Home Improvements

She was after a new French dresser, but nothing had come close to what she had in mind. There was a local wood shop in the next village that had been recommended, but it was on the pricey side, but It was worth a shot.

She had usually had to consult on large new purchases for the house, but since the divorce, she could choose what she wanted. After buying him out and the divorce finally reaching a settlement was systematically removing him from the house. She had started on the master bedroom, and the kitchen was next.

She called into the shop on a Friday afternoon after finishing early. As she entered the shop, a bell rang in the back. After a few minutes, a chap appeared out of the back. He was early thirties, tall, possibly 6"2 with wavy jet-black hair with sawdust in it and covering his blue overalls. He smiled and was friendly and confident and introduced himself as Jon and asked how he could help. She explained what she wanted, and he arranged to call round on Tuesday evening to measure up.

She couldn't help noticing that he smelt amazing a mixture of strong musky cologne and hard graft she felt her pussy tremble as she drank him in and became now conscious of the fabric of her lace knickers becoming wet. It must have been this flush that caught Jon's attention as he smiled to say she you next week.

When she went home, Jon was on her mind. Sex with her ex-husband had, in the early years, been good when he was younger and fitter; the thought of such a strong younger man taking her was captivating. She had always wanted to be picked up and fucked hard but her ex couldn't manage to pull it off!. She imagined Jon's strong arms and muscular arse could handle picking her up while he thrusted his hard cock inside her. She grabbed a glass of vino and ran a bath as she soaked, she thought of Jon and as she rubbed and explored first her folds, then caressing and circling her swollen clit she stroked it fast and hard to efficiently bring herself to orgasm as she had been so accustomed to in her marriage and looked forward to Tuesday.

On Tuesday, she was feeling excited to see Jon. The dresser was the least of her concerns. She was feeling very horny. She put on a classic-looking green dress that came to just above the knee. She had paired this with green full contrast stockings and garter belt she had laid out her matching green lace knickers but has then just thought fuck it and left them off. The ring doorbell went off, and she could see it was Jon on her phone. He has a Crisp shirt on with the arms rolled up, with a pair of blue jeans and brown shoes. She went and opened the door, as she opened the door, the cold outside air rushed in, and she felt it on her bare, wet pulse. Again, she must have given him the same look as she did in the shop.

He this time gave her a knowing grin as she led him to the kitchen. He put his case on the floor and bent down to get his measure she could see his muscular arse and it was every bit as tight as she imagined she now also noticed his balls as he bent down and was now imagining the length and girth of what was attached all the time becoming wetter and wetter the cold air of the kitchen enhanced the awareness. Jon then pulled out a small step ladder and asked her how high she wanted the dresser. She tried to explain, but he didn't understand, so he asked her to show him.

She felt a flush of warmth throughout her body as she knew what she was going to do. She accepted the offer and slowly climbed the steps. As she reached the fourth step, she leant forward and she felt her dress riding up. She could feel a drop of her wetness run down her thighs in as she knew that he could see her moist glistening Pusey as she turned around Jon was transfixed on her tight little slit and was stroking his cock though his jeans.

She smiled and said confidently, "Do you like what you see? "Jon mumbled a yes as he was clearly taken aback. "Would you like to taste this wet Pusey of mine?" Jon uttered another mumbled yeah! She put her hands on the wall to steady herself and said We'll get over here then. She pulled her dress up over her bottom and lent forward she knew that her pussy was being beautifully framed by her stockings and garter belt she exclaimed "I bet you've not seen many of these" Jon grinned as he hadn't and moved forward now closer enough to smell her sweet feminine musk. He placed his tongue at the back of her knee and ran it all up her inner thigh to the base of her Pusey. He began to explore her folds with his tongue, drinking in her wetness; he was eager yet controlled. He began to lap with flat broad strokes from the base to her clit she moans with each contact. "That's it" she commanded, "lick it hard" as he did his base kicks became lower and lower until the tip of his tongue brushed her arse hole. As it did, she moaned a guttural moan in response Jon took a big lap of her arse hole as she squirmed with pleasure. "Lick my fucking arse hole you dirty bastard" she exclaimed as she bent further forward exposing herself more. The pleasure was intense but she wanted to see that cock! Was it as big as she imagined? She stepped down from the ladder and said "let's see that cock of yours." Jon smiled knowingly as she was not about to be disappointed!

Jon brushed his jeans to straighten his zip as his cock has already created a bulge. He undid his belt and zipped down his jeans with one quick movement, and pulled his jeans down. She knelt in front of him and held his shear boxers with both hands. As she pulled them down his cock sprung up, there was an audible slap as his long fat cock hit his firm flat muscular stomach. It was a sight to behold, long maybe 8 /9 inches, but my god was it thick and hard. "That a beautiful cock" she exclaimed and opened her mouth to take it all in normally with her Ex she would build up but she wanted to taste this like a greedy little slut. She bobbed her head up and down whilst cupping his balls, she struggled to get it in and was angling the tip towards her cheek. As she knelt, she was now as wet as she'd ever been. It was as if her Pusey knew what it needed to take such a large member. Her wetness now ran down both her less and down onto her already wet and eaten arse hole. Jon groaned, but she was not interested. Jon was just one giant fuck stick to be used. She couldn't take it any longer, she got up from her knees and moved to the kitchen counter, where she positioned herself to the kitchen security camera. She wanted to recorded this to see how a real man fucks.

Jon kicked off his shoes and removed his jeans and boxers. She took off her dress and bra but left her stockings on. Jon moved towards her with his throbbing cock in hand he pull her towards him. As she put her legs over his shoulders. He pumped his cock twice and then pushed in the whole tip. As he did, she could feel herself stretching and moaned loudly she angled her pelvis to accommodate him further as he push himself it until she could feel his balls against her arse. He began to fuck her hard and fast each thrust seemingly more powerful than the next but she knew want she was going to do next!

She has waited a long time for this. "Pick me up" she demanded Jon looked her in the eyes "pick me up and pound me like a dirty little bitch" Jon put his hands around her waist and pulled her upwards. He took a step back and balanced himself she held tightly round his neck as he proceeded to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. Wave after wave of Jon's hard cock relentlessly thrusting in unison with waves and waves of pleasure. "Make me come like this, make me fucking come" she now shouted. Her orgasm built and built until a blinding release. She came hard on Jon's cock shaking and her Pusey contracting. As she did, she could feel Jon jerking, emptying himself inside her. Those big balls were full of thick, warm come. As he vocalised his climax, he lowered her onto the ground. Thick white came running out of her. She turned to the camera to make sure the sticky hot mess was recorded. As it dripped down her legs, she reached between her thighs and scooped the deposit. She sucked the still warm come off her fingers Jon looked a little flushed.

She wondered what made him occur when he came back to fit the dresser and could not wait to watch her filthy little show?