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All In A Day's Work
Connie opened the door before the sing-song chime had faded away. The light-blue van, with the lettering Marsh Home Care painted clearly on its panelled sides, was not to be seen, but the dark outline of Jack Marsh had filled the frosted glass panel.
"Hi, sorry I'm a bit late, but the last job took longer than expected." He reached out to her, and she was drawn into his arms before they shared deep open-mouthed kisses. Jack gently pushed shut the door behind him with his foot.
"At least you're here!" She was no longer surprised by his ways with her.
"After what we did I had to come back and check on the work I'd done for you. No problems with the sink, I hope?"
His teasing smile, the provocative look of his eyes upon her were the same as before, his strong body clothed in a clean white polo shirt and faded blue jeans, a studded biker's belt threaded through the hoops and cinched tight on his still lean waist. Often having to do hard physical work kept him in shape.
Jack had what looked to her a long face, slender and with long creases down each side of his mouth. Although clean-shaven, the darkness of his beard was clearly visible. He dwarfed her slender frame, and she again felt weak on seeing him and remembering all that had happened a few days ago and all that had been so tempestuously discovered. Then, it felt that they could not keep their hands off each other.
The spontaneity of it had surprised and pleased her beyond telling, she a widow and rediscovering all the joys that a man's taking of her could bring.
"No, there aren't any problems with the sink, but there are with me after what we found."
"That's why I rang to ask if I could call in. I left my van at the yard and parked my car by the camp's office and shop. It's what others seem to do."
She had chosen a park home lifestyle that catered for people like her, more often married couples; she a woman who was over 45 and who had been able to retire early from a local government dead-end job that had paid well, enough to put some money by and live off that and a pension. Her late husband had suggested this way of life after they had taken holidays in various seaside towns up and down the country.
She had migrated from a static caravan park home to a more lavish building, its rendered walls and asymmetric roof lending it some class, though she had never been the snooty type to say or do things that put others in their place.
"You look so good, Connie..."
"I feel that way," she answered on a wobbly smile. Jack really had turned her world upside down and she'd felt that she had to pinch herself as if to wake up from a dream.
Jack saw her check that the door was properly closed behind him, but she need not have done so. It had a deadlock and needed a key to be opened from the outside.
He looked approvingly at her as Connie led the way down the short corridor and into the small but fully fitted kitchen that was on one side of the home and separated by the corridor from the bathroom on the opposite side. Beyond lay two bedrooms and, looking back the way they had come, was the living room. It was all tastefully furnished and decorated, with photos on shelves revealing the man who had once been in her life and about whom he had not asked.
He'd drawn his own conclusions, right or wrong, but he knew that the woman with her cheap perfume lived a singleton's life now.
At about five-feet-six-inches tall, Connie Talbot had a curvy figure, accentuated by a pair of flattering black jeans and an emerald-green tank-top that was stretched over her sagging but perfectly rounded breasts that looked large on her slender frame. He could see her midriff and Connie's pierced belly button, and the words of her tattoo, the lettering spelling out 'once loved' close by.
She turned to face him. "Have a look..."
"I am," he teased and on giving her an approving glance once more, appreciating the look of a woman who had loved with him to a draining conclusion.
He was captivated by her green eyes, big and dark, alluring even, and knew from their time together how Connie's eyelashes could flutter in her moments of passion. She had a sensual mouth, skimmed with a soft pink lipstick but unglossed, and her reddish hair, streaked with blonde, hung down onto her slender shoulders.
Jack wasn't sure if Connie realised just how alluring she was to him; that she possessed a raw sexuality that had tempted him to make a pass at her a few days ago and that, much to his surprise and subsequent pleasure, she had submitted to.
Their chatty dealings with each other on two previous occasions when he had called in to be of help in repairing things, or attending to some new wiring, had begun the slow process of her seduction.
He knelt and gazed at his handiwork and reached in to run his fingers over the pipe joints and soon stood up. "Fixed... there are no leaks."
"As you mended me," she told him. "You can stay a while, I hope?"
"Yes, like I did the last time," he replied and drawing her into an embrace, their eyes again locked on the other's. "You seem okay after that fall... it's as well that I was here to help you."
"Yes, and in so many ways."
It seemed only too natural for them to rush back down the corridor and take to each other as they had done the day before.
♥
She had fallen heavily on the paved pathway that led up to the deck and the home's front door. The bag of groceries that she had been carrying spilling out and Jack, his hands full with what he had bought in the hardware store, as she went shopping, keeping him from helping her up the steps.
