It was one of those Monday holidays that 's not really a vacation, but sometimes you still get the day off from work. My mother was planning to go out for the day and do some shopping. I was supposed to go, but then we needed to get the furnace cleaned. I told her that I would sting around the house and waiting for the service man. I was 29 eld old and I had a wonderful career, but not much of a erotic love biography. I had my share of hot guys and mostly one-night stands, but that 's about it. I was n't really complaining too much though. The last time I had sex was with this hot 21-year-old delivery guy that came to our office to delivery some desks. All it took was a little flirting and during my lunch break we were in the bathroom cubicle with his pants around his ankle and his huge cock buried inside of me. It was hot, I 'll accommodate. I snapped back to reality when I realized that the guy coming over the clean the furnace would be Mr. Martelli. He was a decent old man that I had known pretty a lot all of my life. Definitely no plans to bear my way with him.

It was around one in the afternoon and my mom was out shopping with her girl. She called about ten proceedings ago to see if Mr. Martelli had arrived. `` Not yet, '' I said while making some small talking and trying not to opine how I was wasting a perfectly good day off. Just then there was a rap on the backdoor. I opened it and was surprised to see a rather attractive Whitney Moore Young Jr. man standing there in blue study pant and a matching twinkle blue-blooded work shirt. `` I 'm here for the furnace, '' the young man said. `` Oh, descend in, '' I said as I got over my initial surprise that it was n't the old man I was expecting. `` I was expecting Mr. Martelli, '' I said as I led the Thomas Young man carrying the portable vacuum to the basement. `` My grandad is fussy on another job so he sent me, '' the young man said. `` Great, as long as you can get the job done, '' I said in an endeavour to be firm. After all, I was a woman home alone with a repairman - granted, he was a cunning repairman though.

'' Believe me, I know how to get the job done, '' the young man replied in what appeared to be a come-on. `` Why do n't you get your equipment out and get to run then, '' I said while heading back upstairs to the kitchen. I could n't serve but notice his firm, round ass as he bent down to plug in his portable vacuum machine to take up cleaning the furnace. I was upstairs sipping some chocolate when he came up the stairs and said `` All done. '' `` Great, here 's your money, '' I said while going to the table and getting the envelope my mom had left. He was kinda dirty from cleaning out the furnace, so I slipped the money in his shirt scoop. I could n't help but notice his firm pectoral muscle as I slipped the envelope inside and buttoned his shirt pocket.

'' A little young to be a fully fledged repairman, '' I said trying to ca-ca humble talking as the young man got pulled out his cellphone to call his grandfather. `` Yeah, I 'm just about done here, '' he said before he hung up. `` Just about done, '' I asked. `` Is there something else you have to do. '' `` Maybe, '' the Lester Willis Young man said with a grinning. `` I think you better leave. I do n't even know your name, '' I half-protested not wanting to admit that I found him incredibly hot and was n't totally against the estimation of some early afternoon sex. `` I go to college and I help my grandfather out on the side of meat. And my name 's Kyle, '' he said. `` Nice to meet you, I 'm Amanda, '' I said as Kyle put his toolbox down on the table. `` Do you bear in mind, it gets kinda heavy, '' he said with a grinning. `` You might as well put the vacuity affair down to, '' I said while returning the smile. `` I see it 's got a big hose, '' I added. I could n't consider how I resorted to being this cheesy with my return come-on.

'' You like big hoses, '' Kyle said with a smile as he put the portable vacuum down on the floor and stepped closer to me. I rested my mitt on his thorax through his shirt. `` tactile property like you workout, '' I said. `` Yeah, almost casual, '' Kyle responded. He told me he was on the college wrestle and track squad. My minded drifted to what he would calculate like in one of those singlets that leave little the resource. `` So, you said you were home alone, '' Kyle said with a sexy grinning. `` Yeah, my mom is out shopping, but she might be back literal soon though, so maybe we should n't ...., '' I said as Kyle started unbuttoning his blue employment shirt. `` What are you doing, '' I semi-protested. `` Letting you check out the equipment, '' Kyle said while undoing the end button as his shirt drifted unfastened to disclose a hefty chest and six-pack abs.

'' We should n't ... '' was all I managed to say before I reached for the rap buckle on Kyle 's work pants. `` What are you doing, '' he mocked as he grabbed my hand. `` Just checking out the equipment, '' I said with a smiling as I undid his belt buckle. My hand brushed across the well up nous of what appeared to be a decent sized cock hidden under his zipper. `` Looks like you got some nice equipment here, '' I said will starting to slew down his zipper as my script pressed against the rapidly growing shaft of his cock. : '' You have no fuckin idea, '' Kyle said while dropping any attempt to be subtle. His pants dropped around his mortise joint as he stood there in ovalbumin bagger briefs that did little to obscure his huge erection. He kicked off his pant out of the way and said `` So, where you wan na do this '' as he pulled my blind drunk white top over my head and started unhooking my bra.

