At Odds with Herself

I was on my way out of a local warehouse store, one of the big discount chains where everything is on shelves that are stacked twenty five feet high, and the floors are smooth but stained concrete. I had a few very large boxes on the cart, one of the flat ones with a handle to push and six wheels, and was struggling to control it as I headed towards my SUV. I became a little frustrated with the store. No one had even offered to help me get them in my SUV or even asked if I needed help just getting them there. Now, I'm not a weak woman, but I couldn't handle the several hundred pounds that these boxes weighed and it seemed that the cart had a sticky wheel that made it all the more difficult. It was a customer, not even an employee that helped me load the cart in the store. I hadn't even thought about how I was going to get these things in the car or out of them when I got home.

I opened the rear hatch of my Sequoia and folded the seats down. I struggled but managed to get one end of the first box up on the tailgate before I had to stop and rest a moment. I took a sip from my bottle of water and caught my breath. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face. The heat, in the mid nineties, was making my task all that much more difficult, and the noon time sun was right overhead. In the tiny bit of shade that my raised tailgate afforded me, I sat and tried to think of someone to call to help but came up empty, having just moved here from Spain less than a month ago, I knew nobody at all. My husband was at work, and the only people I had met were a couple neighbors the youngest of which were well into their seventies.

I got up and started trying to lift the side of the box from the cart and push it in the back of my SUV, but I just couldn't muster the strength. I tried using my back to push against it but was unable to lift it even the slightest bit. My muscles burned and ached. I had just about had enough and was mere seconds away from bringing the patio set and canopy back to the store for a refund, when a deep voice startled me, making me let out a slight scream. "Could I give you a hand with that?"

"Oh, yes please," I said, as I looked at the man who offered to help me. He was standing next to the bed of a pick-up truck with a large bag of dog food over each arm. He set them in the truck, one at a time, and although he wasn't huge, in fact he was on the thin side, I could see the muscles in his arms tighten and define as he lowered each bag into the bed. He was tall and handsome, the patchy stubble on his face told me he was a little on the young side and his short and clean cut hair made me think he may have been in the military. "Thank you so much for helping me!" I exclaimed, "I was about to bring this stuff back in and return it!"

He laughed, "Yeah, the customer service at these places tends to be very lacking."

We made small talk for a minute or so as he loaded the boxes in my SUV, we both introduced ourselves and Jim, which was his name, handed me a business card. His truck had the same information on the side of it, but his card revealed that he was the owner of 'Buzz Lawns', a landscaping company. He told me he would give me a great deal on cutting my lawn and taking care of the leaves in the fall, he also told me they plowed and shoveled during the winter.

"Thanks, we actually need to get someone lined up for our yard," I explained, "we just moved back to the States about a month ago, and although we are mostly settled in, there still was a lot to take care of including the overgrown grass!" I chuckled.

"Well, how about if I follow you home, and I'll take a look at your yard to give you an estimate, and I'll help you unload these boxes?" he asked politely. I took him up on his offer and within fifteen minutes we were in my driveway. We walked the yard together, he was pacing things out, to get a rough idea of size and looking at the variety of plants and flowers that were growing nicely but were surrounded by a myriad of weeds. We finished the tour of the grounds and headed back to the truck. He sat and wrote down a few things and gave me a price to maintain the grass and keep the flowers and shrubs looking good and weed free. I told him all it was going to take was the seal of approval from my husband, Ed, but it seemed very cheap to me so I didn't see Ed having a problem with it at all.

"Where would you like the patio set and canopy?" he asked.

"Well it needs to go out to the pool, but you can just put it in the garage, my husband will eventually get it out to the patio and put it together." I sighed, resigning to not having any shade outside around the pool for probably a month or more, knowing my husband.