Her knees, hands and elbows were badly grazed and Conie fought back tears. "What a clumsy woman I am!"
He was attentive and put what he was carrying down on the decking and soon gathered up the spilled goods. He also picked up her purse and keys.
"I'll open up..."
"Thanks," she managed to smile. "You're quite some help to me."
She sensed that his eyes were on her as she leaned forward to assess the damage to her knees and hands. Her summer dress with its frilly hem and cropped sleeves showed off the lightness of her tanned skin; also, how smooth and supple it was.
"Tell me where the disinfectant is and some tissues and I'll get them..."
"You don't have to help me, Jack."
"I know that I don't have to, but I want to."
He saw her seated on the bench seat in the kitchen, her legs splayed, and the hem of her dress drawn up, her feet splayed on the floor. "I'll leave you to it and get on with fixing things that we had planned. Call me if you need any help won't you?"
It wasn't long, or time had gone by quickly as he worked, because Jack soon sensed her standing close, a faint whiff of the disinfectant soon reaching him.
"I prefer your perfume," he smiled and on standing up, the cover of the plug socket he had been working on, and the last of the tasks he had set for himself, screwed down securely. "Are you okay now?"
"Yes, it's helped that you're around... to pick me up, so to speak."
There was something in what she had said, unwittingly.
The look of her eyes prompted him to reach out to her. "Being with you, these last few days and helping out has made me realise that being on my own is no longer an option..."
"That goes for me too," she smiled and did not resist as Jack put his arms around her waist and slowly leaned in for their first, tentative, kiss. "I'm glad I didn't have to say it first."
"Are you okay with this?" Jack asked, "with me being here and kissing you... and now wanting you?"
"Everything you've done for me so far has made me feel better, Jack."
Jack pressed his mouth gently against hers and he instantly melted into the softness of her lips. He kissed her gently at first, then with more urgency as Connie responded. He pressed her lips with his and placed his hands on her hips before he pulled back and stood pressed against each other, sharing in these moments of sudden discovery.
No words were exchanged, but they each understood what the moment now held for them.
Jack's mouth found hers again and his hands left her hips and climbed their way around her back and Conne's embrace tightened before they kissed again, Jack's tongue slowly caressing her lips until they parted and it probed and swirled in her mouth, where it felt large and strong, its probing swirls insistent and suggestive of what he wanted them to do.
Connie liked the feel of Jack's arms wrapped around her. As the kiss continued, she dug her fingers into the flesh of his back and her arms pulled him tighter than she expected, pressing her breasts against him, hoping that their hardness would be noticed.
"Yes, it's that way for me too!" she gasped, clinging to him and lifting her head as she felt his lips press against her throat and his cock hard against her stomach.
The zip of her dress was slowly drawn down and she felt his breath son her shoulders as it was drawn away from her, Connie squirming as it was dragged down her body and his lips finally breathed warmly onto her breasts, his nose nuzzling her cleavage.
"I want to see all of you..."
They fumbled to undress each other, fought off the caress of hands to naked skin until they were again locked in an embrace and kissed wildly, their heads turning and lifted away as kisses were pressed to throats lips, shoulders and necks, and Jack's mouth claiming her breasts, Conie leaning back and shivering as his mouth tugged and sucked on her nipples.
She groped and stroked his penis, felt how hard and ready he was to take her; as it swept slowly over her tummy and she only ended their kiss once she had it in her hand.
"Don't take too long, before you enter me," she demanded, almost without breath.
"How do you want it?" he asked.
"I want it all... your mouth, you lips, your fingers and then... this!"
She wantonly tugged and stroked on his length as they stumbled towards the bed and they fell back on it, Connie's feet scrabbling furiously on the covers to make room for him before Jack pushed up her legs and nosed her slit, flickered his tongue over it before it darted in and swirled, his lips spread wide over her sex.
"Touch it," he growled.
He moved to kneel between her legs, and she rose, gripping his hips to enable her to feel his penis brush over her breastbone before she closed her breasts around it and worked him as her mouth kissed and just held his penis tip. Her tongue flickered over the dome, and he shuddered, the pleasure she now brought so wantonly arousing the first cramps in his nuts, the surest sign he always had of being on the point of succumbing to a climax.
He began to breath heavily as she worked him deeper into her mouth and the fingers of one hand stroked the base of his shaft or cupped his nuts.
"Don't... don't go on!" he called out.
"Jack, you wonder, I want you to come in my mouth!"
