stopped his movements and just stood there for a moment. It occurred to me that I better move, because now that the fucking was subsiding, there was a very good chance they might see me.
I got down off the planter and made my way (dizzy and shaking) to a safe distance and sat down to catch my breath. My pussy was soaking and quivering. When I was composed enough to resume walking, I completed my rounds. But the entire rest of the time I could only think of the sight of Gus standing behind that woman driving his cock up in her.
On my way back to the office, I passed the Smith's residence and this time I saw Mr Smith pulling into the driveway. He and one of his neighbors got out and removed their golf bags from the trunk of the car. Apparently while Mr Smith was out playing 18 holes of Golf, Gus was playing a couple of holes of Mrs Smith. This made me smile as I walked on.
That night I masturbated furiously wondering if I might ever get to see that sight again. After a restless night of broken sleep, I got up earlier than usual the next morning and decided to go to on in to work. When I arrived at the office, the "I have stepped away and will be back shortly" sign was hanging on the door. This indicated that Carol was away from the office. I fished out my master key that she had given me and let myself in.
Once inside I heard a familiar sound coming from down the hallway. "Now what???" I thought to myself. I made my way quietly down the hall to the backroom that acted as Gus's workshop. This time my knees almost buckled. Because this time it was Carol that was bent over a bar stool and hanging on to the edge of Gus' workbench. Her rather large breasts were swinging and her mouth was wide open and gasping for air. About the only thing I remember hearing her say was "Oh God... Oh God..... Oh God..."
My position was at the open door, peeking around the wall and I had a mostly side view. I stood there transfixed and stared at the woman that had always seemed so soft spoken and shy getting her pussy pounded by her handyman. I watched as Gus' lean muscled body moved in a controlled rhythm. I could see his cock slide partially out of Carol's pussy on each out stroke. As I raised my gaze I saw with horror that Gus was looking right at me with a grin on his face. He never broke stroke but when we made eye contact he gave me a wink. He seemed to be completely unfazed and unbothered by me watching. Then he did something that was just for my benefit. He grabbed Carol by the back of her hair and held her head down while he pulled his cock out of her. I could barely contain my gasp. Gus had a cock that was at least 8 inches long... And more likely closer to 9 inches. His cock was not overly thick but certainly thicker than average. And judging by the amount of Carol's juice on his rod, it was tool used by a skilled craftsman.