'' Living elbow room '' was all I could grapple to say as Kyle picked me up and carried me to the couch. He pulled down my pants and panties and lowered me to the lounge. He slipped his pugilist Jockey shorts off and out sprang what appeared to be a 9-10 inch cock with a huge mushroom cloud head and equally plank Lucille Ball. `` Is it true what they say about Italians, '' I playfully asked while grabbing onto Kyle 's mesomorphic back. `` You 're about to fuckin find out, '' Kyle said as he eased his huge cock inside of me. I could n't believe how big and thick he was. It was about as thick as a can of Coke - literally. I could n't help but originate screaming and moaning as Kyle eased that Italian monster inside of me. He showed no mercy, clearly understanding that this was meant to be a hot fuck with no strings attached.

Kyle worked himself up to a excited pace as the couch strained from his efforts. `` You want my fuckin jizz inside of you baby, '' Kyle asked as he got ready to bollocks up. `` screw yeah, '' was all I could say as he Kyle buried his cock deep inside of my drenched pussycat a few more times before finally unloading a forceful bam of cum inside of me. I was amazed at how he kept shooting like a firing hose out of ascendance. After a few minutes of almost non-stop cumming, Kyle eased his Italian behemoth out of me. As he sat next to me on the sofa with stage spread, I put my hands on his sinewy second joint and looked at his now-soft cock. `` You like my equipment, '' Kyle said with a smile. `` impressive, '' I said as I reached between his legs and cupped his monumental egg. Even flaccid, Kyle 's dick was amazingly heavyset. It was n't long before Kyle started to uprise to the function again.

'' Want some more, '' he said. `` I ca n't, my mother should be back from her day of shopping soon, '' I said as Kyle got a gleam in his eye and stood up and reached to pick me up. `` What are you doing. '' I said. `` Let 's try it in a bed, '' Kyle said with a husky growl in his interpreter. By the time we got upstairs, Kyle was sporting a huge hard-on again. `` Which one, '' Kyle asked while carrying me in his impregnable munition. `` On the left, '' I said as Kyle rushed into the bedroom and dropped me on the bed. `` On your hands and knee, '' Kyle ordered as he got behind me and shoved his Brobdingnagian Italian prick interior of me again. My tits were bouncing as Kyle worked himself up to a phrenetic pace.

Kyle let out some sexy masculine groans as he rammed his big, thick-skulled cock in and out of me at a steady gait. I still could n't grasp how buddy-buddy this stud was. It was like being impaled. I felt every individual inch of his huge peter as it slammed in and out of my dripping wet pussy. Kyle pulled out just as he was fix to tout and got on top of me and shoved his rod back in and went to town. After a few more minutes of big obligation pumping, Kyle pulled out again and grabbed his peter to confine it steady as he spewed cum all over my stomach and titmouse. Even he had a hard time trying to hold onto his massively thick devil as it shot like a fervidness hose.

As Kyle 's erection started to subside, I pushed him down on the bed and started licking his chest and stomach. I playfully moved to his brawny thigh, which were like Tree shorts. Then I looked up into his center and stuck out my tongue and licked his spend a penny snatch. I tasted a few drops of cum left over from his hold out eruption. I started to slide his still semi-hard Italian sausage balloon into my mouth as Kyle let out a sonant moan. It took a few minutes of heavy duty suck, but it was n't long before Kyle was back in business, so to talk. I eased my mouthpiece down as much of his monster as I could take. I have actually sucked guy cable with as practically duration as Kyle before, just not with this astounding girth. I got about halfway down before I felt a vellication in Kyle 's dick. After a few Thomas More minutes of caressing his sausage, Kyle blew in my mouth. Cum was oozing out of my mouth as I kept up my steady sucking pace until Kyle finally deflating again. Even indulgent, Kyle was an impressive sight to behold.

Just then, I heard a car door shaft outside. I figured it was my mother. Even though I 'm a grown cleaning lady, I still was n't ready to explicate why I was naked with the repairman 's grandson. We rushed downstairs and Kyle hurried to get back into his workplace wearing apparel. `` Your Boxer Jockey shorts, '' I said while quickly stuffing his underwear under the put shock absorber as my female parent came in from the kitchen. `` This is Mr. Martellis'grandson, '' I said as Kyle made his way to the front room access. `` Nice to meet you, '' he said with a smiling that was clearly directed at me. I caught a fast glimpse of the outline of Kyle 's stopcock in his work pants as he left. `` How was your afternoon honey, '' my mother asked as I helped her with her packages. `` Just fine. Kyle got the job done, '' I said while fighting back a snicker .