The Hired Help

The Hired Help

Hi, how are you doing? My name is Drew and I'd like to share this little tale with you. Hopefully you'll find it interesting. For those of you unfamiliar with rural Australia you might even find it educational. Either way I hope you like it. So here goes.

This tale starts in my hometown in Victoria, Australia. It's a little dot on the map that will go unnamed since it's a small town and people talk, you know? Suffice to say there is only a handful of people that actually live there - about 1,800 give or take at the last count. There are about twice as many sheep and cows around it. It's near Ballarat in gold mining country, but the gold is long gone and it's now just farms and people that make farms tick. It has one main street, lined with old shop fronts with decorative verandas that make great post cards for any tourists passing through. Nice to look at the first time, but once you've seen them a million times all you see is the rust and the peeling paint.

My family runs a transport company, so we are in demand locally. I've lived here my whole life. I'm 21 now and I'm branching out. I've enrolled at the agricultural college in Geelong, about two hour's drive away on those wide, flat roads that criss-cross the landscape. There isn't much to see on the way, just dry grass and gum trees and the occasional kangaroo crossing sign. I'll be glad to be leaving home. I outgrew the town about ten years ago. It's the sort of place where everyone knows everyone's business. You know, where conversation abruptly stops when you walk past and then picks up in whispers when you are 'out of earshot'. The general store is more like the local radio station for gossip, if you get my drift.

There are a couple of families who pretty much control the place, in a very conservative, nothing to see here kind of way. The Mayor - an old bloke that's had the job for as long as I can remember and who has his fingers in most of the local commerce - and John Jeffries, the biggest landowner and employer of most of the young labour. They are both stalwarts of the local Lion's Club - a volunteer organisation for the men of the town to do free work on public projects. My Dad is also a member, and I am expected to be one too now I've 'come of age' as it were.

The Lions are about the only social activity in town for the men folk and they compete with the local Council for activities. The Council maintains the place but also runs free events to keep people happy. That's where Raewyn Jeffries comes in. That's John's wife. She is the events organiser at the Council. The local rodeo, A&P show, harvest festival - you name it, she runs it. Raewyn is one of a kind. A former regional beauty queen that is a dead ringer for the 1940's pin up Rita Hayworth - all cascading auburn hair and voluptuous curves, she married John when she was young - about twenty years younger than him - and gave him three children who are all now grown up and gone. She is a force of nature with a big laugh and an irrepressible drive to get stuff done. The ideal farmer's wife, which she was when she wasn't at Council, taking care of the house at John's farm and looking after the hoards of farm hands that came and went. Apparently she's also quite handy with a shot gun.

With my Dad being one of the key men in Lions we often had social events at our house for the members and their wives. Raewyn would come along with John, loaded with fresh meat for the barbeque and home baking for the kids. All the men in the town, and I mean all of them, wanted to have her - biblically, you understand? That includes my Dad, who tended to make a bit of a dick of himself when she was around. She would just laugh it off. She was always one step ahead of everyone, so it was water off a duck's back. She would make a great politician if she felt so inclined. That might be a good use for her shot gun actually.

Anyway, on to the main part of the story, and it does concern Raewyn, as you've probably guessed. You see last year the only story in town was that Raewyn and John got divorced. I kid you not. Turns out that John had been rolling in the hay with most of the pretty little shearing hands for years on end. Raewyn kind of knew about it and put up with it, up to the point that John fell for one of them and asked to be let go. Can you imagine the nerve of the guy? I suppose he is the money man so he can do what he likes, but really. So Raewyn cut him loose.

That would be the end of it, but John decided it was time to retire, with his new floozie in tow, and sold up. The settlement was huge. Raewyn cashed in big time and decided to move away herself, not wanting to stay behind and put up with the endless tea, sympathy and back stabbing that would follow. So she bought a place in Geelong, of all places, near the beach so she could enjoy her new life in luxury.

My Dad was quite upset by the whole affair, partly because it soured the atmosphere at the Lion's Club, but mostly because it meant he wouldn't be able to ogle Raewyn at festivals and parties anymore. The old goat wasn't about to give in quite so easily though and he came up with a cunning plan to keep in touch with her, which involved yours truly. Since I was also moving to Geelong to study, he offered my services to help her settle in. Yeah, sure Dad. Real big of you.

So I went back early to Geelong after the Christmas break to get settled. My student accommodation is pretty basic, but it's a modern hostel so I can't complain too much. Money is always tight as you'd expect so I did a few jobs back home to fill the bank balance, but I'll need more so I can afford my extravagant lifestyle - you know, takeaways at least once a week. That's why Dad's little covert plan actually sounded attractive. Not because I'd be helping out Raewyn, but because she is now loaded and would pay me pretty well. She has bought a character house within walking distance of the beach. Kind of like a country place transported into the city, with a wide veranda, big windows and high ceilings.

Dad took me around to look at it and we were impressed, but it is a going to be a lot of work. Raewyn, true to character, wants to impose her own personality on the place so that means a complete re-decoration inside. It's a three month project, and she is staying at a beach side hotel while the house is gutted and done up. Money really is no object to her at this point. The main trade work has already been done so she is now onto the painting. That's where I come in. I like it - it's mindless work so you have plenty of time to think about bigger stuff while you zone out with the brush.

I poked around the house a bit by myself while Dad chatted away at 100 miles an hour with the object of his desire. There are three bedrooms, which seems a lot for one person, but then there are her kids who will want to visit and no doubt grand kids further down the track. Raewyn is still in her late forties, but she had the kids young so they are already adults with their own futures looming. I think she was still a teenager when she married John. Things are still a lot like the 1940s back home - she was an eighteen year old beauty queen who married the town's most eligible bachelor so she could enjoy the good life. I haven't seen any Rita Hayworth movies but it sounds like one of her plot lines.

The rest of the house is pure country - big kitchen with an old cast iron stove, even bigger lounge with an open fireplace and spacious bathroom at the back. I can hear their conversation echoing down the two metre wide hallway and they seem to be wrapping things up, so I stop being nosey and head back.

