Landscaper Gets Lucky On The Job - Sex Stories

Landscaper Gets Lucky On The Job

... before. I announced I was about to cum and she quickly withdrew me from her mouth. She positioned her knees astraddle my thighs, her moist pussy hovering over my pulsating cock. As she lowered herself on to my pelvis, she took my cock in hand and slid the tip end over her clit several times. Finally, she put me at right the just spot and I slipped inside of her as she lowered her weight on to me. She was a tight fit. She slowly and rhythmically rocked back and forth with me inside of her. We quickly gathered more speed as the juices began to flow. She leaned forward and placed her hands on my chest, as she bit down on her lower lip. Her long brown hair framed an angelic face, which changed colors about three different times in just a few seconds. She balled up her fists as the first orgasm rocked her tiny body, flooding me with her womanly juices. I grunted with each hip thrust as she rocked back and forth rapidly on top of me. I shot my load so hard and forcefully, I thought for sure, it would come out the opposite end of her. One, two, three, four bursts of cum. I held onto her hips as I shot my load. She shuddered and her body quivered. I knew that both of us had quickly reached our peak potential. I pulled her forward and our lips met in a sweet and soft kiss. Our tongues darted out of each other’s orifices, like the flames from a campfire. I gathered my stuff and quickly dressed, because I ...

... was really behind at this point. I gathered my tools and loaded the mower back into the trailer. I was tired and spent, but somehow managed to get all of the assigned areas done. The next week, before I started on the same address, I rang the doorbell, just to announce my presence. An older lady, about fifty answered the door. “Are you the lady of the house,” I asked. “Yes, I am,” she replied. I was curious. “Last week, when I mowed your lawn, there was a young lady here...” I began. “Oh…” the older lady replied, “That must have been my daughter, Julie. She comes by every now and then when we are gone to keep an eye on things. Did you meet her?” “Yes,” I replied, “I met her.” “A lovely girl,” the older lady replied. “I hope she was hospitable.” I had to admit that she was very hospitable. “Great!” the older lady responded. “She can sometimes be a pill, so I have to stay on it.” “No, she was great,” I replied. I just wanted to tell her thank you for making my day with her gift of kindness. The older lady looked at me and smiled. “I’m glad to know she was kind,” she remarked. “I’ll tell her you came by and asked about her.” “No,” I responded, “I’d rather just remain her anonymous lover.” I proffered a wink. The older lady smiled. I’m still not sure she understood. I retreated to the trailer and pulled down my mower, pulled on the chord and smiled. Sometimes, this job isn’t as bad as I think it is.