"You have a great ass." he mused as his whole hand cupped my cheek, the thumb trailing between my buttocks as I bent a little more, moving my feet further apart. Taking it as an invite, his hand slipped between my legs, and I felt his fingers on my damp lips. Involuntarily, I softly sucked in a breath as he drew them back and forth with enough force to part them, stroking the soft inner flesh.
"You're so wet." He whispered over my shoulder as he slowly slipped first one, then two fingers between my labia and wiggled them, sliding deep into my pussy using a twisting motion. I let out a low moan as he fingered me with a slow, steady rhythm. "You're really tight," he said as my pussy clamped on his fingers, spasming as I started to come close.
He reached my front with his other hand. I felt fingers gently rubbing my clit as he explored my depths, a finger curling up to find my G-spot, both of his hands caressing my most sensitive parts, as I began to feel my breath quicken.
Sensing I was close, he stroked and rubbed me faster, almost brutally, and within a few moments, I felt the tingling and twitching of my orgasm, making my knees weak as my juices soaked his hand. He quickly withdrew his fingers as I stepped forward, letting the robe slip off my shoulders, standing completely naked as I turned and, without a word, worked at his zip and clasp, surprised as his trousers dropped. I saw he was not wearing underwear, his cock and balls nestled in dark curls, above average in size compared with the others I have seen.
His cock was engorged, the end dribbling precum, twitching as I reached out to touch him, absentmindedly stroking the shaft slowly, moving my hand from tip to base, working it faster as he leaned back and gripped the edge of the planks. Working my thumb over the swollen head, I spread the clear ooze over his length, squeezing harder as I masturbated him to completion, drawing my hand over the sensitive tip with each upward stroke.
He began to shake his head, "You need to stop." Instead, I knelt, holding the head of his cock close to my breasts as he finally grunted loudly, his cock erupting, sending cum spurting onto my lips, chin, neck and breasts. I slowed my strokes, angling him so the tip rubbed against my nipples and soft skin until he stopped, some of his mess running down over my belly, between my thighs. I released my grip as he began to soften, retrieving my robe as he wiped himself on a handkerchief and zipped himself up.
I turned away and walked back toward the kitchen, saying with a smile. "I suppose I'd better go and shower again," knowing he'd check out my ass as I went inside. It was a one-off that week as my aunt returned the next day, and I was sure she'd be annoyed at me disturbing the workers. Even so, we shared a sly, knowing smile each time I passed him a mug of coffee, and I'd often give him a little wave from my bedroom window, naked, of course.