"Here he is," Dad says, stating the obvious. "Thought we'd lost you."

"Just having a look around," I answer matter of factly. "Nice place Raewyn."

"Thanks sweetie," she says, all motherly enthusiasm. "So it hasn't scared you off?"

"Nah, it's fine. I can help you out till term starts, no worries."

Dad is grinning lasciviously. "Good lad. Now remember, no cheek. I've told Raewyn she can give you a kick up the bum if you need it, and I'm always on the end of the phone if she needs me."

I can tell Raewyn finds him excruciating, but she has dealt with a lot worse. "Thanks Phil. I doubt that will be necessary. Grateful for the help. I could have got the pros in, but I enjoy a bit of painting. Quite relaxing actually."

And that was that. I will be starting tomorrow.

I should probably tell you a bit about my interactions with Raewyn up till now. Like I said earlier, she was often a visitor at the house for big events, but she also came around with John if he had some club business to discuss with Dad. Being a red-blooded young man I was always in awe of her physical presence. The beauty queen tag stayed with her for life for good reason. Time was kind to her and she seems to have an ageless quality that comes from hard work and lots of outdoor living. She is always strong and fit. I remember once when I was about twelve I was being chased around the house by friends at a barbeque and I ran straight into her. I came up to her chest height and ended up getting a face full of her boobs! She thought it was hilarious, but I was embarrassed as hell. That was the main thing I remember about her - not just her tits - her sense of humour. She never seemed to have a bad word for anyone and had a knack of making people feel good about themselves. As a growing lad that was important. I liked that she liked me.

I promised to be bright and early on my first day, so there I was at 8:30 going over the work for the day. It was a day of prep in the main bedroom at the front of the house, which isn't my favourite thing, so lots of sanding with the breathing mask and muffs on. Raewyn worked away in the kitchen and made lunch for us, which was a basic affair around the empty kitchen table. The house is devoid of furniture except for that table and a couple of chairs. The floors are covered with old sheets and drop cloths. The big windows let in a lot of light and it's hot as hell at times.

The next day was filling and sanding and a bit of priming, so a lot easier. We were still working in separate rooms to spread the work and I was able to hear her singing along happily to the radio. Being divorced doesn't seem to bother her at all.

The heat in the place increases as the day goes on so I'm pretty sweaty and gross by the end of the day. At least the water is on so I can freshen up before I head home.

Raewyn has been dressing for the heat. While I stick to my old football shirt and shorts she has been mixing it up. The first day it was an old sun dress. The next day she looked like Rosie the Riveter with her hair tied up in a scarf and her sleeves rolled up. She was wearing a pair of old jean shorts which revealed her long legs. She is still in amazing shape - testament again to her active life. I have to admit I was sneaking quite a few surreptitious glances as she got lunch ready for us. The shorts cut in just below her buttocks and when she leaned over I got a hint of their generous curves emerging from the leg holes. Her skin is creamy white, coming as it does with her auburn hair. I'm guessing her ancestors must have come from Ireland, based on that and her emerald green eyes.

We had a longer lunch on the second day, chatting a lot about our now former hometown and some of the characters that live there. She has the gossip on just about everyone and I learned quite a few secrets that I can't wait to repeat to anyone that's interested. We laughed a lot. It feels good being around her - it isn't really work when it's like this. I'm enjoying myself.

So now it's day three and we have started painting in our respective rooms. She wants the bedroom a rich crimson colour, which wouldn't be my first choice, and she is painting the kitchen the standard off-white or cream, whatever you want to call it. It seems to match her skin tone. Today she has shown up in a plaid shirt and the same jean shorts as yesterday. She is wearing the shirt untucked so the air can get in and I can't avoid noticing her cleavage when she bends over. She has the body of a woman twenty years younger. What a handful! Firm and creamy with a hint of tan lines showing. At least D cups. I flash back to that time I ran into them and get a bit embarrassed.

She senses my discomfort and assumes it's temperature related. "Yeah, I know, it's hot today isn't it? The place is going to be like an oven later on."

"Yeah, it's hot alright," I mutter. I feel a stirring in my groin, which doesn't help. That isn't for the first time either. I had to shoo my manhood back into my underwear yesterday when I saw the outline of her buttocks in those shorts. Maybe it's the summer days, but I'm starting to realise just how smoking hot she still is.

She keeps the radio loud and sings along to the cheesiest songs while we're working. "Come on Drew, join in!" she calls out from the kitchen.

"No, I'm good."

"Spoil sport. I'll have to tell your Dad you're no fun."

We banter back and forth like that during the day. She pops in a couple of times to check on progress and likes what she sees.

"It's coming together nicely. Good job mate. Can't wait to get onto the next rooms."

I like what I see as well. The second time she comes in I note she has tied the ends of her shirt together under her boobs and her bra seems to be missing. Those big globes swing gently as she moves with nothing under them for support. Her stomach is flat with a hint of padding and her shorts come up to just above her hips. I think my eyes must have popped slightly but I manage to avoid staring too much. Quite a few glances go in her direction though.

I don't know why, but the following words came out of my mouth. "Thanks for taking me on. It's great working with you. I can see why Dad likes spending time around you."

She laughed and looked me in the eye. "Your Dad is nice, but just between you and me he tends to leer a bit. I'm sure you've noticed?"

I feel embarrassed again and flush slightly. I snort gently. "Yeah, he does. Sorry."

"Oh, you don't have to apologise for him. He isn't the only one. Just about all the members of that blessed club are lechers. I wouldn't have any of them in here with me. You're different though. I can be myself around you. It's nice."

That makes my blush fade away. She is so nice herself. I tell her a couple of stories about my Dad making a dick of himself and she laughs out loud. "I'm glad you're nothing like him - dimness doesn't seem to run in your family."

"I guess not. Thanks."

She smiles her wide beam and heads back to the kitchen, where she turns the radio up and starts singing along to Queen when it comes on. "Somebody to love." Yeah, sure. I'm pretty sure love is the last thing she wants - she is an incorrigible realist.

