Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an459179@anon.penet.fi (Calloway)
Date: Sun, 10 Dec 1995 05:42:32 UTC
Subject: A Workman's Compensation (m/f)

		       A Workman's Compensation
				 by
			       Calloway

	I'd been sweating all day. And for some reason I knew it was
turning her on.

	She'd hired me to do some work around her house on the beach.
The heat of the day, combined with the manual labour I'd been doing,
had long ago persuaded me to abandon my shirt. I was working now,
dressed only in a pair of tight black Levis and work boots, a suede
carpenter's belt hanging suggestively around my thighs. The strain of
shovelling was causing the veins on my arms to stick out, and streams
of sweat were coursing down my darkly tanned back and chest. I knew
she was watching me with hunger in her eyes, and I was playing it up,
moving as suggestively as I knew how, flashing her my most charming
smile every time our eyes met.

	I knew her only as Mrs. Lapensee. She had hired me over the
phone, and even then there seemed to be some kind of connection
between us. As we talked, negotiating prices and setting a time, I
noticed I'd developed an erection without knowing why. There was
something sensuous in the huskiness of her voice that went straight to
my groin, and that night as I lay in bed masturbating, it was her I
was fucking. I couldn't wait till morning when I could see her face to
face, fully expecting to be pleased with what I saw.

	I was fifteen minutes early when I rang the doorbell. There
was still water running down her neck from the shower I had obviously
interrupted. She hadn't had time to put on a bra underneath her
hastily thrown on sundress, and as the cool morning air hit her
still-damp breasts, I noticed her nipples stiffen and push against the
cool cotton. I had a feeling she wasn't wearing any panties either and
I could feel my cock start to rouse itself in anticipation of a very
pleasant work-day ahead.

	I tried to avoid seeming too obvious as I scanned her from
head to toe while she told me what she wanted done and where I could
find what I needed. If there was anything lacking in my previous
night's imaginings, it was in underestimating just how sexy she would
be. Her shapely legs rose up to her muscular thighs and under the
skirt of her dress to a pussy I couldn't see, but could almost taste.
Her hips were round, her stomach flat and toned, and the tightness of
her dress showed off her large, firm breasts. It was an effort to pull
my eyes from her cleavage, but as I looked up to her face I noticed
she was staring at my crotch, obviously appreciative of the growing
bulge in my pants. I saw her unconsciously lick the corners of her
perfectly-shaped blow-job lips as she met my gaze. She said she had
some things to do inside and left me to my work.

	It wasn't until after noon that she came back outside carrying
a pitcher of ice-water and a book. She had put on a bathing suit under
her dress and as she reached the patio where I was working, she let
the straps slip off her shoulder and the dress fell down around her
ankles. She eased herself down into the chaise-lounge, and settled in
for some afternoon reading in the sun. As I continued to work I could
feel her eyes watching my every move. Either it wasn't a very good
book, or she had something else in mind.

	It seemed like as good a time as any to take a break, and I
crossed the patio to join her. Conveniently, she'd brought an extra
glass, and as she leaned over to fill it, I couldn't help taking a
quick peek down her top at the breasts I was longing to touch. It took
her an unusually long time to pour the glass of water, giving me
plenty of time for a good look. She held my gaze when she
straightened, and it became pretty obvious to both of us what was
going to happen sooner or later.

	I remarked on the inviting beauty of the ocean, just yards
away, and just as I'd hoped she suggested a quick swim. As if she were
reading my mind, she said, "Don't worry if you don't have a suit. It's
a private beach. I always swim naked anyway." The sexual tension was
getting heavier, and it was more out of coyness than shyness when I
turned my back to her and took off my boots, socks and jeans and
strolled down to the water. I knew she was watching as I swam in the
cool ocean, the water against my naked body only making me hornier, my
cock beginning to ache with desire. I quickly grew tired of swimming,
and as I strode backup the beach, my stiffness leading the way, I knew
I couldn't wait any longer. I had to fuck her.

	Evidently she was thinking the same thing. Her bathing suit
was hanging from the chair and I could see an unmistakable glistening
wetness between her swollen pussy lips. Her freely hanging breasts
were as lovely as I'd imagined, topped by the most beautiful nipples,
dark and straining in the sun, calling out to be touched. I stood in
front of her as she sat on the edge of her chair. We took each other
in, devouring one another with our eyes before she finally spoke. "In
my mouth," she said, "I want you in my mouth." Only too happy to
oblige, I stepped in closer. She leaned forward, touching my hardness
with her finger, stroking me, cupping my balls in her hand, and
squeezing my ass. Her lips moved in, blowing on the straining head of
my bone-hard cock. Finally her tongue shot out, swirling around the
head and up and down my shaft. Her lips wrapped around me, sucking me
in and down her throat. I reached out my hands to cup her breasts but
she brushed them away. "Wait your turn," she said and continued
sucking, taking me down her throat and around the bend. I'd never had
a blow-job like this one, her lips smooth and wet, sucking, licking,
nibbling, her hands on my balls, on my shaft. She reached down to
touch herself and brought her finger up to my lips, heavy with the
sweet luscious scent of her pussy. I sucked greedily, longing for my
chance to bury my face in her thighs. I was starting to lose control
now, felt the orgasm building up in my balls with my cock halfway down
her throat. I tried to pull away but she grabbed my ass, mumbling
through her mouth full of dick, "Come in my mouth. I want you to
come." Fair enough. I let myself go, thrusting myself down her throat,
faster, deeper, and lost it completely. My orgasm built up, slowly,
intensely, and then I came, shooting my entire load down her hungry
throat. My knees buckled and I cried out in ecstasy as surges of hot,
salty jizz shot from the hole of my cock while she greedily lapped up
every drop. As the waves finally subsided she looked up, licked her
lips, and said, "Now me."

