My husband and I live in Sperry, OK, which is a small town just outside of Tulsa. We have a quaint picayune house in a still neighborhood, which is just about perfect for the two of us. Several months ago the plumbery in our kitchen started acting up. Ken, my married man, told me to call a pipe fitter and have someone come to the house to see what was wrong. The plumbing companionship told me they were sending Travis, an live maintenance man, so I could be positive that he'd subscribe care of me.

beingness mid-summer it was already hot in Sooner State, and would get even hotter by the afternoon, so I was trying to stay on cool in a short summertime apparel that buttoned down the movement, with no bra or step-in underneath. I spent near summertime days around the house like this, so didn't really give it a great deal thought. But I probably should feature known that my wearing apparel was a bit too short to be going ranger, and a bit too dilute to be going bra-less….especially given my big, 35E breasts.

It was about 10 am when Travis arrived, so my hubby had already left for employment. No problem….I let Travis in and showed him to the kitchen where the plumbing yield was. I couldn't ignore the appreciative glimpse he kept throwing at my swaying teat underneath my summer dress as we walked from the front door to the kitchen. I also couldn't help but card that Travis was a fairly attractive guy who obviously stayed in honorable chassis for somebody in his late thirty. He was wearing a company shirt and liberal khaki, and once I saw him ogling my bosom, I couldn't help but glance at the growing bulge in his shorts. It was big ! I smiled to myself as I explained the trouble we were having under the kitchen sink.

Travis listened to the symptoms I described, then opened the storage locker under the sump and crawled halfway in, checking out the connectors between the dishwasher, garbage electric pig and primary sink. As he lay there on his rachis with his head, arms and dresser hidden by the return, I took my time checking out the package between his leg. I was a bit surprised to comment that his shorts had ridden up on his thighs and the head of his long ray was actually sticking about an in below the tooshie of his unloosen shorts. As he poked and jostled around under the sink cabinet, his shorts kept riding up his thigh even further, and after a few second I could see a fully 2 column inch of his cock hanging below the hem of his shorts.

I stood next to the rejoinder as he checked out the leaking pipes, and when he had figured it out, he pulled his head from under the cabinet to tell me what the job was. His eyes focused immediately under my dress, and onto my spare puss back talk between my slightly spread legs. He continued eyeing my crotch as he told me I had three different issues causing the leaks under the swallow hole. As he explained the job, I glanced over to his crotch and noticed that his shaft had grown and was now sticking out past the hem of his shorts by at least 4 inches, and starting to strain against the material trying to hold it in. I couldn't aid but notice that my pussy was getting moist, and my nipples were getting starchy, causing blow to appear through the dilute material of my dress.

When he finished explaining the leak payoff he'd found, I told him we needed to foretell my husband to see how he wanted this handled. He agreed, and we both stepped into the family room to make the shout. I sat on one incline of the couch, with my articulatio cubiti resting on the arm of the couch as I called Ken at the situation. As soon as Ken answered, I began describing the job, as Travis had relayed it to me. As this conversation got going, I looked over at Travis, who was standing next to where I sat on the couch, and with a sly grin on his face, he unzipped his fly and fished out his growing tool. My eyebrows shot up, and I looked from his mother fucker up to Travis'eyes and back again to his dick. It was huge ! It wasn't fully set up yet, but it was already about 9"long, and looked to be very thick.

I surprised myself, and maybe Travis, too, when I didn't say anything about this to Ken. Instead, I just kept discussing the bathymetry issues Travis had found, while keeping my oculus focused on the massive pole Travis had gripped in his hand. Taking this as a green light, Travis stepped closer and actually stuck the tip of his semi-hard cock into my back talk as I was listening to Ken's response. I kind of surprise myself even more by taking Travis'cock deeper into my mouth and quietly sucking on it while Ken was talking. When I needed to respond to a interrogation Ken asked, I pulled Travis'whoreson from my mouth with my manus, and started stroking it as I answered Ken.

At one point Ken asked to mouth with Travis, so I handed the phone up to him as I continued jerking his cock with my other manus. As Ken asked Travis for more details, I put Travis'now fully erect dick back into my sass, bobbing my head back and Forth River on it, as I pumped the shot with my hired hand. Travis looked down at me and smiled as he continued answering Ken's head. Then, as he held the sound in his left hand, he reached down with his ripe helping hand and unbuttoned the buttons on my sundress, allowing my big titmouse to topple out. While he provided more particular to Ken on the sound, he massaged my boobs with his free hired hand, occasionally pinching my stiffening nipples. Meanwhile I kept jerking his shaft, while I sucked on the head of his cock trench in my mouth.

