When I'm Cleaning Windows

George had been a window cleaner for a few years. He'd worked for Sinbad's crew and was a popular member of the gang.

One of the older members Alf, was unable to work after some injuries from falling off his ladder so George was given his round for a few weeks.

He'd deputised for people before and it was always interesting in seeing how different cleaners were thought of by their customers.

Alf was a gentle soul. In his early 60's and probably too old to be climbing up and down a ladder but he was one of Sinbad's longest serving workers, so everyone figured he'd earned the right to decide when it was time for him to hang up his 'shammy'.

George soon discovered many of Alf's customers were middle class, well-to-do women in their late 30's-early 40's. Some of them worked from home but many of them clearly had husbands who earned enough to support them both and any family, so they were the more traditional housewives.

There was a real mixture of responses to the new boy on the job.

Some were just happy for anyone to clean their windows, others obviously saw him as 'staff'. But a few were more than interested in a younger, more agile, maybe more virile, man they could take a look at.

Not that any of them were necessarily making it easy for him.

But he'd certainly made a note of those who seemed to give him the eye each time he called.

George was in his 50's and still very much a red-blooded horny bastard.

One of his main motivations for doing the job was for the old cliched instances of bored housewives, skimpy lingerie on the washing line or even a flash of bare skin as he appeared at a bedroom window by surprise.

He'd had a reasonable amount of incidents in the past but no actual physical encounters.

One particular lady was probably as tall as him, with long dark hair and curves he was just dying to get his grubby little hands on. Sometimes she wore her hair up, especially if she was doing some housework, and other times she let it fall seductively down one side, so it covered a nipple.

George had clocked her bum almost as soon as he saw her. She was hanging out some washing on the line wearing some lovely tight leggings. When she bent down for a clothes peg the sun shone a line beautifully down over her cheek, down her thigh and her calf.

She had a loose-fitting black jumper on which opened just nicely when she bent over so George got a good glimpse of cleavage. Boobs just big enough to be a handful.

This was his third or fourth visit and for some reason he felt particularly horny as he wondered what she would be wearing.

Slightly disappointed to find she wasn't in the garden, George got to work on the downstairs windows.

He did the patio doors round the back and there was no sign of her.

She wasn't even pottering about in the kitchen when he reached there either.

Maybe she was out, he thought to himself. Which was a bit of a shame as, not only was he eager to see her sexy body, beautiful flowing hair and sensuous eyes. He also needed a change of water after doing the downstairs.

He had engineered this just so he had an excuse to knock on her door and meet her face-to-face.

There had been times when he'd wanted to buy one of those covert cameras so he could record the women he saw, allowing him to enjoy a glorious wank over the footage later. Then he thought that would probably be a bit creepy and also get him the sack if Sinbad ever found out.

So he made a point of mentally taking screenshots in his mind so he could recall them back home when playing with his cock.

With still no sign of the lady, he started on the upstairs with water which was probably too dirty. If Sinbad ever found out he'd be for it, but he figured he'd get away with it just this once. He was due next door following this so he could always nip back and go over the upstairs windows later, especially if the lady really wasn't at home.

He was doing, what he imagined was, one of the spare bedrooms when his mind began to wander to whether she was in the bathroom.

Wouldn't it be great if she was in the shower or the bath and he could time it right by doing her bedroom windows at just the time she walked in, in only a towel?

He was suddenly aware of the warmth of the sun on the back of his bare legs. He always wore shorts, no matter the weather, as it was far easier to climb up and down off the ladder in them.

He moved his ladder to the bedroom and climbed up.

Still in a bit of a dream, he began to rub his cloth over the glass before he'd really got to the correct height, so just his head was visible from inside.

"Fuck! There she is!" He muttered to himself.

Sure enough. She was over by the mirror just in the doorway. The light was the other side of her to where George was so she was silhouetted for a while before his eyes could re-adjust.

She had a black lace camisole which had a split down the back. It came down to just below her panties, which were black too.

She was clearly modelling herself in the mirror. Checking out the fitting and style.

George stopped dead.

He didn't want to alert her to his presence in case she was offended or just shy enough to stop the show there and then.

Two wide straps went over her shoulder and held her boobs nicely in place.

Almost as if she was one of those AI models you could direct, at just the moment he was wondering what she looked like from the front - she turned and looked at her reflection at right-angles to the mirror. For George he got a ringside seat and the best view in the house. Or out of it, in this case.

She was wearing glasses and playing with her hair. Seeing what it looked like down the front over one shoulder, or down behind her. Then she'd hold it up at the back and twist her face to see what she preferred.

His cock twitched every time she let go of her hair and it fell naturally over the shoulders.

He imagined being stood behind her, holding her hair for her and then kissing her bare neck and shoulders and getting his hands on those fabulous tits.

When she turned away from him again and looked left into the mirror, he got a great view of her beautiful bum in those panties.

He could feel himself getting hard in his shorts.

All of a sudden, she turned back to the bed and began to slowly remove the top. Pulling it up over her head her tits bounced majestically on release.

