I knew it was a possibility that I could drive all the way out to visit with Doug and he wouldn't be up to having visitors. He had been battling a major illness so we hadn't seen him in the office in quite a while. I was friendly with him outside of the office to some extent and was familiar with his wife though I'd classify us more as work buddies than as friends. I liked him, I respected his work skills and work ethic but we were not necessarily birds of a feather and, really, there's nothing wrong with that. I did like him enough, though, that I wanted to check in and see how he was doing. He was well enough that we were able to get that coordinated but he did warn me that some of the meds he was currently on might cause him to nod off briefly. I figured he meant in the middle of the visit, not before I even got there.
His wife, Kerrie, let me in the front door but told me that he'd just crashed, moments before my arrival.
"So should I come back," I asked, "or should I wait?"
"You may as well wait," she suggested, "His rests are pretty sporadic so it'd make more sense to wait it out than to try to plan around them."
"Well, as long as I'm here," I said as I followed her into their family room, "is there anything I can do for you? Open a jar of olives or something?"
I knew he'd been pretty weakened and often out of it so I figured maybe there were some tasks he hadn't been up to that I could knock out while I was waiting. She picked up a video baby monitor that was sitting beside the couch and took a quick look at the screen then showed it to me. She'd repurposed it to monitor Doug as he lay in their bed, presumably since the bedroom was upstairs. He looked completely out of it.
"Think you could help me out with an orgasm?" she asked almost offhandedly while setting it down again, "I haven't had anyone to help me with one of those for a long time."
I figured she must have been really desperate to even ask and, had Doug been one of my best buddies, maybe she wouldn't have and maybe I wouldn't even have considered it if she had. She turned back toward me expectantly though it seemed like the answer I gave her was not the one she was expecting.
"Sure," I replied, "manual or oral?"
"Seriously?" she asked, clearly taken by surprise.
"Absolutely," I replied.
"Umm..." was all she could seem to get out and I got the sense that she just wasn't sure how to proceed from that point.
"How about first one, then the other?" I suggested.
"Yeah, okay," she replied, apparently coming to the realization that I actually was serious, "that will work."
"Why don't you just sit here," I said, indicating the couch with the baby monitor nearby, "relax and enjoy."
I sat beside her and slid the hem of her dress up until her panties were exposed. After running my fingers lightly over the front of them while she parted her legs, I slipped my hand into her panties and through a considerable bush then found her pussy already practically overflowing with her juices. She softly moaned as I easily slipped a finger into her, finding her pussy to be surprisingly snug. My cock was stiffening as I alternately slid my finger in and out and lightly caressed her clit. It didn't take long before she was subtly rocking her hips in rhythm with my stimulation.
I was doing my best to draw out the pleasure but, as pent up as I assumed she was, I wasn't expecting it to take long for her to cum. I was absolutely still planning to make her cum with my tongue as well once I'd made her cum with my finger. In fact, I was really looking forward to it because I was a big fan of eating pussy and, when it was a pussy I'd never tasted before, I enjoyed it even more. I was not counting on her reciprocating, either with a handy-j or a blow-j, but if she offered I certainly wouldn't be turning her down. Her breathing rate was increasing and the occasional soft moan slipped out so I knew that she was building toward an orgasm. Her pussy was also becoming even hotter and wetter so I was looking forward even more to lapping up those juices.
Her body began to tense up so I assumed that she was nearly there and focused on getting her the rest of the way rather than continuing to draw it out. She was practically gasping before going silent, briefly holding her breath. She finally exhaled as all of the tension abruptly left her body and she started shaking. I continued to caress her clit as she was cumming, no longer sliding my finger in and out. Her orgasm was definitely long and appeared to be intensely pleasurable so I was happy to have been able to help her out. Once I was certain that she'd finished cumming, I slipped my finger in and out of her pussy a couple more times then extracted my hand from her panties and sucked her juices off of my finger.
I turned a little bit toward her to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her chest was heaving, which drew my attention to it. Her dress was not snug around her chest but she couldn't hide that her boobs were substantial. I had a passing thought about how much I'd undoubtedly enjoy seeing and fondling them sans any clothing but figured that really wasn't an appropriate goal to pursue in these circumstances. I'm sure eating her to an orgasm wasn't necessarily appropriate either but she had brought it up and had agreed to my methodology. She opened her eyes again when I moved off of the couch to kneel in front of her and watched as I pushed the hem of her dress up a little higher to fully reveal her bikini panties. She was fair-skinned and curvy as well as being an obviously natural blond so I was eager to see how well the carpet matched the drapes. As I started to slide her panties down, she lifted her ass up off the couch to help me out so, if she did have any second thoughts, they hadn't lingered for long. Her bush, while definitely a bit unkempt, was incredibly blond so my attention remained on it as I got her panties down her legs and off.
"I'm sorry that it's in need of some grooming," she apologized, "but, as you can imagine, it hasn't been a priority."
"I have no problem with it like this," I replied, "but I'll also be more than happy to come back again when you do get it groomed."
Giving her that to think about, I lowered my head and ran my tongue along her slit, causing her to suck in her breath. Her juices were as abundant as her bush so I was slurping them up, my tongue also grazing her clit and making her moan softly. I had no idea whether, having had one orgasm just moments ago, she'd have another more easily and quickly but I did feel like time was of the essence in this situation. Given that, I was not going to try to draw out the pleasure she was experiencing nor my opportunity to eat her blond pussy. I soon slipped a finger into her and, as I was sliding it in and out, my licking was refocused on her clit. She moaned a little louder but still not too loud; just enough to let me know that she appreciated what I was doing. She also started rocking her pussy toward my face in rhythm with my licking and fingering.
There was no way I would have expected to find myself in this position when I headed over to their house that day, and in fact had never even considered what it might be like to eat Kerrie's pussy, but I was sure happy for the opportunity, even if that was where everything ended once she'd cum. I was devouring her with enthusiasm and she was responding favorably, gradually tensing up again as she apparently was getting closer to cumming. Her pussy was also becoming even hotter and wetter once again but I really was not counting on getting to slip my cock into her and that was fine. I was doing this as a favor since she'd asked and just the opportunity to actually be doing it was enough of a reward for me.