	I reached down to touch her breasts, so soft and firm. I
squeezed a nipple between my thumb and finger, circling it, then
moving to the other, kneading the breast with both hands, then down
her belly, around to her ass, and along the inside of her thighs,
teasing and stroking. I kissed the part of her neck where it meets her
chin, licking down with the tip of my tongue till I reached her
straining nipple. I took it between my teeth and alternated between
licking, biting and sucking hard. Her moans were getting louder, her
squirms more insistent. Slowly my tongue went down her belly, my hands
exploring, caressing and squeezing. To her thighs my tongue went,
still teasing. I lifted her knees to give me better access to her
steaming hole. Her lips were already distended and wet. I could see
her clitoris poking its head out from the soft folds, all pink and
trembling. I flicked it once and her back arched, but I moved away. I
resumed my licking, down her legs to her feet, taking her toes into my
mouth as her squirmed. I moved back up, licking her calves, stopping
to bite, kiss or nibble. up her thighs and the crack of her ass to
that sensitive part of her thigh right beside her pussy. I couldn't
wait to taste the juices I could smell, all musty and primal, but I do
love to tease. My tongue moved in circles around her aching twat,
pausing to blow on the lips, brush my tongue, closer, closer till I
suddenly drove into her steaming channel. She gasped loudly and I
settled in for real.

	I couldn't believe how wet she was, or how tasty. My tongue
moved in deft circles on her labia, her clit, up her hole, sometimes
deep and hard, sometimes just flicking the entrance. I took her clit
between my teeth, sucking harder, and I knew she was going to come in
my mouth. Her body rocked back and forth, her knees rising and
falling, her hands touching her own breasts and grabbing at the back
of my head. I pulled her hand down to her cunt and she masturbated for
me, stroking her own clit while my tongue worked on her hole, her lips
and her fingers. The rhythm was getting stronger, her body bucking
more violently, her moans getting louder and louder. I kept licking
faster, sucking harder, hands roaming all over her body, squeezing her
nipples, her ass, and then she came. Her back arched, she clasped my
head between her thighs, and I could feel her cunt muscles contract
around my tongue as her orgasm pulsated through her body, wave after
wave of hot liquid oozing out from deep within her while my tongue
greedily lapped up every drop. As the tremors of her orgasm finally
slackened she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me on top of her. "Fuck
me," she said, reaching for my engorged cock, "Fuck me hard. Make me
come again."

	I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit, across her
throbbing clit and down, teasing her entrance and wetting the head
with the combined juices of her pussy and my mouth. I positioned
myself and slowly, ever so slowly, eased myself inside her to the
hilt. Moans and sighs swirled around us as we started up a slow
rhythm, grinding our pelvises together, stroking from base to tip. My
cock slid effortlessly in the tight wet grip of her swollen channel.
Our hands roamed over each other and ourselves as we thrust back and
forth together. My lips found hers, my hand stroked her ass, her lips
and her tits. Her hands grasped my ass and pulled me towards her with
every stroke. She reached around to cup my balls, and our moans grew
louder and louder as the rhythm picked up. Soon we were slamming into
each other, trying to get deeper, faster, becoming one single being,
heaving, bucking and crying out madly. We slowed then, out of breath.
I wanted her on top, wanted to watch her fucking me, and I said so.

	We spun around with me on the bottom, her with her back
straight up, her tits hanging freely. I reached up to grab them as she
started with long slow strokes, rising up to the head of my cock then
coming down hard, each stroke coming faster and deeper. My hand came
down, and stroked her clit as she rode me harder and harder. She had
started out on her knees but now she squatted over me on the balls of
her feet, legs spread wide and offering me the most beautiful view on
earth. I watched as my cock was swallowed up by her hungry pussy, now
you see it, now you don't. I let her lick my thumb and started to rub
her clit in earnest, fucking all the while. Working together we became
one sweating, stinking mass of flesh, moving back and forth on each
other, grunting and she called out, "Come with me, now, now, NOW". We
came together in a rush, somehow thrusting deeper into the other, our
juices blending together inside her seething cunt. My cock spurted
over and over in perfect rhythm with the contractions of her muscles
until, spent, she collapsed against me.

	We lay there for a while, holding each other till she excused
herself and disappeared into the house. I lay there on the patio till
she came back out about 15 minutes later. She lay down beside me,
stroking my muscular back. "I can't believe I'm wasting so much of my
husband's money," she sighed. "I am paying you by the hour after all."
She fell silent for a moment, then brightened. "I could possibly have
you in more regularly though. There is so much to attend to around
here and my husband, though he's very rich, is not very much of a
handyman. He's very dull you see, very busy as well, and not at all
good with tools." She punctuated that by grabbing my still sticky cock
in her hand. Would you be interested in some part-time work, maybe two
or three days a week?"

	I suppose I could use the money.