We need to finish the first coats, so we have to work a bit longer. It's painstaking work up a ladder at times so we are exhausted but happy by the end of the day. Raewyn walks in with her brush twirling in her hand.

"Looking good. That colour is just right. Thanks Drew - I owe you big time."

I stretch out my back and ruffle my sweaty hair to let some air in. "That's all fine. I'm looking forward to a swim tonight."

She smiles warmly at me. "That sounds ideal." Then her eyes twinkle with mischief. "I think you missed a bit though."

I look around, puzzled. "Where abouts?"

"Just here," she says and gently paints the end of my nose with her brush.

I pull back a bit in surprise then realise she's playing. Her eyes crinkle at the corners and her mouth gently turns into a sly smirk.

"I see," I say, warming to it. "You know you shouldn't do that to someone holding a loaded paint brush."

"Oh? And what are you gonna do about it?"

"Hah! You'd better run lady. I can see a whole stretch I've missed!"

She squeals in delight and takes off, running back to the kitchen. I'm close behind her, holding my brush like a weapon. She hides on one side of the kitchen table, with me laughing and panting on the other.

"Hah - you can't get me," she chants like a little kid.

"We'll see!"

We do a couple of laps of the table but I close the gap and trap her in the corner of the room.

"No, no!" she screams, laughing all the time.

I run up and close my arms around her waist while she struggles to get away, but her giggling makes her weak. "No mercy for the wicked!" I tell her. "Now hold still!"

She gives in, but ducks her head away so I can't reach her easily. She has her back to me and I've got her held close against my hips with my free hand up under her chest. I can feel the weight of her boobs on my arm. She finally looks up and I slowly move in with my brush and repeat the little spot she gave me on the end of her nose. "There, that's better," I gloat.

I let go and we end up facing each other, breathing hard, both still laughing. Then the laughter stops and she looks in my eyes more directly, challenging me to do what comes next. I can't help myself - I lean in and kiss her on the lips. We drop our brushes on the floor and wrap our arms around each other's waists, pulling our hips together. I'm hard now. Really hard. She can feel it. Her kiss is strong and I can feel her tongue forcing its way into my mouth, dominating my own. She's devouring me and there's no way I can resist, so I move my hands around to her front and cup those big Ds in my palms. I can feel her also reach up and she unties the knotted ends so her shirt falls away to reveal my prize. They are everything I thought they would be and more. Flawless, with little freckles across her chest at the top of her cleavage. Her nipples are big and deep pink - areolas a couple of inches across with a hard nub sticking out in the middle about the length of my pinky nail. I cup her now bare skin and stroke my thumbs across them, making her shudder in delight, then I ease my lips down her neck before diving in and taking her left nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue over it and pulling on the nub with my lips. I end up licking the underside of her pendulous boob before I feel her move away.

Raewyn is ready. She grabs me by the hands and backs towards the table, staring hard into my eyes as she does. Then she roughly sweeps her arm over the table top, scattering whatever was sitting there onto the floor, and sits down on the edge before elegantly swinging her legs up and lying back along its length. "Come her and do me Drew," she commands.

"Yes ma'am!"

We both whip off the rest of our clothes and toss them aside. It isn't an easy manoeuvre, but I somehow balance on the end of the table before lying down on top of her. She is fully natural with a think thatch of auburn hair hiding her pussy from sight. I can sense she is wet and ready. I definitely am. I'm not much of an adonis, but I have a good 7 or 8 inches I can give and I'm pretty fit. Placing the tip of my rod into her bush, I slide around to feel out her opening before she loses patience and grabs me, putting me in the right place.

Giving a gentle push at first, I feel her open up for me and I slide deep into her very succulent cavity. I can feel her contract around me and she gasps in my ear then gives a low "hmmm" as I start to move. All my previous experiences have been in places like car seats with any town girl that wanted me, so I'm used to performing a few contortions. Doing it on a table top is a new challenge. It wobbles around as we get into it and we both slide about a bit. I get on top of the situation by grabbing the edge of the table with my right hand while holding myself up on my left elbow. Raewyn likewise grabs the table edge so we are anchored. My thrusts can now be as strong as she wants and she gasps encouragement in my ear as I get into a good rhythm.

"Oh yeah honey, that's it! Nice and strong - I want you deep in me."

We kiss deeply again as the temperature rises. We are both sweating now and our slick bodies start slipping and slapping together. She is tall enough to be face to face with me but also tall enough so I can bend my neck down to lick her nipples while I'm going for it. Her tits are swaying like mad and the sight of them bouncing around gets me going even more. It isn't too long before I can feel myself building up for an explosion.

Panting from the effort I manage to gasp out, "Where do you want it?"

"Take it out. On my tits," she moans, her eyes only half open. She looks ready to cum herself.

She gets there first, just. With a loud "Oooh-Aah-Uuh!" her back arches and then she collapses back onto the table screaming "Yes! Yes!" as I give her the last couple of thrusts before taking my dick out and moving up to her chest. I've only got a fraction of a second but I manage to aim across her left tit and spray my load across her nipple, groaning loudly as I do. The stream runs down in a sticky little waterfall under her arm. I collapse back down on her and we lie there panting for breath.

"Oh my god! That was incredible," she eventually purrs, running her hand through my sweaty locks.

I look in her eyes with a mixture of amazement and surprise. "I don't know where that came from," I manage to say. "I didn't mean to do that."

She laughs warmly. "You could have fooled me fella! That felt like a whole lot of wanting to do it to me!"

I look down to break our gaze, but I laugh. She has a point. I look back again. "Oh my lady! So what do we do now?"

"Well, if you think you're going to run away after that, you've got another think coming. It's getting late and I just worked up an appetite, so how about you come back to the hotel with me and we'll have dinner?"

There's no hesitation from me. "That sounds good. Only one thing though. I haven't got any decent clothes here."

"True. Good point. I can take you round to your place and you can get changed first if you like?"

"Deal. First I need to wash up."

Raewyn glances down at the mess on her chest. "True again. Looks like I do too!"

