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Unexpected Text Messages

... get down. Can you please pass them down to me?"

I climbed the ladder and moved the hatch lid. As I did, one of the hinges came loose. I said, "Can you get me a screwdriver, and I will fix this lid before I go any further?"

I was now standing on the ladder on or about the fifth rung, facing outwards, trying to mend the loft hatch.

Chloe disappeared for a few minutes, then returned with a screwdriver, which she passed to me. To do this, she had to climb a few steps, which left her face in line with my growing erection.

As she passed me the screwdriver, I felt her brush against my cock. I figured, as we were near one another, this was accidental.

I started with the repair job and was removing the old screws when I felt a tug on my shorts; then, they were being dragged down and ended up around my ankles.

I could feel Chloe's hot breath on my balls, and I made it clear to her that I needed my shorts pulled back up.

There was little chance of that, as she took my now fully erect cock in her hand and was gently rubbing along its length.

I looked down through the hatch, and we made eye contact. Chloe smiled at me with her cheeky grin and started to kiss my balls; then she started licking along its length while I was trying to concentrate on my repair job.

I was in ...

... heaven. Chloe removed her robe, so she was now topless and looking amazing. She climbed up another step, positioned her breasts on either side of my cock, and gave me a slow tit wank.

I continued with the job at hand but was finding it impossible to concentrate, especially when Chloe took my cock in her mouth and commenced with her expert blowjob technique.

I could not help myself and started to rock gently, almost fucking her mouth. Chloe alternated from sucking me to kissing my length and licking the tip, swirling her tongue around my pee hole.

When she went back to sucking me, I was in no position to last as she allowed me to fill her mouth with jet after jet of my hot, sticky stuff. She then wanked at me, spraying the last few shots over her face and into her mouth.

When she had finished with me, she kissed the end of my cock, thanked me, and walked away, leaving me on the ladder with an erection and my shorts around my ankles.

I called out, "What about the boxes?"

She replied, "I don't need them now; perhaps you can come back and get them another time."

I finished the repair and put the tools and my cock away. I went downstairs and found Chloe sitting in the kitchen.

She stood up, kissed me, and said, "Same time tomorrow?"

I replied, "Yes, please." And left.