In a surprise motion, Travis pulled his corpse rod out of my oral cavity, pulled my unbuttoned dress off, and turned me around so that my au naturel ass and pussy were facing him, and my weapon system and shoulders were facing the back of the sofa….all while continuing his account to Ken on the earphone. With his disengage hand he lined up the brain of his 10"rod with my douse pussy sassing and, with a huge poking, shoved his rock music hard cock oceanic abyss into my slit. I stifled a groan as he started ramming his shaft into and out of my wet kitty-cat, hitting all the decently spots with his massive extremity. In a perfect good example of frightening timing, Ken asked Travis to hand the phone back to me. So, as I knelt on the lounge, with my vagina being hammered from behind, while my heavy tits swung wildly beneath me, I listened to Ken tell me what he'd agreed to experience Travis do.

"So, do you have all that, Monica ?"Ken asked.

Trying desperately not to let him hear my grunts and moan, I said,"Yeah….I think I got all of it."

Meanwhile, Travis had picked up the stride and was slamming his cock into my pussy with abandon. I stuffed my hired man in my mouth as an amazing orgasm ripped through my consistence. Ken was telling me which bank account to pay the plumbing bill with, and ( fortunately ) didn't signified that I was creaming all over Travis'huge shaft as he spoke. As I was trying to quietly bask my coming, Travis suddenly grabbed my pelvic girdle, shoved his shaft as far into me as it would go and exploded inside me, sending ropes of cum deep into my cunt. Fortunately, he only let out a low growl as he ejaculated, which Ken didn't hear on his end of the phone, since he was still talking.

Travis finished pumping his seed into my pussy, then just continued slowly sliding his softening shaft in and out of my dripping wet cunt as we both caught our breather. Once Ken had told me everything he needed me to do, we both said our au revoir,"I love you's ”, and ended the call.

Travis and I looked at each early and smiled…."Holy shit, that was great !"he said.

"I know, right ?"I said.

He said,"OK, I've got to get to form now ”, and he walked into the kitchen with his hawkshaw still hanging out of his khaki's, swinging back and forth as he walked, like he didn't have a care in the world.

I put my clothes back on and buttoned just the bottom two clit, leaving my bare tits to wobble and swing as I followed Travis into the kitchen. I've always enjoyed the feeling of my unchained boobs bouncing around after I've orgasmed, so this was adding to my post-climax pleasure. As Travis stuck his head and articulatio humeri back under the sink, I took a towel and cleaned the mix of cum and pussy juices from my dripping puss, then watched him figure out his plumbing wizardly as we chatted. I couldn't help myself…..my eyes kept locking onto his spent shaft, still hanging out of his shortstop and draped across one thigh, as he lay on his spine working under the sink.

After a few hour I moved from standing by the counter to sitting on the storey next to his pelvis. I reached over with my mitt and began gently stroking his flaccid dig, occasionally toying a little with the big mushroom-shaped cloud head. Travis moaned in grasp and spread his legs a petty, but otherwise just kept working on the sink. After a few instant of jerking his cock like this, the temptation got the easily of me, and I leaned over and sucked the tip of his incision into my mouth. I began sliding my head up and down on his shaft, feeling it stiffen in my hands and back talk. Travis'moan got a piffling louder, and in no time he was fully put up again. I continued pumping his shaft with my mitt and sucking the tip of his dick with my mouth for various minutes, enjoying the noises Travis was making from inside the sinkhole cabinet.

Suddenly, Travis caught his breath, pushed his rock hard rod deep into my oral fissure, and shot a massive freight of cum down my pharynx, rocking his pelvis in rhythm with my pumping handwriting as he did. He kept shoving his rose hip into my face, over and over, as he continued shooting streams of jizzm into my sassing. I swallowed his integral cargo, sucking and licking his cock clean when he was finally done cumming. Afterwards I entertained myself by fondling and stroking Travis'flaccid cock as he continued working on the problems with the sink.

When he was finally done, I wrote him a check for his work, then went with him to the battlefront door….me toying with his dangling dick, and him playing with my knocker while we walked. At the door, I shoved his turncock back inside his khaki's and pulled up his zipper, while he gave my boobs a last power play before slipping them back inside my dress and buttoning me up.

I said,"That was amazing, Travis…..I really enjoyed it."With a grin, I added,"But, honestly, I hope we never have to call you again."

He laughed and said,"I totally get that. I hope you don't need to send for me again, either."

As I closed the door behind him, I smiled and thought to myself,"I definitely know who I'll address the succeeding metre my bathymetry needs some attention. ”