Connie gripped his butt cheeks, dragged her nails over them and then over the ribs of his spine, between them, as he probed and eased away, the tempo increasing until she heard his cry of pleasure as her mouth closed around him and his knob brushed the roof of her mouth.
Jack dug his fingers into Connie's hair and, looking down at her movements, and feeling the brush of her nipples on his thighs, he marvelled at the sight of his long penis disappearing into her mouth and heard the soft slurping and sucking sounds of her expert ways.
"What a wild woman you now are!"
He was naked with a resident of Lakeside, on her bed, and enjoying oral sex with a busty and lusty woman, his gentle swaying matched by the bobbing of her head.
"We've only just started!" she cried out and looked up at him with lust-filled eyes.
His body moved faster, and his fingers began gripping her head tighter. The more Connie's fingertips dug into his ass the more energetic they became and as her sucking and stroking rhythm made him feel on the edge, it felt that she would drain him of all the cum that he had, stored for so long and unclaimed by anyone for such a darned long time.
With the cramps in his belly and nut sac impossible to bear any longer, and with his body shuddering out of pleasure and the pain of trying to hold back, he hasped,
"For you!" he yelled as his semen rose in a mad rush.
His body jolted and searing spurts of his semen, the cream of his lustful desire for her body, coated the walls of her mouth or spurted down her throat, Connie gagging as she tried to swallow what she could before pulling away and the last of it covering her breasts.
He again stood as still as Connie captured what he had, leaned down to slick her tongue over his twitching tool even as his penis began to slowly grow limp.
"Jeez, woman, that was something else!"
"Let's make love," Connie suggested and slithered back up the bed, Jack following her like a prowling animal.
Wrapping their arms around each other, and with Jack lying between her thighs they resumed kissing, sharing them for minutes at a time as they caressed with hands, or slid their bodies over the other to maintain full and heated contact, skin on skin.
Jack began to pay homage to her body.
Jack kissed her chin, her ears, her neck as if an ich by inch, every crease and roll, at a time. He covered her shoulders with lip pecks and slipped his tongue into her armpits before working slowly down her body, his eager lips finding her breasts and hovered over them like a butterfly investigating a nectar-filled field flower. He slid his tongue over both breasts, took his time as if he had to lick every freckle, the clammy underside of each as she lifted them away and allowing him to do so. He feasted on each hard nipple and had his tongue tease them with swirling and flickering touches.
Connie made soft mewling sounds as she squirmed with raging delight aroused by his attention to her and after such a long time of being denied these carnal pleasures.
"Oh that' feels so wonderful, Jack," she moaned. "Don't stop, not for a moment!"
Her body went from an easy squirm to an electric jolt when Jack sucked her left nipple into his mouth. He felt her nails dig into his lower back as he tongued it and he felt the resistance in that hardened flesh as he claimed it.
"I'll feast on something else now," she heard him say as his touches and Jack's mouth trailed kisses down over the swell of her tummy and he could breathe in the sharp aroma of her sex. She was so wet and smelt so musky.
He nosed his way down to her pussy, which was wide and wet, also hairy; her curly pubes brushing his face, but they were no hindrance to what he wanted to do. He kissed all around it, teasing her, and licked her thighs, his claims provoking Connie to writhe even more wildly.
"Open some more for me," he asked and shifted her legs; coaxed Connie to put them on his back before he began to lick over her labia and poke his tongue deep into her.
It was wet, their actions wild and tasty, and with the encouraging clamp of her legs and hands on his body, and her squirming on his face, he was encouraged to push his mouth and tongue harder and deeper against and into her.
Connie's responses encouraged him to do more; he snaked his hands under her buttocks and began squeezing her cheeks in time with his tonguing of her slit, the rhythmic probing that he felt soon had Connie climbing the walls, her hands gripping his neck and her feet beating an erratic rhythm on his back.
She gasped and pulled on his hair. "I can't take any more of that! Bring it to me!"
Jack had felt her pussy's muscles squeeze on his tongue as if she wanted to have more of it in her and as his nose resumed its brush over her pussy' lips, Jack moved his head from side to side, or nodded to vary the point of contact. He lapped his tongue over her sex like a thirsty dog given a fresh bowl of water.
"Just this and then I'll come into you," he breathed before slowly wrapping his lips around Connie's swollen clit, her hips jumping to meet this assault upon her.
"What are you waiting for, Jack?" she screeched as he kept his mouth on her pussy's lips and his tongue teased her clit. She pulled on his hair once more and as they kissed the domed tip of his penis brushed over her thigh and she made a grab for it. "Do me... go on and fuck me with it!"
