HAVING A LITTLE FUN WITH MS. COLLINS
This one is for the Summer Lovin' Story Contest. So, as always, your votes and comments would be appreciated.
Word spreads like wildfire in a tiny little town like Foster's Creek. So, when word got out that a pretty divorcee had bought old man Johnson's place, I decided it might be nice to see if I could lend her a hand -- as well as check her out for myself.
Seeing as Wilbur Johnson had been dead for over five years, I imagined the place would need a good deal of work done. I also knew for a woman living on her own it would be a pretty big undertaking for her to try and get the place back to its former glory all by herself. Since I knew how to fix almost anything, thanks to my handyman dad, I figured she'd probably appreciate some help.
Holy Shit! As I pulled into her graveled driveway I realized I'd arrived just in the nick of time.
When I looked up and saw her on a ladder struggling to scrape the flaking paint off the old wooden windows all the way up on the second floor, I almost swallowed my freaking tongue! I threw my truck into park and rushed out to steady the ladder, or even to try and catch her if I had to. The way she was precariously leaning over with just one foot barely sitting on a rung, I was afraid she was about to lose her balance and topple right to the ground.
After I'd braced the ladder with one of my booted feet, hanging on tight to the shaky wooden relic with both hands, I called up, "Hey, you okay up there?"
She looked down, and though at first she looked a little startled to see me, finally, seeing that I was only trying to help, she flashed me the prettiest smile I'd ever seen. And I found myself swallowing really hard, because damn, the rumors were true -- the woman was an absolute knockout.
Long honey-blonde hair pulled back in a thick pony-tail, that hung halfway down her back, along with eyes just as blue as the sky. Curvy in all the right places, too. And there was just so much of her showing, dressed in a barely there belly-baring pale yellow crop top and a tiny pair of faded denim cut-offs. I was getting hard just from the sight of her pretty round butt cheeks peeking out at the bottom, never mind the curve of her nice full breasts, that I could see from looking up her shirt.
Figured if I offered to give her a hand with the old place, that she'd warm up to me pretty quick. Man, I knew one thing -- I just
had
to get with her.
Being well over six feet tall, with sun-bleached sandy blonde hair, bright green eyes, and a body I take care of, with broad shoulders, a big wide chest and rock hard abs, girls seemed to be into me, and I've never had a problem getting laid. Especially in a small place like this, with little else to do but mess around, finding pussy was no challenge.
I called up, "How about I finish that, and you come down and get yourself a drink. It's such a hot one today, you should probably take a break."
Her shoulders sagged as she looked up at the flaking paint around the eaves that I could tell she could barely reach without standing on her tiptoes. She nodded her head and wiped the back of her hand across her sweaty brow. "Yeah, I guess I could use a break right about now."
Once she'd shimmied her tight little ass back down the ladder, making my cock lurch in the process, when we were finally face to face, she smiled into my eyes and extended her hand. "Thanks for offering to help. I'm Ginny Collins."
Wrapping my big hand around hers, I nodded. "No problem. Pleasure to meet you ma'am. I'm Randy McCoy, and welcome to Foster's Creek."
After she'd slowly raked me over from the top of my head to the tips of my boots, flashing a sly little grin, she playfully wiggled her eyebrows, obviously liking what she was seeing.
When I dropped my gaze from her pretty face, to check her out a little more closely, I had to suck in a breath when I spied her nice big nipples that were so hard they were nearly poking holes in her t-shirt, which naturally had my mouth watering for a taste.
Gotta say, my favorite thing in the world, aside from sinking my cock into a nice, warm tight pussy had to be the wonder of exploring a woman's body with my mouth. Every time felt like a new adventure, since every woman's body was a little different, and of course a little special. Now that I'd got a peek at her nipples, or at least had an idea how big they were, I could hardly wait to get her naked. So I could not only slide my tongue over every last inch of her sweet little body, and suck those big, hard babies into my mouth, but also show her just how good I could make her feel.
Knowing she was on her own, I imagined from how sexy and inviting she looked that she'd be game for a little fun, especially being without a man for a while, with her being divorced and all.
Lucky for her, I had eight inches of just what she needed, already growing thick and hard in my boxers.
Finally she bit into her lip, and flashed me a coy little grin. "I think I'll head inside and get us something cold to drink."
I nodded and watched her saunter her sweet, tight ass into the house, while I reached down and straightened out my cock, before I headed up the ladder to finish scraping the old paint off the windows.
Thankfully it didn't take me too long to finish, only a couple hours. Which was just as well, with the way the sun was beating down on me, nearly baking me alive as I stood unprotected on the ladder, with nothing to cover my head or neck. Now I wish I'd worn a baseball cap today, like I normally did, then my bare neck wouldn't feel like it was on fire.
Once I was done with the last window, and carefully made my way back down the rickety excuse for a ladder, I was glad to get back on solid ground to join her on the covered front porch for a nice, tall frosty glass of lemonade.
As I downed my second glass, the way she was slyly eyeing me, dropping her gaze to the long thick, bulge in my jeans, I just knew she'd be up for some fun.
Not wanting to rush things, because I was hoping for more than just a one-and-done, I asked, "You got anything else needs doing, Ms. Collins?"
She shook her head. "Please, call me Ginny. But before you do anything else, you have to tell me what you charge. I've already sunk so much into this place that I'm afraid I can't afford to pay you very much."
I smiled back into her pretty pale blue eyes. "Ginny, there's no need to pay me. I'm just here to help you out, trying to be neighborly. So you just tell me what else I can do for you."
She gave me a grateful smile, reached out and patted my knee. "Well, thank you, Randy. I really appreciate you stopping by to help out. I've just got so much still to do to try and make this place livable." Then she looked out at a square mound of overturned soil in the middle of the patchy lawn. "Like my little patch out in front, needs taking care of, too. It's all ready, and now it just needs seeding."
I cocked an eyebrow, and chuckled as I watched her smirk. From the way she'd worded that, I imagined both of us were thinking about how good it would feel if I got my cock out, pushed into her, gave her a good hard fucking and seeded