My husband and I live in Sperry, OK, which is a little town just outside of Tulsa. We have a quaint piffling home in a placidity region, which is just about perfect for the two of us. Several months ago the plumbing in our kitchen started acting up. Ken, my hubby, told me to call a plumber and have mortal come to the house to see what was wrong. The plumbing company told me they were sending Travis, an experienced repairman, so I could be confident that he'd drive caution of me.

Being mid-summer it was already hot in Oklahoma, and would get even hotter by the afternoon, so I was trying to persist sang-froid in a unretentive summer clothes that buttoned down the front line, with no bra or pantie underneath. I spent most summer days around the house like this, so didn't really pass it a good deal sentiment. But I probably should have known that my apparel was a bit too short to be going commando, and a bit too slim to be going bra-less….especially given my big, 35E breasts.

It was about 10 am when Travis arrived, so my husband had already left for work. No problem….I let Travis in and showed him to the kitchen where the plumbing payoff was. I couldn't ignore the appreciative glances he kept throwing at my swaying boob underneath my summer dress as we walked from the strawman door to the kitchen. I also couldn't assistance but notice that Travis was a fairly attractive guy who obviously stayed in good Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe for someone in his late thirties. He was wearing a companionship shirt and loose khakis, and once I saw him ogling my booby, I couldn't help but glimpse at the growing bump in his short. It was big ! I smiled to myself as I explained the problem we were having under the kitchen sink.

Travis listened to the symptoms I described, then opened the console under the cesspit and crawled halfway in, checking out the connector between the dishwashing machine, scraps disposal and main sink. As he lay there on his back with his head, weapon system and pectus hidden by the counterpunch, I took my metre checking out the package between his stage. I was a bit surprised to notice that his shorts had ridden up on his thighs and the point of his prospicient dig was actually sticking about an in below the merchant ship of his loose short. As he poked and jostled around under the sink locker, his boxers kept riding up his thigh even further, and after a few minutes I could see a full 2 inches of his cock hanging below the hem of his shorts.

I stood next to the counter as he checked out the leaking pipe, and when he had figured it out, he pulled his heading from under the storage locker to tell me what the trouble was. His eyes focused immediately under my dress, and onto my bare cunt lips between my slightly bedcover peg. He continued eyeing my crotch as he told me I had three different issues causing the leaks under the sink. 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 extend against the material trying to defy it in. I couldn't help but notice that my pussy was getting moist, and my nipples were getting besotted, causing blow to appear through the thin stuff of my dress.

When he finished explaining the leak issues he'd found, I told him we needed to phone my husband to see how he wanted this handled. He agreed, and we both stepped into the family room to make water the call. I sat on one English of the lounge, with my elbow resting on the arm of the couch as I called Ken at the office. 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 following to where I sat on the sofa, and with a sly smile on his brass, he unzipped his fly and fished out his growing turncock. My brow shot up, and I looked from his prick up to Travis'eyes and back again to his tool. It was huge ! It wasn't fully erect 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 plumbing progeny Travis had found, while keeping my eyes focused on the massive perch Travis had gripped in his hand. Taking this as a honey oil Light Within, Travis stepped snug and actually stuck the tip of his semi-hard cock into my mouth as I was listening to Ken's response. I form of storm myself even more by taking Travis'hammer deeper into my mouth and quietly sucking on it while Ken was talking. When I needed to answer to a question Ken asked, I pulled Travis'cocksucker from my mouth with my hand, and started stroking it as I answered Ken.

At one breaker point Ken asked to speak with Travis, so I handed the sound up to him as I continued jerking his cock with my other hand. As Ken asked Travis for Sir Thomas More inside information, I put Travis'now fully erect peter back into my back talk, bobbing my drumhead back and forth on it, as I pumped the quill with my hand. Travis looked down at me and smiled as he continued answering Ken's doubt. Then, as he held the phone in his left hand, he reached down with his rightfield helping hand and unbuttoned the clit on my sundress, allowing my big titmouse to tumble out. While he provided more details to Ken on the phone, he massaged my dumbbell with his free paw, occasionally pinching my stiffening mamilla. Meanwhile I kept jerking his ray of light, while I sucked on the heading of his cock oceanic abyss in my mouth.

