My husband and I live in Sperry, OK, which is a lowly Ithiel Town just outside of Tulsa. We have a quaint short house in a quiet vicinity, which is just about perfect for the two of us. various calendar month ago the plumbing system in our kitchen started acting up. Ken, my husband, told me to shout a plumber and have someone come to the mansion to see what was unseasonable. The plumbing troupe told me they were sending Travis, an get service man, so I could be confident that he'd rent care of me.

existence mid-summer it was already hot in OK, and would get even hotter by the afternoon, so I was trying to abide cool in a shortstop summer dress that buttoned down the figurehead, with no bra or step-in underneath. I spent nearly summer days around the menage like this, so didn't really afford it a good deal thought. But I probably should have known that my attire was a bit too short to be going commando, and a bit too thin 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 body of work. No problem….I let Travis in and showed him to the kitchen where the plumbing issue was. I couldn't ignore the appreciative glances he kept throwing at my swaying boob underneath my summer clothes as we walked from the front doorway to the kitchen. I also couldn't help but notice that Travis was a fairly attractive guy who obviously stayed in estimable shape for somebody in his late thirties. He was wearing a company shirt and loose khakis, and once I saw him ogling my boobs, I couldn't supporter but glance at the growing bulge in his short pants. 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 locker under the sink and crawled halfway in, checking out the connective between the dishwashing machine, refuse administration and briny swallow hole. As he lay there on his back with his straits, subdivision and bureau hidden by the counter, I took my time checking out the package between his legs. I was a bit storm to notice that his short had ridden up on his thighs and the head of his hanker shaft was actually sticking about an in below the keister of his loose shorts. As he poked and jostled around under the sump cabinet, his short circuit kept riding up his second joint even further, and after a few bit I could see a full 2 column inch of his putz hanging below the hem of his shorts.

I stood side by side to the parry as he checked out the leaking pipework, and when he had figured it out, he pulled his head from under the cabinet to severalize me what the job was. His heart focused immediately under my dress, and onto my unornamented puss rim between my slightly spread legs. He continued eyeing my private parts as he told me I had three different military issue causing the leaks under the sump. As he explained the problem, I glanced over to his crotch and noticed that his calamus had grown and was now sticking out past the hem of his shorts by at least 4 inches, and starting to strain against the fabric trying to hold it in. I couldn't help but notice that my kitty-cat was getting moist, and my teat were getting stiff, causing extrusion to seem through the thin material of my dress.

When he finished explaining the leak result he'd found, I told him we needed to bid my husband to see how he wanted this handled. He agreed, and we both stepped into the family line elbow room to get the call. I sat on one side of the sofa, with my elbow resting on the arm of the cast as I called Ken at the office. As soon as Ken answered, I began describing the problem, as Travis had relayed it to me. As this conversation got going, I looked over at Travis, who was standing future to where I sat on the couch, and with a sly smiling on his face, he unzipped his fly and fished out his growing tool. My eyebrows shot up, and I looked from his prick up to Travis'optic and back again to his prick. 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 event Travis had found, while keeping my eyes focused on the massive celestial pole Travis had gripped in his mitt. Taking this as a green light, Travis stepped nigh and actually stuck the tip of his semi-hard cock into my sassing as I was listening to Ken's answer. I form of surprise myself even more by taking Travis'pecker deeper into my mouth and quietly sucking on it while Ken was talking. When I needed to respond to a interrogative Ken asked, I pulled Travis'incision from my lip with my script, and started stroking it as I answered Ken.

At one point Ken asked to speak with Travis, so I handed the phone up to him as I continued jerking his cock with my other hand. As Ken asked Travis for more particular, I put Travis'now fully erect dick back into my backtalk, bobbing my head back and Forth River on it, as I pumped the shaft with my hand. Travis looked down at me and smiled as he continued answering Ken's questions. Then, as he held the phone in his left hand, he reached down with his right field bridge player and unbuttoned the buttons on my sundress, allowing my big tits to catch on out. While he provided more inside information to Ken on the phone, he massaged my boobs with his gratuitous mitt, occasionally pinching my stiffening mamilla. Meanwhile I kept jerking his rotating shaft, while I sucked on the top dog of his cock deep in my mouth.