His cock slid all the way in with no resistance and instantly he was balls-deep inside her warm, wet, and pulsing pussy, its walls closing around it and the mayhem of their frenzied coupling finally began.
Their lips were joined as if they were of one body as Jack fought for breath. Her frenzied demands did not lessen as he pounded into her, the slow, slow, deep and searching rhythm beguiling and pleasurable as he slammed his body against her, again and again. Connie sighed with each stroke and met his movements, bucking her hips and tugging on him with tiring muscles.
"You're not hurting me so... so go on... go on!"
He wanted to give her a fuck that neither of them would forget too easily, even if it was their first time.
I... I... I want you to be my woman!" he panted as she wreaked an assault on his control and to prevent from climaxing. "You're my woman, not a customer that I do some work for!"
Making love to Connie was not to be all in a day's work; not now or ever.
They fucked with noisy fervour, breathing hard and became two sweaty bodies rutting in sexy sync as they sought to share and reach the pinnacle of sexual gratification and climax together.
Shuddering, Connie shrieked. "I'm there... oh yes... I'm there!"
Jack's penis leapt like a tiger freed from its cage. Dart after dart of his semen seared out of his penis slit and Connie gasped, arched her back and clung to him as they coupled, seeking no reprieve from the drugging pleasure so quickly discovered, the sounds of their smacking skins filling the small bedroom with its large bed that they had travelled over. Even the demonic creaking of the mattress seemed to announce that it too had been pushed to its limits.
"I'm going to keep on finding you until I cum again... I want you so badly!"
"Great fucking idea... sorry... it's how you're making me feel!" Connie exulted and with a grin on her face. "You can kiss me too."
His lips claimed her breasts and she pulled his head down to them as he kept pounding, her muscles closing around his penis and squeezing as hard as her remaining energy allowed and, in an effort, to make him hard again.
"Woman, there's a first time for everything!" Jack was hard again, or his erection sufficiently firm to pleasure her as they were fully joined, their bodies taking what they could from the other and their kisses deep; their tongues swirling and prodding into their lover's mouth and their bodies moving like a dinghy caught in a rough sea; bobbing, rising and falling, slipping into a moment of calm before the next wave of pleasure took them once more.
"We'll break each other!" Connie screeched and Jack felt the trills of Connie's moans on his mouth as he again felt her body tense as another orgasm overwhelmed her.
She climaxed in a gush and Jack felt her pussy's warm wash cover his partially erect penis as they succumbed to the final moments of their first time together.
"Don't you fare leave me now that we've done this. It's way too soon and your working day is over."
"The night's ours, Connie and I'm here for as long as you want and whenever you want."
He could finally collapse on the bed beside her, feeling utterly wasted but happy beyond telling.
♥
They talked of past loves as Connie cooked a light supper for them, she clothed in the swirly dress of thin cotton that Jack had seen her wearing a day or so ago and Jack wearing the clothes that he had arrived in, but without his pouch briefs. He'd washed but knew that their time together was far from over.
She'd showered twice but could still feel the warm slick of Jack's cum trickling out of her when she moved. She had caught her reflection in the hallway mirror -- her cheeks were still flushed, her breasts felt achy as did her thighs from how he had taken her. She had responded and had felt stretched open like never before.
Well?" he asked, his voice rough and manly. "How'd it go, Connie?"
"Behave, you've had your ways with me," she laughed and trying to prevent him from embracing her as she worked, one hand caressing her breasts as the other covering her mound. Her laugh was a girlish breathy sound that made his dick twitch just hearing it. "It was good. So good. It hurt - God, it hurt a little but in the best ways."
"I'll be gentler next time." He stopped his caresses and moved away to allow her space to serve their meal.
Jack knew that he had bottomed out in her, Connie's ways making that so easy to do, her hunger for being loved again impossible for him to resist and a spur to all that he had done in claiming her.
If she ached from their coupling, then so did he.
"Listen, a pal of mine has a boat, a cruiser he keeps at the old fishing and sluice harbour not far from here. I always go along and do some fishing while the others drink and the women natter. There's usually seven or eight of us. If you came along with me the numbers would even up... and I'll have company."
"And I do something different on a weekend," she smiled, stroking his arm and feeling a sudden rush of affection for him. "I'd love to go..."
"Great, I'll let Sam know that I'll have company. I warn you now, they can be a wild bunch, and anything can happen out there..."
"Don't fret so, love. After what I've been through, these last few days with you, nothing will surprise me."
She would live it all out and with Jack, the man who made everything in life sound as if it was all in a day's work.
♥
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