We share a loud laugh and get down from the table. Since the shower is there we both get in and enjoy rubbing our soapy bodies together while we clean off all the sweat and incriminating evidence. Every part of her body is round and luxurious and she lets me wash her tits while she soaps my dick, then we kiss under the hot stream as the suds run down our legs. I'd really like to do it again in the shower box but she is in a hurry to get going, so I settle for rubbing my re-growing hard-on against her soapy round bum cheeks while I nibble on her neck and play with the weight of her tits, until she turns off the water and steps out to find her towel. I follow her reluctantly and get back into my grubby work clothes.

It only takes about half an hour to go around to my hostel so I can put on a good shirt and trousers before heading over to her lodgings. The hotel is a modern place near the beach with mirror windows and a nice pool area. Raewyn says a loud hello to the desk staff as we enter the lobby and tells me to take a seat. "I'll be quick as I can," she says as she heads to the lift. That leaves me sitting in relative luxury pondering what just happened. Just over an hour ago we had just finished working, now I'm sitting in a post-orgasmic glow, about to have dinner with a lady I have only ever known as untouchable. It's kind of surreal, and it gets even more so when Raewyn returns less than twenty minutes later looking transformed. She is wearing a burgundy red one-piece velvet dress (must be her favourite colour) with white high heels and a collection of bright gold jewellery on her neck, ears and wrists. Her make up is amazing and hair is piled up on top of her head in a sophisticated tumble. The beauty queen has shown up for dinner. I look down at myself and suddenly feel very shabby.

I stand up to greet her, fidgeting nervously. She gives me her big warm smile and a kiss on the cheek.

"You look amazing," I whisper in her ear. "Twenty minutes to do this?"

She looks pleased with my reaction and winks. "Sometimes I can do it in ten, but I was a bit tired today for some reason. Shall we?"

She holds out her arm indicating I should take it and we walk into the restaurant.

"Evening Miles," she says breezily to the Matre'd. "This is my nephew Drew, he's joining me tonight."

Miles looks at me and lets out a little smile to himself. He has obviously seen a few 'nephews' show up for dinner over the years. "Charmed Ms Connor. Please, follow me."

As we slot in behind and walk over to our table I register what he just said. "Ms Connor?"

Raewyn gives a satisfied smile. "Yep. My maiden name, which I am now happily using again."

We sit down, Miles pushing in Raewyn's chair for her. The table is by the window with a view of the beach. People are enjoying the hot evening, swimming and boogie boarding. Just a normal day. Me, on the other hand - I'm in dreamland. Conversation is a bit difficult at first, so I just ask about the hotel, the food, the house, and all the other stuff that's obvious. Raewyn orders a bottle of red wine that matches her dress. After a couple of glasses I'm starting to relax. The food is great. I was going to go for a simple option but Raewyn gently scolds me.

"Now this is on me, so don't hold back. Order whatever you like. They do a great steak here, and the lobster is to die for."

"Are you sure? This place must be costing you a packet."

She laughs dismissively. "It's costing John a packet. This is all part of the divorce settlement, sweetie. So fill your boots."

That makes me laugh. I propose a toast. "To John, then."

"To that rat? Doubt it, but whatever. How about to us? I couldn't do all that house without you. You're making it just how I want it."

"Okay, sounds good. To us, and the house."

By the end of dinner we are having a great time. She obviously needed to unload a bit so she spent a lot of time talking about how she knew John was up to no good, but that she always thought she was still his number one, up until the day he walked in and told her it was over. Then she told a few stories about how he was nearly caught a few times and the look on his face while he made his ridiculous excuses. I wonder if she ever revenge cheated on him, but I don't ask. That would be rude given her hospitality.

I finish my desert (she abstained) and sit back with a satisfied look on my face.

"Thanks Raewyn - that was sensational."

"Glad you enjoyed it."

"I'll have to think about going home soon. We still have a lot of work ahead tomorrow."

There's a pause, then she looks me in the eye with her big lashes fluttering. "You don't have to go, you know."

I let that sink in, but squirm on the hook. "It'll be late soon though."

"All the more reason for you to stay here."

Our eyes burn into each other across the table. I'm totally oblivious to the other diners but I'm sure the edges of our tablecloth are smouldering. I gulp. "Really?"

"Really."

<-O->

I don't remember much about the trip up to her room, but once inside we've got our hands all over each other in a matter of seconds. She turns around and I unzip her dress, guiding it off her shoulders and down to her hips as she reaches behind to unclasp her bra. In the soft light of the room her creamy white skin seemed to glow a golden yellow. She undoes her hair and lets it cascade down over her shoulders, then turns around so I can take in those magnificent globes. My dick is straining to get out, so I quickly lose my trousers and undo my shirt. Her dress slides the rest of the way off and she stands there in only panties and high heels. She really is statuesque. Those thick thighs look inviting as she crosses them on on the edge of the bed and motions for me to come over. I stand in front of her and she lowers her red lips to the tip of my shaft to give it a kiss.

"We're gonna take our time now. We have all night to enjoy ourselves. First, I'm going to get better acquainted with my new friend here."

The sight of her beautifully made up face sliding down the length of my cock puts me in raptures. I'm throbbing in her mouth and I can feel the pre-cum starting to flow. She gives great head, applying just the right mix of softness and pressure to have my knees buckling in about ten minutes. My load is swallowed with no worries and she licks her lips.

"Yum. You taste good. How would you like to do the same for me?'

"I can't think of anything nicer."

She smiles her warm, generous smile and stands to slide off her panties, keeping her shoes on for effect, before lying back on the big king size bed and spreading her smooth creamy thighs for me. I can make out her lips through her hair - they're wet and the hair is matted around them. When I put my tongue on her she lets out a long, satisfied moan and places her fingers on either side to open herself up for me. Now I can see her rose petal inner lips and her entrance, slightly opening for me in anticipation. I let my tongue slip in and pull out some of her juice to taste - it's sweet and spicy, like a fine liqueur - then I seek out her clit, hiding in the bush at the top. Working on that sends her crazy and she's soon writhing on the bed as I give her all the attention she's been craving. I feel her squirt a little on my tongue when she finally cums and I lick her clean as the rest runs down her cheeks.