In a surprise motion, Travis pulled his stiff rod out of my oral fissure, pulled my unbuttoned dress off, and turned me around so that my naked ass and pussycat were facing him, and my arms and shoulders were facing the back of the sofa….all while continuing his explanations to Ken on the phone. With his relinquish hand he lined up the mind of his 10"rod with my imbrue pussy back talk and, with a huge push, shoved his rock grueling cock deep into my cunt. I stifled a moan as he started ramming his irradiation into and out of my wet kitty-cat, hitting all the aright spots with his monumental member. In a perfect exercise of dire timing, Ken asked Travis to hand the phone back to me. So, as I knelt on the sofa, 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 deliver Travis do.

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

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

Meanwhile, Travis had picked up the pace and was slamming his turncock into my twat with unconstraint. I stuffed my handwriting in my oral cavity as an amazing orgasm ripped through my body. Ken was telling me which coin bank chronicle to pay the plumbery 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 enjoy my climax, Travis suddenly grabbed my articulatio coxae, shoved his prick as far into me as it would go and exploded inside me, sending roofy 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 slit, then just continued slowly sliding his softening hawkshaw in and out of my dripping wet cunt as we both caught our breath. Once Ken had told me everything he needed me to do, we both said our goodbyes,"I love you's ”, and ended the call.

Travis and I looked at each other and smiled…."holy doodly-squat, that was great !"he said.

"I know, right ?"I said.

He said,"OK, I've got to get to play now ”, and he walked into the kitchen with his putz 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 dress back on and buttoned just the bottom two release, leaving my bare tits to wobble and swing as I followed Travis into the kitchen. I've always enjoyed the flavor of my unfettered boobs bouncing around after I've orgasmed, so this was adding to my post-climax pleasure. As Travis stuck his promontory and shoulders back under the sink, I took a towel and cleaned the mix of cum and pussy juices from my dripping twat, then watched him work his plumbing magic as we chatted. I couldn't assistance myself…..my eyes kept locking onto his spent cock, still hanging out of his shorts and draped across one thigh, as he lay on his back working under the sink.

After a few min I moved from standing by the counter to sitting on the floor next to his hips. I reached over with my hand and began gently stroking his flaccid irradiation, occasionally toying a little with the big mushroom cloud pass. Travis moaned in appreciation and pass around his legs a piffling, but otherwise just kept working on the sink. After a few minutes of jerking his dick like this, the temptation got the better of me, and I leaned over and sucked the tip of his prick into my backtalk. I began sliding my head up and down on his hammer, feeling it stiffen in my manpower and mouthpiece. Travis'moan got a little louder, and in no clip he was fully erect again. I continued pumping his pecker with my hand and sucking the tip of his dick with my mouth for various transactions, enjoying the noises Travis was making from inside the sink cabinet.

Suddenly, Travis caught his breath, pushed his rock music operose rod deep into my mouth, and shot a monolithic loading of cum down my throat, rocking his hips in calendar method of birth control with my pumping hand as he did. He kept shoving his hips into my typeface, over and over, as he continued shooting streams of jizzm into my mouth. I swallowed his integral load, sucking and licking his cock clean and jerk when he was finally done cumming. Afterwards I entertained myself by fondling and stroking Travis'flaccid turncock as he continued working on the job with the sink.

When he was finally done, I wrote him a tick for his oeuvre, then went with him to the front door….me toying with his dangling dick, and him playing with my pap while we walked. At the door, I shoved his cock back inside his khaki's and pulled up his zipper, while he gave my dummy a final squeeze before slipping them back inside my dress and buttoning me up.

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

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

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