My wife and I were moving out of our tiny apartment in San Antonio into a home we had just purchased clear across town. It was closer to my new work place, and her commute would be easier, so we financed, banked and signed off on the dotted line < the new place was ours!
I called a moving company in the book, since we weren't all that familiar with any single place here in town, it being our first move since we'd arrived in a self-packed U-Haul two years earlier. On moving day, the MoversExpress truck showed up, and I began instructing them on what went first, second, etc.
After the first truck was loaded the three movers piled into their truck and followed us to the new place. It only took one hour to load, and the drive was a half-hour, so we figured we were way ahead of time. This would allow me to drive back to the house, get my computer/printer/fax and take it over to my new office while the movers unloaded.
My wife, Nadiya, was exhausted from the week of packing required to get ready. As soon as the movers unloaded the first chair, she plopped down in it, and directed the men around the new place. We had turned the AC on immediately, but it was still hot, as most July days are in San Antonio. The movers took off their shirts, and I couldn't blame them, as hot and sweaty as we were getting.
Nadiya went to the kitchen to begin unpacking some glasses as I declared I was heading back to the house for my electronics, and that I'd be back in an hour or two, in time for them to return with another load of furniture.
I left Nadiya and headed out in my Accord ... the rest is what she relayed to me several days later, all of which I had no idea of.
Just minutes after I left, the movers went on a 15-minute break, grabbing some quick bites to eat outside under a shade tree. Nadiya invited them into the house, since the AC was starting to cool off the downstairs. They sat in the dining room, adjacent to the kitchen, while Nadiya unpacked glasses and china.
Nadiya is 5'5", 130 pounds, 34C-24-32 with a great ass and beautiful ebony complexion (I am white, by the way). We've been married for 9 years, and our two kids were at their grandparents in Dallas for three weeks while we closed up one home and moved to another.
Nadiya is very attractive, and often admits to being a flaunter or teaser ... but only when she wants to. On moving day she wore an ordinary T-shirt (one of mine) and a pair of shorts, nothing too revealing or anything. After all, we were going to be working, packing, moving, etc.
Nadiya offers the three a cold Coke from the fridge, they say yes. When she retrieves them she bends over, only to feel a hand on her ass. She straightens up, quickly, only to find Jorge, the moving team leader, standing there, thanking her for the drinks. He walks away as if nothing happened.
Nadiya brushed it off ‹ maybe she stepped back into him when she got the drinks, she says she thought.
Later, as she's putting away bowls and plates, she reaches to the ver-r-r-r-r-r-ry top shelf when, all of a sudden, she feels someone behind her ... and I mean RIGHT behind her ... like, someone rubbing a crotch against her ass. She dropped the glasses, which broke, and tried to swing around. But two arms shot forward, raising hers in the air. It's Jorge again, leaning forward to whisper sexy things in her ear.
He tells her they've been watching as she eyed their muscular bodies, they've been seeing her start to joke around, and tease around, with them more, since her husband went away. He softly tells her that they want to show her the pleasure she was envisioning as she watched them strain, their muscles bulging, lifting the heavy furniture and placing it where she was telling them to.
Was I? she thought to herself ... had I been eyeing these men, was I giving off this sense of sexual passion to these guys, not knowing I was teasing them? Or, was I subconsciously teasing them? All these thoughts ran simultaneously through her mind as Jorge whispered more things in her ear, nibbled on her earlobe ...
"Ahhh, Nadiya, I can tell by the way you are moving you, too, are turned on," she heard him say. While she was lost deep in thought from the stunning developments, Jorge had begun to feel up Nadiya's breasts ... and she has some very very sensitive nipples, about eraser-sized. "You move back against me ... do you feel this cock, my hard cock, waiting for you?" Indeed, Nadiya had almost instinctively begun to move against his hardness, as she had done so often to me when I've snuck up behind her in a hornier-than-hell mood and done just about the same.
In fact, when Jorge lowered his arms, he made Nadiya keep hers up on the shelf door. She did as he asked, and he lowered his hands to firmly grasp her breasts, squeezing and mashing them, while she closed her eyes, in total disbelief as to what was happening.
"Yes .. yes, baby, mmmmmm, you like, you like," Jorge told her. "Tell me you like it, tell me you like it," he said, both hands grasping her full breasts, pulling her upright while grinding his cock, straining at his jeans, into her beautiful ass. She remained silent, I'm sure a flood of emotions overwhelming her. "Come on baby, admit you like it, you're a hot woman, we're here to cool you down," and with that he dropped an ice cube down her cleavage.