"Oh my God, that was good," she rasps as I lie down beside her. "Let's get into bed. I want more."

I wait as she pulls back the sheets and kicks off her shoes, then I move to get on top as she slides in.

"Hold on, I want to try a few things first. I've been doing missionary for the last twenty years with my very unimaginative ex-husband. I want you to lie back so I can drive. You okay with that?"

"More than okay. Only problem is you just sucked me dry, so you might need to encourage me to wake up again."

Her eyes go down to my semi-flaccid shaft as she ponders our dilemma for a second or two. I can feel her fingers start to stroke me as she lies close beside and she pushes her tits against my chest. They are so soft and heavy. Then I feel her equally soft inner thigh slide over my leg.

"So what will turn you back on?" she asks in mock innocence as she rubs her leg up and down my thigh.

"What you're doing right now is pretty good," I reply honestly. I can already feel life returning down below.

"How about this?"

Her lips are right beside my ear and I can feel the tip of her tongue come out and lick my lobe as she breathes into it. That's working as well. I turn to face her and we enjoy a long, slow kiss where our tongues explore each other and our lips softly play together. She is a great kisser. Her kisses are deeply passionate, like they are coming from another time and place. In no time I'm fully erect, but we keep kissing like teenagers on a first date rather than rushing into each other. It's so good being in a luxurious bed with silky cotton sheets and a soft mattress complimenting her fabulous creamy curves and I just want to enjoy the sensation for a while.

"I can taste myself on your lips," she says when we break for air.

"Is it good?"

"Hmmm - but not as good as your cum." With that she slides down and takes my now throbbing cock into her mouth so she can give it the same passionate treatment, sending my head back into the pillow and making my body jerk in pleasure.

"Ooh-augh! That's amazing, but I thought I was going to fuck you now?"

Her mouth comes off with a loud pop and she wipes her chin. "True. I was enjoying that, but I think we might enjoy this just as much."

She sits up purposefully and straddles me so her juicy lips are placed on my head. Their soft wetness feels so good and I savour the feeling while our eyes lock together. I can see lust developing in her stare as she licks her lips. I wiggle down slightly so I'm in a better position, then I let her take the lead. Her pussy opens up and I slide slowly inside her, as deep as I can go. I can feel her contracting on me and she shuts her eyes as she throws her head back and moans.

"Hmmmm - so deep!"

Her tits sway in a pendulous motion as she grinds her clit on my shaft, bouncing slightly as she lifts herself up, before sliding down again, her movements slow and deliberate. Her big pink nipples are sticking straight out, as hard as pebbles, her aerolas puffed up with goosebumps. It feels unbelievably good just having her on top of me with my shaft buried as far as it will go inside her slippery pussy, but then she starts moving with a purpose. We go from languid to powerful within a few strokes and before long she is riding me like she's in one of the rodeos she organized back home. Her big melons are bouncing up and down and swaying from side to side as she grinds and thrusts herself against me, her eyes still shut, her mouth now open, gasping and moaning in pleasure as she builds herself into another orgasm. She has her hands on my chest and I feel like I'm receiving CPR, but when she cums her arms give way and she falls down on top of me panting and shuddering, her massive tits squashed against me. I can feel her nipples like little fingers pressing into my skin.

I Instinctively slide my hands down her back to her bum cheeks and give them a firm squeeze, my dick still buried inside her, and I lie there stroking her bum until she is ready to roll off. She notices I'm still hard.

"Still wanting more, eh? Well, since you like my bum so much, why don't we try it this way?"

I lie still as she swivels around so she can straddle me again, facing the other way. Her bum lifts up and she holds me at her entrance, then repeats the dose in a reverse cowgirl, sliding up and down slowly at first to get the angle right, then building in intensity. This time I watch her bum cheeks shaking like jelly and enjoy the back view of her tits as they sway and bounce. I grab her waist to keep her steady as she works herself into another earth-shattering orgasm. It makes me wonder how much the neighbours can hear but it doesn't bother me. This is the greatest night of my life! I cum straight after her and unload deep inside, my feet kicking at the sheets and my head thrown back into the pillows, letting out an ecstatic yell that seems to echo her own lingering moans, then I lie there listening to her panting for a while until she carefully gets off. I reach out lazily as she lies down beside me, her scented hair now pressed up against my cheek.

"Christ, that was good!" is all she says.

I just chuckle, unable to form words.

She kisses me on the cheek in an oddly maternal way given what we just did, before turning back into a cougar.

"I want to taste myself on your dick," she growls in my ear.

I let her slide away so she can play with my now soft rod, absent mindedly stroking her hair as she busies herself in my crotch. The feel of her lips and tongue are sensual and hot at the same time and she is obviously letting out a lot of pent-up desire. She can honestly let it all out. The thought of me being a toy boy to this glamorous, experienced, sensual older woman is doing my self esteem no harm and I'm all in for as long as she wants. I can't believe what I'm looking at as I gaze down at her glossy lips wrapping themselves around my manhood, her smooth creamy globes pressed against my sides and her long legs stretched invitingly towards me. It won't take much to get into a 69, so I reach out and pull her left leg towards me to give her a hint.

"Do you wanna taste me?" she asks in between mouthfuls of my balls.

"Hell, yeah. Come across me."

She obliges.

Her outer lips are now fully engorged and her short hair is soaked with her juices. Her clit has emerged fully from its hood, so I reach out with the tip of my tongue and twirl it around. My hands find her bum cheeks and I spread them so I can get better access. Now I can see her pussy hole, which is still slightly open from her last ride. I can't control myself, so I run my tongue up from her clit, over her outer lips, around her pussy hole and up to her bum cheeks, which I lick for a second or two before reversing course all the way back to her clit. She doesn't respond too much to what I'm doing, probably because she is focused on reviving my member for a third round. It seems to be working and it isn't long before I'm hard again, enjoying the sensation of her tongue swirling around my head. In return I focus on her clit, mixing it up with side trips up to her bum cheeks and back. I'd really like to cum on those silky globes but I doubt I've got enough left in the tank.