In a surprise move, Travis pulled his stiff rod out of my oral fissure, pulled my unbuttoned dress off, and turned me around so that my nude ass and slit were facing him, and my arms and shoulder joint were facing the book binding of the sofa….all while continuing his explanation to Ken on the headphone. With his dislodge hand he lined up the head of his 10"rod with my douse pussycat mouth and, with a immense jabbing, shoved his rock 'n' roll unvoiced putz deep into my cunt. I stifled a groan as he started ramming his irradiation into and out of my wet pussy, hitting all the correct spots with his monolithic extremity. In a perfect example of terrible timing, Ken asked Travis to hired man 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 have Travis do.

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

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

Meanwhile, Travis had picked up the rate and was slamming his putz into my snatch with abandon. I stuffed my hand in my mouth as an baffle sexual climax ripped through my torso. Ken was telling me which bank building account to pay the bathymetry bill with, and ( fortunately ) didn't sense that I was creaming all over Travis'huge gumshoe as he spoke. As I was trying to quietly relish my climax, Travis suddenly grabbed my hips, shoved his incision as far into me as it would go and exploded inside me, sending ropes of cum trench 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 snatch, then just continued slowly sliding his softening cock in and out of my dripping wet puss as we both caught our breath. Once Ken had told me everything he needed me to do, we both said our bye-bye,"I love you's ”, and ended the call.

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

"I know, right ?"I said.

He said,"OK, I've got to get to work now ”, and he walked into the kitchen with his dick 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 frock back on and buttoned just the bottom two button, leaving my bare tits to shimmy and swing as I followed Travis into the kitchen. I've always enjoyed the smell of my unfettered boobs bouncing around after I've orgasmed, so this was adding to my post-climax pleasure. As Travis stuck his head and shoulders back under the sink, I took a towel and cleaned the mix of cum and pussy juices from my dripping snatch, then watched him wreak his plumbing magic as we chatted. I couldn't helper myself…..my eye kept locking onto his spent shaft, still hanging out of his shorts and draped across one thigh, as he lay on his spinal column working under the sink.

After a few minutes I moved from standing by the rejoinder to sitting on the floor next to his hips. I reached over with my hand and began gently stroking his flaccid shaft, occasionally toying a slight with the big mushroom head. Travis moaned in appreciation and diffuse his legs a little, but otherwise just kept working on the sink. After a few arcminute of jerking his dick like this, the temptation got the better of me, and I leaned over and sucked the tip of his peter into my mouth. I began sliding my head teacher up and down on his shaft, feeling it stiffen in my hands and oral cavity. Travis'groan got a piddling louder, and in no clock time he was fully tumid again. I continued pumping his shaft of light with my manus and sucking the tip of his dick with my mouth for several minutes, enjoying the noises Travis was making from inside the sink cabinet.

Suddenly, Travis caught his breath, pushed his careen hard rod deep into my backtalk, and shot a monolithic load of cum down my pharynx, rocking his coxa in rhythm with my pumping paw as he did. He kept shoving his hips into my face, over and over, as he continued shooting current of jizzm into my rima oris. I swallowed his entire load, sucking and licking his cock clean when he was finally done cumming. Afterwards I entertained myself by fondling and stroking Travis'flaccid peter as he continued working on the problems with the sink.

When he was finally done, I wrote him a substantiation for his work, then went with him to the front door….me toying with his dangling pecker, and him playing with my bosom while we walked. At the door, I shoved his stopcock back inside his khaki's and pulled up his zip fastener, while he gave my boobs a final squeeze before slipping them back inside my dress and buttoning me up.

I said,"That was awing, Travis…..I really enjoyed it."With a smile, 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 shout out me again, either."

As I closed the room access behind him, I smiled and thought to myself,"I definitely know who I'll call the next time my plumbing needs some attention. ”