The Birthday Purchase

Michelle was speeding down the backroads on a warm Wednesday afternoon, she had just left the gym and her yoga pants were still damp from the afternoon's session with her yoga group. Her ample chest bounced around, barely constrained by her sports bra and thin, quarter zip blue sweatshirt. She was running late for this event and she hated being late.

Her husband's birthday was today and she had found the perfect thing for him, a brand-new in-box table saw, exactly the one he had wanted for a long time. She found it way out here, in beyond fucking Egypt and luckily the current owner wanted only a few hundred dollars for it. Thank god, because full price was immense.

She pulled off the road and into a gravel driveway, her SUV's tires crackling over the broken gravel. She stared at the houses white peeling paint, it's windows hazed over with dust and look like it had been decades since they had been washed. Whatever, this was going to be a really quick transaction, or so she hoped.

Michelle had barely gotten out of the car and shut the door when an older man appeared in front of her, his small beer belly protruding over his pants and a leering grin, the cheek filled with tobacco juice look over her sweating and ample body.

"Damn lady," he said, "You came tearin' up my driveway. You must be in an awful damn big hurry. I'm Jack, you are Mee-shell?" he drawled.

She winced a bit at his pronunciation, "Yes, I'm here for the saw, I'm a bit of hurry, is it still available?"

He nodded, "Yup, and we had agreed on what? $350?"

"Yes sir, we had," she reached into her purse, her thick, firm bottom exposed to Jack as she rummaged through the large bag, looking for her cash.

Jack took this time to admire this sweet beauty, not too many women come out this way to buy tools and this one. Goddamn was she pretty. Mid height, but hazel eyes and long dark hair. She was a little plump, which he enjoyed and it was clear that she kept herself in fine shape. His cock twitched, thinking on how it would feel to have her full lips wrapped around his sweaty cock. And then he hatched a plan. There was no way this sweet little thing could get that heavy ass saw into her trunk. Not without his help.

Michelle turned around, producing a think stack of bills, three hundreds and a fifty. "Here you go," she said, "Would you mind showing me where it is?"

Jack nodded and told her to follow him. He kept it in his shed, a little ways back from the house, out of sight from the rural road, but exposed to his friend Dale's house, but Dale would need his good binoculars to see and if he did, so what? His plan was coming a bit more together.

He showed her the interior of the shed and she gasped at the size of box, it looked massive, just barely small enough to get into the trunk and there was no way she could lift this.

"Jack," she said, turning to him, batting her long eyelashes, "do you think you could help me out and get this into my car for me?"

He smirked, "No ma'am, I'm sorry, but our agreement was for the saw, delivery or loading assistance was not included."

Gobsmacked she tried to not show how annoyed she was with this. "Are you fucking serious?" she blurted it, "That's fucking typical."

"Well sorry miss, but a deal's a deal. If you need my help, it's another $350."

Her face must have registered anger because Jack looked both irritated and pleased when she reacted to the amount, "I don't have that kind of money!"

"You're in a bit of pickle," he said, sitting on an old milk crate, "but I think a nice, smart gal like yourself could barter with me a bit. Here's my deal: You strip real nice for me, maybe let me paw at ya a bit and I'll load it into your car for free."

Now the anger really welled up inside her. This fucking ignorant hillbilly was going to take advantage of her! Fucking hell, "Strip is a little much, I'll take my shirt off and that's that, but the bra stays on."

He shook his head, "No miss, I'm sorry, but I need the full monty as they say and perhaps you leave some undies for me now."

Anger flushed in her cheeks and she felt her chest redden with both arousal and a little bit of fear. But, she was running out of options. Her husband would be home in a three hours and it was a good 45 minute drive back to the city. She would need this man's help. "Fine," she said, steam practically hissing out of her ears.

Jack leaned back, "That's a good girl. Now you do it out in the open, so I can see the light hit you just right. Don't worry, only way anyone gonna see ya is with a good pair of binoculars and ain't nobody around here have a good set". It was a little white lie, he knew damn well that his weird buddy Dale had a great pair binoculars he used to duck hunting and he knew damn well that Dale would be looking, but she don't need to know that now.

Michelle stepped into the open, fuming now, but still, Jack had to hand it to her, she did an excellent job. She started with her sweatshirt, one of those slick, shiny ones he sees all the wives wear when he goes into town. He had to admit, they looked odd, but they always look good on the wives. He was surprised at how large her breasts were, even strapped down in that tight white, opaque mesh sports bra, he could tell this woman was packing.

She smiled, a bit seductively he thought, maybe a bit evil and hooked her fingers under the waistband of her black yoga pants. She turned away from him and slightly bent over to slid them down. This woman's ass was incredible! Jack nearly fell off of his crate. She had a simple black thong on, but her ass cheeks framed it perfectly. She was a bit tanned, not too much. Soon, she was just standing there, dancing to some invisible song only she heard.

Jack was captivated. His hand reached into his pants and slowly started stroking. Michelle noticed, "Naughty Jack. You can pull it out if you want," she purred, "It's ok, I'm still pissed, but you might as well get your 'money's worth'".

He did just that, pulling off his jeans and exposing his cock. Michelle was pleased. It wasn't the biggest, honestly it was about the same size and girth as her husbands, but it was rock hard and straight. Not bad for a man in his mid 60s she thought. He kept the hair shaved, even around the balls. "It gets hot out here, I don't like that hair down there" he said as his hand moved to the shaft and slowly stroked it. She could see him leaking some precum.

She shimmied closer, pulling off her bra, fully exposing her 42DD chest now to the open, thick, heavy air. Her nipples instantly hardened, two large brown nubs in that air and she realized how fucking aroused she actually was.

Jack stopped stroking and spit in his hand, then resumed. "Goddamn lady, those are some of the most impressive tits I've ever seen."

"Thank you Jack," she said as she moved closer yet. Now she slid her panties off, in one quick motion, exposing her waxed pussy for him. "I too don't like hair down there."

Jack quickened his stroking as Michelle sunk to her knees and crawled right up to his spread legs, her knees cold on the smooth concrete. "Mmm, Jack," she purred, that honeyed voice dripping in the humid air, "I'm going to rub myself off, right here in front of you," she handed him her panties, "You can use that to cum in and you can keep those."

Jack took the thong, smelling her scent and eagerly wrapped it around his cock and watched as she leaned back, her ass touching the concrete as she spread her lips just a bit and licked her fingers before rubbing her clit. He was breathing heavy and hard and so was she, their gasps in rhythm with one another as the two horny people, separated by a short distance watched each other's eyes as their desire filled their minds.

Michelle gasped a bit louder as her orgasm approached, filling her body with that delicious flood of endorphins as she felt herself close and slightly convulse. The wave of pleasure forcing her to quake and her breasts moved in time with her movements. Jack on the other hand closed his eyes and felt his scrotum tighten. He knew he was close and he wanted to watch this slutty wife in-front of him, but he could not.

Michelle finished and felt a small aftershock and opened her eyes to see Jack trying to finish. She slid her wet hand to his and cupped his sack and gently squeezed, "Finish for me Jack." And he did.

Jack let out a louder yelp than he had intended to, but her warm, damp hand on his balls was too much. He felt himself now tighten and release, filling the woman's panties with thick ropes of white hot cum. He pulsed for what seemed like forever.

After a few minutes, the two of them came out of their horny haze. "So Jack," Michelle said, standing and putting on her pants, then her bra, and then her sweatshirt. She fluffed her and and walked over to the naked, sweating man and leaned down into his blissed out face, "would you please put the fucking saw in my fucking car?"

He swallowed and croaked out through a dry mouth, "Yes miss."