It isn't long before she breaks off and turns around so she can face me. I'm as hard as a rock again and she wants more.

"It's missionary time, baby. Come up here and fuck me good. I want to feel your body driving into me. Show me how much you want to fuck me."

Her expression is scarily intense. The flood gates are starting to open. This is going to be a test of how much I can satisfy her. She pulls her legs up and spreads them wide to give me full access to her pussy. I get on top and disappear inside her instantly - her hole wide open and ready. Now we are on a bed I can really build up a good rhythm and I use my whole back to drive deep into her, watching in wonder as she closes her eyes and growls in encouragement, "That's it! Oh, yeah! Harder baby! Give it to me! Make me cum with your hard cock!"

Her back is lifting off the bed and her head is up against the wall. She throws the pillows away so there is nothing but us and the mattress. Rather than just slamming in as hard as I can, I try to change angles and pace to stimulate her in different ways. She licks across my nipples and digs her fingers into my bum as I pound into her. We kiss passionately, then I push her hair back so I can lick up her neck to her ear, where I suck her earring into my mouth and pull on it. To finish, I push her arms out flat and lock my fingers into hers so she is pinned to the bed, her tits wobbling and bouncing in time with my thrusts, then I lift up to get ready to fill her again. Her eyes are shut and she is lost somewhere as she locks her thighs around my waist and uses her feet to pull me in. She bucks and screams, "YEEEAAAS! OH YESSS!!" as we cum together one more time, then I collapse on top of her, panting from the exertion, feeling her chest heaving beneath me.

Our fingers untangle and she runs them up and down my back until we both become aware of our surroundings and open our eyes. It feels weird but we look at each other and laugh. The whole thing was so over the top there are no words.

"I think you needed that," I finally say to break the silence.

"You're not wrong, mate. I definitely needed that. I needed someone to fuck me like they mean it."

I let out a short laugh. I think I succeeded in that - I meant every stroke. "Hope I wasn't going too hard? Was it okay?"

Her gaze is almost tender as she purrs, "It was just what I wanted, Drew - you were perfect," then she kisses me on the top of my head and we cuddle up with no pillows or sheets around us, basking in the glow of our bodies.

I'm a satisfied wreck, looking forward to going to sleep with her. Then she says this.

"Do you know what I'd like to do now?"

"What?" I answer drowsily.

"I've always wanted to go skinny dipping in the pool here. Are you up for it?"

I'm suddenly awake. "What? Seriously? We'll get caught won't we?"

"Not necessarily. The pool is locked after hours but if you have a room key you can get in. There won't be anyone around at this time."

The bedside clock says 9:46. Still quite early. She's adamant though. "Come on. What are you made of?"

"Ummm - I was looking forward to having a snooze."

"Plenty of time for that. Oh, and I haven't finished with you here yet either so snooze time might be delayed. First things first though. Let's get dressed and go downstairs. Grab a towel."

Oh shit. This is bound to end badly. But she is already up and pulling on some casual clothes from her night stand. I reluctantly get out of bed and put my own back on, catching the towel she throws to me.

It's very quiet in the corridor and the pool area is dark as we approach. Her card gives its happy little chime as it unlocks and we sneak inside. The lights immediately come on. There's an indoor and an outdoor pool. Raewyn leads me towards the outside.

"The lights are on a sensor. If we go outside they'll turn off and we'll be in the dark again."

She has thought this out in advance. In fact, she has probably done this before and is just having me on. She sits on a pool chair and pats the one next to her. "Take the weight off. The lights will go out in about ten minutes if we just sit here."

So we lie there quietly listening to the distant waves from the beach and watching the stars. When the lights go out we are left with a few small safety lights and the half-moon shining down.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

She stands and pulls off her leggings and t-shirt so she is standing completely naked. The people in the upstairs rooms would be able to make out her figure if they looked out the window right now. She walks over to the edge and plunges in. Shit, that was loud. I take the quieter route, leaving my clothes on the chair and sliding into the water from the ladder. The water is still quite warm from the day. Raewyn is submerged, gliding along the bottom towards me. She pops up with a splash and puts her arms around my neck. "There. This isn't so bad is it?"

Her breasts seem to be acting like floatation devices, bobbing just below the surface. My manhood is likewise defying gravity. We kiss in the moonlight and I manage to somehow slip myself inside her while she hangs around my neck. The water makes it easy to thrust into her and we bob and bounce around with my feet on the bottom keeping us anchored. She cums quietly and I follow soon after, shooting what's left of my supply into her. Hopefully it won't come out in the water. We have established that she is still taking precautions ("just in case"), so I'm not worried about any unintended outcomes in the future, but I'd rather not be responsible for a stranger getting a mouthful of something nasty while swimming here in the morning.

Then the light in the indoor pool comes on. "Oh shit!" I whisper.

She laughs quietly in my ear. "Oh no! I guess we're stuck here now."

"You are enjoying this far too much."

"You bet. This is fun!"

Fun isn't a word I would use. Fortunately we are still in the dark. Whoever it is will just see two heads bobbing in the water.

"We'll just have to wait until they're gone, or we can sneak over and dress when they're distracted," she whispers.

"Can you see who it is?"

"Some old guy on his own. He won't be any trouble."

I turn around so we are both looking over the edge and take the opportunity to slide behind her so I can push up against her bum. It's such a heavenly cushion and it isn't long before I'm hard enough to go again. She leans forward so I can get access and we do it in whatever style underwater doggy is, all the while checking if our uninvited guest is still there. I nibble on her ear when I'm done. "I'm getting cold babe. When can we get out?"

"The guy is doing laps. We can sneak out and wrap the towels around us when he goes the other way."

So that's what we do. I go first and get a towel around my waist, then stand by the ladder with Raewyn's held out so she can step up into it. Suitably covered we pick up our clothes and walk calmly out. The old guy looks surprised when we walk through but we give him a cheery "good night" as we go past. His eyes follow Raewyn all the way, her towel only just covering her bum, her cheeks jiggling invitingly in front of us. It was worth it for the look on his face. I imagine he will have a bit of streamline resistance for his next lap.