"I'll bring it around back for you. It's no trouble, really." He said with a smile. For a quick second I caught him staring at my chest, although they're not too big, my breasts are firm and perky enough that I rarely have any need for a bra, unless I'm trying to keep my nipples from showing. I don't know why, but my when I looked down after seeing Jim looking at my chest, I saw my nipples were obviously rock hard, my loose fitting sundress was almost hanging from them. I blushed a little, not because I was embarrassed about my very evident nipples, but because I felt aroused when Jim caught them with his eyes. I quickly ignored the feeling in my loins, the excitement from being caught feeling naughty, and walked Jim around the back showing him where to put the boxes.

It took him a couple trips to bring them around back, and by the time he set the last one down I could see the sweat pouring down his face. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with a pair of work boots, and in this heat he had to be suffering. "Can I get you something to drink?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, "A beer would be fantastic if you have one!"

I slipped into the house and returned a moment later with an ice cold can of Bud. Jim took it from me and opened it and emptied it in one shot. "Feel free to take a dip in the pool!" I offered Jim.

"Thanks for the offer but, I don't have any shorts with me and I really need to get going, I have a meeting in a couple hours and I need to get cleaned up and changed." Jim said, sounding like he was interested.

I started to thank him for his help and told him how much I appreciated it, when his phone rang, interrupting me. He stood and listened saying only an occasional word or two, mostly agreeing with whoever was on the other end of the line. He hung up the phone, smiling, "Maybe I will take you up on that swim if you don't mind if I go in the nude!" he was laughing, "the meeting this afternoon was pushed out until tomorrow." He wiped the sweat from his brow, "Damn, the sun is really hot here, I can see why you bought some shade!" I went inside and got him another beer, glancing at the clock it was only about half past noon.

When stepped back out on the patio, Jim was gone. I thought for a second he may have left with me even getting the chance to finish thanking him, but a moment later he rounded the corner of the house carrying a small tool box. "What do you say we get this stuff out of the boxes and setup?" he asked in such a way that I don't think he cared about my answer, even though I felt like I it was too much to ask of him. "If you get me a pair of your husband's shorts so I can take a swim, I'll help you set this up," he offered, "sound like a fair deal to you?"

"It sounds more than fair! But feel free to swim in your underwear if you want." I answered excitedly, surprised that I was going to have some shade in no time at all.

"I would swim in my underwear, except I don't wear any." He chuckled.

"No problem, I'll get you a pair of my husbands' trunks when were through."

We tore open the boxes and pulled the plastic bags from just about everything, Jim quickly took the folded paper instructions and looked them over, placing the pieces in order and making sure everything was there. We had the canopy staged in no time at all, and as soon as we started to put it together, Jim took his sweat covered shirt off, revealing his sleek, toned physique. He was not a huge muscle bound guy, but it looked like he had no fat on him at all, the skin was taught around his chest and his abs, the proverbial six pack, was a washboard leading from his Pecs to the waistband of his jeans. It was my turn to stare and his turn to catch me.

"Anne?" he said, as his voice registered, "Earth to Anne!" he laughed and as my gaze shifted to up from his midsection he was looking at me, fully aware that I was staring at his body. It was so unlike me to be so captivated by anyone, but for a couple seconds there I was totally enchanted by his sexy upper half. Even though I was happily married and had a wonderful sex life, I couldn't help it and for the first time in my married life, I found myself daydreaming about a man other than my husband.

"I'm sorry I went blank a second there. This heat is taking its toll on me!" I said quickly, trying to cover my apparent fascination with his body. He instructed me to hold this, or push that as we steadily assembled the canopy. Jim raised the heavy structure up and supported its weight while I balanced it, keeping it steady while he fitted each of the three remaining legs. A bare frame stood before us but Jim quickly tossed the canvas cover over the top of it and started to secure it around the edges. It was almost eight feet tall where the cover snapped around the frame and there was no way I was going to reach without a ladder. I sat on the hot ground, under the newly discovered shade as Jim worked his way around, securing the canvas to the frame.

