My name is Morgan Smith. I am a fifty years old, divorced African-American handyman with no children.
When you work servicing domestic appliances, naturally you come into contact with plenty of women.
It is hard not to when you are in the kitchen. last month, I had to visit a woman I'd visited before and I remember the feeling that she had given me.
This young woman who's name was Lucky Jackson was only twenty years old and already living in a huge house on her own due to all the money she made as a top exotic dancer in California.
Lucky Jackson was one fine looking woman all right with a luscious mane of golden hair and big ocean blue eyes.
Lucky's body was not bad either with a pair of humongous, "HH" boobs, a twenty -two inch waist, thirty-six inch accomodating hips, along with a fantastic ass and endless sexy, long legs.
Last time I had been at Lucky's place, she'd walked about in a hot pink bathrobe that did nothing to hide her generous curves.
Just watching her enormous, knockers bounce up and down as she walked was enough to give me a major hard-on and I had to pull the truck over by the roadside on the way back to the depot and jack off like crazy.
I had high hopes this time around at Lucky's place because even though Lucky was a gorgeous, young white woman in her twenties with a fabulous body and I was only a meager paid black handyman that was twice her age, I was also a professional bodybuilder and winner of the Masters MR. Olympia Competition for older bodybuilders.
I thought despite my age I was more than enough man to handle this voluptous vixen.
When I went over to Lucky's house this time nothing had changed. She was still wearing that damn pink, sexy bathrobe and my boner swelled immedietely.
As I followed her wobbling ass through the kitchen, I pleaded with my dick to control itself. I even tried harder to concentrate on my work to keep myself under control.
However this woman did not plan to help. She took a seat at the table and watched me work while she sipped a cool glass of lemonade.
Lucky's shapely, long legs were crossed and I could see nearly all her creamy thighs as her hemline rode up close to her crotch. It was torture and I focused on my work,averting my eyes from that body.
However my gaze wondered. What I saw made me drop my wrench in surprise.
Lucky had spread her legs wide and I found myself staring at her luxurious pussy, the lips wet from sneakily caressing herself while my head was turned.
I stared at her stupidly.
"You have never seen one before Morgan?" Lucky asked me laughing.
Lucky and I had already introduced ourselves on the first day we met and were now on a first name basis with each other but I never expected anything like this.
I made some comment about some kind of woman who enjoys teasing men, getting them hot then leaving them with blue balls.
Lucky then laughed excitedly,her pussy throbbing with excitement, as she quickly stood up on her feet,throwing off her robe and standing there utterly naked.
"You call this a tease Morgan?" she asked giggling as she struck a very sexy pose as she shimmied her whopping gazongas in my face.
Lucky Jackson then began clutching her plump white milkers, squeezing them, and then pumping them up and down excitedly with her hands.
"Wow! lucky. I can't believe how fantastic your nude body looks!"" I replied as I stood up on my feet with her.
"It's just wow!" I continued on happily.
"Bow wow! baby!" Lucky cried out very aroused as she excitedly gave me one sexy pose after another. Each pose sexier than the last.
"Thank you Morgan!" she replied smiling.