When we reach the lift we have to wait for a few seconds with water dripping off us, looking around nervously to see if anyone is coming. Luckily no. Back on our floor we run down the corridor like little kids, giggling all the way. I've got the key so I open the door. Raewyn smiles mischievously towards the camera at the end of the hall and lets her towel drop so she is naked for a moment in the corridor before coming in. "That will give the security guy something to enjoy."

"You are so bad!"

"Uh-huh. Now where were we? Oh yeah. You were going to do me doggy style then I was going to ride you again. Deal?"

<-O->

I awoke with her soft curves up against me and instantly got hard. We did it another couple of times before breakfast. We still had work to do at the house, but we were both suffering from a lack of sleep, so it was a slow day.

Our work dynamic changed after that, as you can imagine. I didn't stay at the hotel again so that meant we had to make some 'us' time during the day. So as well as meal breaks we also now had sex breaks whenever the mood took us. Usually just from behind with Raewyn bending over the kitchen table so I could push into her luxurious pillowy buttocks. A couple of times she let me rub my cock between her tits, but despite how good it feels it's hard to get off that way, so she sucked me until I was nearly cumming and let me jizz all over her luscious boobs.

Then she came up with the idea of working naked for a day. So we stripped off and did our painting in the nude. That was a safe bet because no one ever came by the house, which was slightly above the road on a small rise. We had a bath together at the end of the day to clean up, me at the back and her leaning against my chest so I could sponge her tits and legs while nibbling on her ears. Sex in the bath was fun too. Raewyn was enjoying her freedom and I was glad to be helping.

That was yesterday. Today she arrived with our usual lunch, and as she unpacked it she produced a spray can.

"What's that?" I asked innocently.

"Whipped cream," she replied.

"In a can?"

"Yep. Have you never seen it before?"

"I don't do a lot of baking."

"This isn't for baking sweetie - this is for me."

My blank look made her laugh. "I'll show you after lunch."

The morning goes by easily - we are now a good way through the work, despite our frequent distractions - then it's lunch time. We are eating and chatting as we do, then she tells me to tidy up. She strips off while I'm clearing away the left overs, but rather than bending over for me as usual, she lies down on the table top. Then she picks up the can of cream and shakes it before handing it to me. "Try some."

I spray a small amount in my mouth and swallow it. It tases like sickly sweet butter and I gag. "That's disgusting."

"That's a shame. I was going to ask you to spread it on me then lick it off."

"Oh." That changes everything. It isn't actually that bad, when you put it like that! "Sure, that sounds better."

So I get the nozzle lined up and start on her tits, putting rings of goo around her nipples. Then I go down to her pussy, which she incidentally waxed for our nude day, and cover her lips. Then I spread lines down each thigh. And then I go for it, starting on her legs, then her nipples and finally her pussy. She giggles the whole time and cums on my tongue when I clean up her clit. I'm not done though, so I get her to roll over and I spread the sticky goo all over her buttocks. This time I get on top and slip myself into her from behind so the cream spreads all over us as I pump away. We are a sweaty mess by the time we're finished. That calls for a shower, so we clean up in the suds, enjoying the hot water.

"You're coming to stay with me at the hotel tonight," she tells me as the steam mists up the shower box.

Sounds good.

<-O->

It had to come. Only a few days later the work was done and we needed to do the final tidy up of both the house and our relationship. It isn't an easy thing to make sense of. We have been in our own little bubble for a couple of weeks but now the real world is going to invade. First of all, we need to bring in the furniture and get the house set up. All Raewyn's stuff has been in storage, so she called in a moving company to bring it over. I helped out, playing the good nephew again, but it was difficult having the other guys in the house. I really just wanted to get the bedroom set up so I could have a tumble with her and 'christen' the place. Eventually we did and it was divine having the luxury of a soft mattress and duvet to play under, when all we've had up till now had been that hard kitchen table. I slept there with her that night, but in the morning I had to return to my hostel and start thinking about my upcoming studies. It's safe to say I was distracted.

When I called in during the week Raewyn told me she was planning a house warming party at the weekend. She had actually been planning it for a while and had already sent out invitations to a bunch of people from home so they could plan for a day in town. I was obviously on the guest list, but I wasn't looking forward to it much. Now I'm going to have to act like nothing has been happening so as not to stir up any gossip. Raewyn isn't about to launch into a new relationship. She's made that clear plenty of times on that kitchen table. I'm okay with being a friend with benefits. I'm realistic enough to know that what we have is just for fun, but if any of the big mouths from town get a sniff they will put two and two together and make fourteen.

<-O->

So in what seems like no time the big night has arrived.

Oh boy, this is going to be hard. Raewyn looks amazing as usual, in a beautiful cocktail dress that shows off her generous assets in a tasteful way, leaving a bit to the imagination but still showing enough cleavage and leg to have all the men folk salivating. I just want to get her in private so I can run my hands over her waist, cup her boobs and squeeze her bum, but there's no chance of that.

What's even worse is Mum and Dad are here. Dad is his usual ogling self. Mum does her best to ignore him, but I can tell she will be telling him off later. Mind you he isn't alone, and all the other wives there are doing their best to be civil, but I can sense their green eyes burning into her, which is ironic considering Raewyn is the only person there with actual green eyes.

Worse still - Raewyn's youngest daughter Kaitlin is here. Kaitlin is about three years older than me and is now working in a vet's clinic in Melbourne. We have never really got on well. Not sure why - she was always a bit smarter than me I guess and she never got into the beer and rugby social life of the high school. I haven't seen her for a couple of years and she has grown up a lot living in the city. She inherited her mum's good looks. If I had to make a celebrity comparison for her I would say she looks like Olivia Newton John in the movie Grease if ONJ had joined a shearing gang rather than a leather gang, all big blonde curls and long legs. She looks hot in her own version of a cocktail dress and that isn't helping the situation. I can't start checking out the daughter while dripping in my underwear over the mother! Someone help!