Jim was making his way across the third side when he really had to start stretching to grab the canvas which was tight fitting and made it difficult for him to reach. I offered him a ladder, but he said no as he kept on pulling at it and snap by snap getting that much closer to having it finished. He was at the last corner, with just one side remaining when he was right in front of me, a few feet away straining to reach the canvas that I saw the bulge in his pants. I could feel my mouth drop open in awe. Pressed against the inside of his right thigh I saw his enormous penis, it reached about half way down to his knee. I couldn't help but stare at it and marvel at the length and how thick it looked. Completely awestruck doesn't describe how I felt as I watched his enormous cock. I was so curious, I wondered what it looked like, how big it really was, if it would get bigger if he were erect, and I couldn't help but think about how it would feel in my hands, mouth, or pussy. I felt so naughty, even thinking about it made me feel ashamed, but I couldn't stop and the more I told myself it was wrong to even imagine what it felt like, the more I want to find out. I just kept telling myself over and over that I was married, and even though I had stopped masturbating nearly as often as I used to before I got married, I couldn't wait to get inside and take care of myself.

Jim worked away at the cover for the canopy, totally unaware that just a single thin thread of self control kept me from almost begging him to show me the monster that was under his jeans. As he snapped the last button, I got up and excused myself, saying I would be back in a few minutes. I slowly let myself in the house but as soon as the door shut behind me I raced up to my bedroom and in a flash I was on my back, my panties on the floor and a vibrator on my clit. I closed my eyes tightly and images of Jims' jeans with his enormous cock flashed through my mind. Stopping only long enough to grab a dildo, I was back on the bed with my legs spread wide as I started to fuck my soaking wet pussy with the biggest fake cock I had while the vibrator still whirred away at my swollen button. I quickly forced the entire length of the dildo inside me, and held it still, my pussy squeezing it tightly and my legs clamped together making the pressure even more intense as my little aching clit throbbed. In a pounding rush of ecstasy my orgasm took over, crippling me for a minute as the waves of pleasure built then slowly subsided.

Satiated, but a little wobbly on my feet, I stashed my toys and headed back outside to Jim. I had taken no more than ten minutes inside to sooth the desire coming from my loins, calming the yearning for Jim's gigantic cock that tempted every bit of me. I was shocked at myself as I sat down in the first of four patio chairs that Jim had assembled.

My mind was torn but relieved at the same time. I was not one to succumb to fleeting pleasures of the flesh. I had made my husband wait for several months when were dating before I so much as touched his penis. I was never a one date wonder, even as a teenager and in college, I made the handful of man that I slept with wait long enough to make sure they were serious, and not just about getting me in bed. I sat still, recovering from the quick but powerful orgasm just minutes before and knew I had made the right decision in taking care of myself but I still felt guilty, having imagined Jim's cock the whole time. I watched Jim finish the chairs and start on the table, and no matter where I looked, my eyes managed to find their way to Jims' crotch. I got up and headed inside to get Jim another beer then returned to the patio.

"Wow that was fast," I said, "It really went together in a hurry!" Jim just nodded as he tightened the legs of the table. He flipped it over and placed the glass panes in the slots on the top of it.

"There we go," he said as he fitted the last piece of glass, "All done." I could see the sweat pouring off his body, dripping down his muscular back. "How about those shorts?" he asked, "I could really use a quick dip in the pool to cool off right about now!"

"Follow me inside, I'll get you a pair and you can change in the bathroom." I said as I got up from my chair and headed inside. He waited in the kitchen while I hurried upstairs and handed him a pair of my husbands' shorts. I guided him to the bathroom and turned on the light for him. We both tried to go through the doorway at the same time, and were face to face just for a second. I heard him inhale sharply though his nose as we scooted past one another. He closed the door all the way, much to my dismay taking a chance for me to sneak a peek at his enormous cock, which I couldn't seem to get out of my head. Despite having taken care of myself, satisfying an urgent need, I was still totally enthralled with his penis. I started to walk upstairs when all of a sudden I started thinking about being so close to Jim, and the breath he took through his nose. I began to wonder if he could smell the scent from my pussy, if he could detect the aroma of my excitement. I grew nervous and felt as ashamed as ever thinking about how he may know what I ran inside for, he may have figured out at that very moment that I slipped away for ten minutes to masturbate.