She slipped her fingers each side of the panties and pushed them down her legs, subtly stepping out of them.

There she was.

Stark naked.

Because of the light she was still too dark for George to properly make out whether she was shaved or not.

Then he realised why his vision was really getting impaired. His breath was so hot it was steaming up the window. Being up a ladder meant he couldn't just move to the side. While shouting fuck inside his head, he had no choice but to duck down and wait for the mist to clear.

Frustrated at the time it was taking he swiftly made his way down the ladder, missing out the last few rungs as he jumped to the ground. Keeping his balance he move the ladder slightly to the side and quickly scurried back up.

By the time he reached the top again he discovered she had pulled on some nylon hose.

She had just got both legs in and was stood up straight ready to pull the material over her bum, when he resumed his viewing position.

He noticed she hadn't got any panties on.

Was she checking how the nylon felt against her bare pussy? Was she considering wearing these without panties?

The possibilities were so delicious he just couldn't resist giving his bulge a good little squeeze. In doing so he felt a slight wetness in his trunks.

After all, she really was hot.

He watched, mesmerised as she pulled the nylon over her naked bum, wiggling it into position as she went.

Then to his sheer (sorry about the pun) delight she lifted one leg onto the bed and began to run her hands seductively all the way up from her ankle, up her calf, over her thigh and up to her bum. Smoothing the material into place.

She started with her left leg, one furthest from him. He was almost drooling when she did the same with her right leg. Being a lover of curves, he could just about make out the curve of her bum, the top of her thigh and then down over her knee and down her calf.

As she turned to face to the mirror she gave an extra wiggle of her waist just to make sure the material was exactly where she wanted it.

George was almost at the point where he wanted to unzip his shorts there and then on the ladder and get his cock out in the open.

But he thought better of it as he could be seen from the house over the back. Besides, he still didn't know whether she knew he was there or not and if she didn't know -- would she want him there if she found out?

It was all quite exciting, though.

Still taking in the glorious performance on show he was dying to see if the light caught the nylon down her leg, just to discover how sheer the material was.

She turned back to the bed and picked something from it.

Panties!

He was hugely satisfied when she turned away from him to pull them on.

One leg lifted up to squeeze a buttock perfectly, then the same with the other one.

Another wiggle as she pulled the lacy clothing up her nylon covered legs. As the material reached her crotch she turned to the mirror. George could just about make out in the reflection of her hand smooth over her stomach and over her pussy.

She was turned on. He was sure of it.

Would she continue to run her fingers over herself?

As she gazed at herself in the mirror, her right hand still over her pussy. Her left hand moved slowly up and tweaked a nipple.

George felt the blood run from his body and straight to his cock.

Fuck! What was he going to do? His cock was straining his shorts. He could feel the end of it was wet. He just knew there'd be a white mark on the inside of his black trunks. He was desperate to give it a tug.

Fuck this was the best show he'd ever seen.

Of course he couldn't tell anyone. This wasn't his round. Not his customer. Had Alf ever had the pleasure of seeing this? If he had, he'd kept it to himself the dirty old bugger.

Eventually, the lady walked out of the bedroom and presumably to another bedroom.

George was suddenly struck with a dilemma.

Should he just continue with the bedroom windows? What if she came back and saw him and was startled?

Maybe if she never discovered he'd seen her, he'd be able to see this sort of thing another time?

He decided he'd let her know he was there by going back down the ladder, knocking on the door and asking for some fresh water. That way, she might not work out he'd done the upstairs by that point, so she'd never known he was there.

When he got to the bottom of the ladder he was suddenly struck with the idea she might've gone off to masturbate. He was certain she hadn't gone for a shower. What if she was back in the bedroom and he'd missed the rest of the show?

He hesitated for a few minutes before deciding to go with his original plan.

He knocked on the back door, stepped back and waited.

His heart was thumping in his chest. Almost bursting through. What would she have quickly thrown on to answer the door?

He was trying desperately to listen for any movement. Was she scurrying around trying to find something to cover herself? What if she just answered the door in what he'd seen her wearing?

Just hose and panties!

Eventually he could see a shadow through the glass and as he heard the click of key in the door, he felt his cock twitch once more. His heart was like a piston thumping at his chest.

Her eyes were the first thing which hit him.

Obviously, he'd seen them before when she paid him for his last job. This time, though, there was a smouldering, almost vacant look to them as if she wasn't completely there in the moment with him.

She didn't really appear surprised to see him, which he'd expected. She smiled softly at him. A warm smile which seemed to heat him from the inside.

She didn't actually say anything. Just smiled.

He stammered a request to re-fill his bucket with clean water, to which she stepped to one side and nodded for him to come in.

As he put his foot on the step to meet her height, their eyes met.

It must have only been for a second, but he felt her stare reach right inside him and tug at his soul.

Fuck! His brain screamed.

She waited for him to move past her, shutting the door behind him then she walked past him to towards the sink, collecting his bucket on the way.