Raewyn has laid on a big spread so most people are gathered in the kitchen with the overflow in the lounge across the hall. I drift between the two, chatting with people I haven't seen for a while and generally keeping out of the way. I can't stay long in the kitchen because every time I look at the table all I can think about is Raewyn bent over it with me going in from behind. If that table could talk! So I mostly hang out in the lounge where it's a bit quieter.

After a while Raewyn comes in, being the good hostess and circulating. She chats to a couple of groups of people before noticing me by myself over by the window. She catches my eye and we share a knowing look across the room. Excusing herself from her conversation she comes over.

"Are you okay Drew?" she asks.

"Sure, I'm fine."

"It's just you seem to be hiding away."

"No, I'm good. It's more of my parent's crowd. And I don't want to spend all night talking to Mum and Dad."

"Yeah, true. I'm trying to avoid your Dad as well!" she laughs. "I'm hoping it isn't too awkward for you, that's all. Just keep in mind I'm more grateful to you than anyone else here, so make yourself at home and don't run away on me."

I smile dumbly and probably blush a little. "Thanks Raewyn. Don't worry, I won't disappear without saying goodbye."

She smiles quietly and strokes my arm gently as she moves away. Then she turns and says, "Kaitlin's here if you need someone your own age to talk to."

"Yeah I know. I said hi before." That's a lie, I haven't actually said anything to her, just a nod of recognition when she came in. I didn't realise it, but Kaitlin is actually in the lounge as well and I catch her eye as Raewyn leaves. She waits for a moment before breaking off her conversation and coming over to me. I smile as she approaches but she doesn't smile back.

"Hi Drew," she says firmly.

"Hi."

"I hear you've been helping Mum with the house."

"Yeah, just a bit of painting at the end there."

"Mum said. How did she seem to you?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well - you know, happy, sad, angry, you know."

"Um, mostly happy I guess."

"Hmm."

This is a strange conversation. I can tell she has something she wants to say. I try to change the subject by asking her about her job but she only gives short, uninterested answers. Eventually she just spits it out.

"Drew, have you been banging my Mum?"

I just about choke on my beer. "What?!"

"You heard. I've seen the way you look at each other."

"Look like what?"

"Like two people who have seen each other naked," she hisses.

Luckily the background music is loud enough that no one can overhear us. I just stare at her in shock, not knowing how to respond. I don't know how, but somehow Raewyn must have been able to sense something was up because she has come back into the room again and is making her way discreetly over to us. I breath an inward sigh of relief, but that is only temporary as it dawns on me that things are about to get even more complicated.

"Everything okay?" she asks

I just stare at her helplessly, but Kaitlin is on a roll so she takes over.

"I was just asking Drew if he has been having it off with you."

Raewyn doesn't react, but narrows her eyes and answers in a firm parental tone that is pitched so as not to attract attention. "Now you listen to me missy - that is very rude and it's actually none of your business, so even if we were I'm not going to tell you."

"So in other words, yes."

"Kaitlin, you need to cut it out. Drew has been a big help to me and I'm very grateful. Anything else is nothing to do with you."

I'm actually starting to shake in my boots. This is a vipers' den for gossip and Raewyn is holding the fiery torch that will keep them at bay. I decide to make it easy for everyone. "Maybe I should call it a night."

Raewyn gives me a sympathetic glance. "You don't have to go just because this little madam can't be nice. I want you to stay a bit longer. If anyone should be going..."

"Fine Mum. You have your little game. I'm just watching out for you. Ever since Dad left you've been on your own..."

"No I haven't. I've been doing just fine thank you. Your Dad leaving was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Mum!"

"No, I mean it. He treated me like the hired help and threw me away in the end. Good riddance. I'm now setting myself up for the life I want. You should be happy for me."

Kaitlin looks flummoxed and shakes her head. "Just be careful, okay?"

"Noted my dear. Now if you'll excuse me."

Raewyn waits until Kaitlin drifts off then turns to me. "Drew, honey I am so sorry. That was totally unnecessary. I hope you don't rush off after that."

I'm so grateful I want to kiss her on the spot but I keep my cool despite my lingering terror. "It's okay Raewyn. She's just looking out for you."

She looks touched. "Oh you are so sweet. I'm lucky to have you. Now come into the kitchen and have something to eat and drink.

I follow her out, glancing nervously at Kaitlin on the way out. She has rejoined her group and watches me like a hawk as I go.

I end up doing what most people do after they have had a shock - I end up talking to my Mum! She whispers to me that she's making sure Dad doesn't make a fool of himself as he is now well into the free beer. I laugh. Little does she know it isn't Dad she has to worry about.

So I stay for a bit and eat and drink, and eventually get rid of the nerves, but enough is enough and it's soon time to go. I go over to Raewyn and let her know I'm leaving.

"Okay, I'll see you out."

We walk down the hall and pause at the front door, half closing it so we are partially shielded from view.

"Drew, I can't thank you enough - for everything."

"Same - it's been unreal. You are an amazing woman."

"Now I don't want you to be a stranger, okay?"

I smile reassuringly. "Of course. You don't get rid of me that easy."

Raewyn's smile makes me melt, and I feel that familiar stirring in my jeans. "Good," she says in a low husky voice. "Now get out of here before I do something I might regret."

We laugh quietly and she gives me a kiss on the cheek before turning and going back inside. As I turn to go I realise someone has been sitting on the seat on the veranda the whole time. It's Kaitlin. She is sitting there in the dark vaping, watching the clouds waft into the night air.

"You're off then," she says matter of factly.

Oh shit. How much of that did she hear? Given her expression I would say all of it.

"Yeah, I'm going to get going," is the best I can do in reply.

She turns to me and fixes me with her piercing eyes in a look of anger, contempt and concern. "Just don't hurt my Mum, okay?" is all she says. Her look of concern is all that stops me from biting back.

"Look Kaitlin, I would never do anything to hurt her."

She looks back into the night and takes a long drag before loudly expelling the cloud.

She has said her piece, so I start walking down the path. "Goodnight Kaitlin," I say over my shoulder.

She says nothing in reply.