Benefits Of Being A Samaritan, Part 2 - Sex Stories

Benefits Of Being A Samaritan, Part 2

I got up early in the morning. I showered and dressed; I put on my normal work clothes, but I went commando and had nothing on under my pants. I got in the van and headed in Jean’s direction. I didn’t know where she lived, but I had a general idea. Meanwhile, Jean had gotten home the night before, after dropping off her mother, gone straight in the bathroom, gotten undressed and into the shower. Her thoughts kept going over the earlier episode of having just had sex with a complete stranger. As she recalled the moment my cock was sliding into her wet pussy, her hand slipped between her legs; she could still feel the remains of semen inside her. She gently rubbed her fingers up and down her labia, the folds gently opening as her fingers slipped inside her. She put one leg up on the side of the bath for better access, then gently brought herself to a climax. She got out the shower and dried herself off before putting on a long nightdress. She knew there was no point in getting into something sexy. Tony, her husband, hadn’t been near her for over a year. When she climbed into bed, Tony didn’t even move, and she fell asleep almost instantly. When the alarm woke her up with a shock, she quickly turned it off and got up. Going downstairs she put the kettle on and got Tony’s breakfast ready. Everything was normal, Tony got up and was out of the door at his usual time, just a very quick peck on the cheek, out of habit more than any feeling. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It ...

... was 8:15. Was she going to get a phone call? It was just after 8:30 when first I called work, and told them I had jobs booked for that day so I wouldn’t be in the office. I knew I could do the jobs in the afternoon. Then I phoned Jean. She gave me her address, and told me to bring my toolkit with me when I went to the door, that way it wouldn’t look too suspicious to her nosey neighbours. I told her it would take me about half an hour to get there. I knocked on the door, Jean popped her head around the door, and then stepped back to let me in. ‘Go in the kitchen.’ Jean closed the door behind me, making sure it was locked, then followed me into the kitchen. ‘Coffee?’ ‘Yes, please; just milk,’ I replied. The sexual tension in the room was so high; we both knew why I was there. Jean was now dressed in a short silk robe, tied with a bow at her hips. As she bent over to get a cup out of the cupboard, her short robe rode up her back; she had nothing on underneath. As she stood up, still facing the counter, I moved behind her, my right hand slipping into the front of her robe, my left hand firmly place on her left buttock. As my hand slipped in her robe and she tilted her head back, I leaned forward and kissed her neck. Kissing higher up her neck and kissing her lobe, my hand slipped further under her robe until I was cupping her left breast. I was gently lifting and cupping her breast until my fingers found her hard left nipple. I traced round it gently. She reached behind us, her ...