I headed back to the kitchen and was only there a moment when Jim walked in. He looked downright silly in my husbands' shorts. The waist was big enough that Jim had to fold it over itself and hold it in his hand to keep them from falling down. "Do you have any safety pins?" He asked, struggling to keep the shorts from slipping down to his hips with each step he took.

I opened the drawer, just out of his view, and moved a few menus from local restaurants aside bring the clear top of the box into view. Just under my fingertips were probably over fifty safety pins. "Nope, sorry, I thought we had some, but there aren't any left." I shrugged and closed the door. Something had taken over me, and my lust was preventing my brain from acting. I wanted to see that huge cock of his, and in a flash I felt myself yearning for it, my loins aching to let it inside. My mind was a mess. I was completely discombobulated, doing and thinking things that were so out of character for me, but I couldn't stop, I was mesmerized by the mere thought of his manhood.

"Oh well," Jim said, "No big deal." He headed outside and jumped right in the pool. He splashed around a bit playfully, constantly pulling the oversized pair of shorts up, trying to keep them from falling off.

"So are you going to hop in or am I swimming alone?" He asked, climbing out of the pool and heading right towards me. With each step I could see his huge meat, even with the cool water that I was sure would cause it to shrink. As he reached the length of his stride, the wet bathing suit became nearly transparent as his skin clung to it, making just a little of his long cock easily visible. He stopped right in front of me, my head level with his crotch, as he reached for his beer. Unable to look away I continued to stare at his long tool as it appeared through the thin shorts he was wearing. I managed to break away from the hypnotizing effect his bulging junk was having on me and got to my feet. Jim dove back in the pool as I made my way to the ladder and started pulling my sun dress up over my head.

I could hear Jim laughing as I worked the dress over my head. I looked right at him, "What is so funny?" I asked.

"What's funny is that I was worried about not having a bathing suit with me and here you are, at your house, with plenty of bathing suits, and you're about to dive in buck naked!" Jim continued laughing.

I felt myself turn bright red as I looked down as saw I was wearing nothing at all, my nipples standing straight out and the small tuft of dark hair just above my pussy in plain view of Jim. I was so embarrassed. It never occurred to me that I forget to put a bathing suit on! I was so wrapped up and distracted by the monster between Jim's legs I didn't even realize what I had done. I remembered starting to head up stairs to get one on, but as it all came back to me, I had been sidetracked thinking Jim may have been able to smell the scent of my arousal when we were in the bathroom that I just plain forgot to put one on. Every single part of my brain told me to run into the house, but instead I did the unthinkable and dove into the pool. I swam the length of it underwater and took a big breath and did it again to the other side. I felt the edge of the pool with my fingers and raised them up, grabbing hold of the edge and with a kick I lifted myself out of the water, my arms straight out and locked. I was about to turn and sit on the edge but as the water ran off my face, I opened my eyes and Jim was standing just a few feet in front of me.

I froze, unable to even breathe as my eyes devoured what they saw. Jim had slipped his trunks off and was naked, facing me, his huge cock dangling between his legs. I could feel the expression of shock on my face, but was helpless to do anything about it. Never before in my life had I seen or heard of a cock that big, I would have sworn it was a fake if it had been a picture. I'm not the best at guessing sizes but this thing had to have been at least ten inches if not longer and it was as thick as big banana. I just couldn't stop staring at it. "Oh my god!" was all I could say. I grew instantly and insanely horny. I pulled myself up one knee at a time, just staring at his cock, "Oh my fucking god." Jim smiled from ear to ear. "Shall, uh, we, ummm," I was stumbling over my words, "go inside, uh, and ummm, get some towels?"

As we walked I found it irresistible and turned my head, watching his long penis swing with each step he took, as if it were really trying to hypnotize me. He followed me to the closet in the hallway, where I grabbed a towel and handed it to him and got one for myself. I dried myself off and watched him towel himself, paying close attention when he started to dry his crotch. I could see his cock grow, just slightly from his touch, getting a little longer and thicker. All I could do was stare at him. He walked away and into the living room and I followed closely behind.