This gave him a 360 view of her. She was dressed in just a long t-shirt. As she moved towards him, through her t-shirt he could see her nipples were hard. Then as she passed he could make out the pantyline around her bum and he noticed she was still wearing the hose he'd enjoyed her adorn herself with.

As she reached up slightly to place the bucket in the sink, he admired the way the t-shirt rode up slightly giving him a great view of the backs of her legs. The muscles stretched slightly giving superb lines down under the nylon.

As the water began to fill the bucket she looked down at her stockinged feet and noticed a few drips from when she lifted it into the sink.

Calmly and without any sense of embarrassment, she bent over to wipe them up, keeping her legs straight.

George's eyes were all over this with pinpoint accuracy. The t-shirt rode right up the back of her thighs to reveal the panties.

Burgundy.

Full back panties stretched so nicely over her gorgeous butt cheeks he could see the line of her crack down the middle.

He could quickly make out they were lacy at the front but from behind he could see there was coverage over her crotch.

He loved nylon.

He loved panties.

He loved almost any design of panty.

He was never really fussed whether the panties were under or over the hose. There was something equally sexy about both.

He couldn't stop thinking about whether the panties were only a temporary measure for the hose and whether she would be wearing them or not.

Once she'd finished wiping up, she calmly placed the cloth on the side of the sink, turned to face him. Leaning against the sink she looked him straight in the eye.

"Had a good look have we?"

George felt himself go bright red.

What did she mean? Did she know he'd have been looking when she bent over just then? Well, any guy would, wouldn't they?

Or did she know he was watching earlier?

Was he in trouble?

He quickly gathered himself and replied, confidently,

"For now."

"Oh you think there's more, do you?" She countered. The words dancing seductively from her lips.

"Oh I didn't say I'd seen enough."

George was just getting into his stride. He knew he was being cheeky. He knew he was pushing the boundaries. He could get thrown out. Maybe slapped, even. But he figured he'd had a pretty good show to go home very satisfied, with enough material stored in his memory banks to have him jerking his cock almost all the way off.

"Erm.... the tap?" George said, slightly alarmed she didn't seem too bothered it had almost reached the top of the bucket.

For what seemed like an eternity, she slowly turned her head to the sink. Still with the alacrity of a cruise liner in a dock she looked at the soon to be overflowing bucket, then back at George.

"What about it?" She asked. Her eyelids fluttering. Testing his response.

With one lunge George hurled himself forward to turn the tap off.

She barely moved out of his way, forcing him to reach round her. Once the water was turned off, he found himself standing right up close to her.

"Relax will you? So what if we get a little wet. Won't hurt anyone."

"Er..... well..... maybe not," he stammered. "But I'll never be able to lift that out otherwise." He reasoned.

"Oh I see. Surely a big strong boy like you can manage?"

Her eyes darted over his face, down his chest to his shorts and up again.

"I mean. I've seen you handle those ladders."

He felt his heart race once more. She'd noticed him. What had she been thinking?

"Ok, but I didn't want to get your floor all wet." He added, trying to sound serious.

With one movement she dipped her fingers in the water and flicked water over his shirt.

"What's wrong with getting a little wet?" She protested.

Instinctively, George dipped his fingers in the bucket and flicked water over her t-shirt.

She flinched.

For a brief second he thought 'oh shit, what have I done?' But instead she just laughed, flicked some more water back at him.

"I see. Getting more cocky now are we?" Her eyes once more darting up and down him, checking him out.

"I'm sure you can handle a bit of cocky." He replied, smiling smugly.

"What do you know about what I can handle?" She answered. This time moving slightly closer to him and running her forefinger across his chest then round in a circle.

As soon as she touched him he felt his cock shout from inside his shorts. Begging to be let out.

Her eyes stared deep into his. He tried to break the stare but every flicker of his eyes away from hers were just dragged back again.

"Not gone all shy have we?" She offered, starting to ramp the temperature up a notch or two.

"Would you like to see this t-shirt get all wet?"

Now they were off and running. He knew he wasn't getting out of there unscathed.

This was fighting talk. Game on. She'd made her move and it was up to him to match it. Or get out.

He chose to play his hand.

But before he could answer with something witty, she stopped him cold.

"Get a good look earlier?"

He knew what she was on about. She wasn't talking about a second ago when she bent over in front of him.

She was talking about what he'd seen through her bedroom window.

For a second he thought about protesting. Drawing her out to admit she'd seen he was there.

He thought better of it.

"Best seat in the house," he answered, hoping to move things onto the next square on the board.

She just stared. Studying him. Her eyes flickering from left to right. Working out his thoughts.

She looked down at his chest, once more drawing a circle on it.

"Did you like what you saw?" Her voice had dropped a little. Softer, more seductive.

He could feel himself being reeled in.

"Oh yes. Very much."

"How much?" She said as her finger began to move down over his stomach.

"A lot." He replied. His breathing only coming through his nose as his heartbeat moved up a gear.

"How much?" She repeated as her finger was now at the belt of his shorts.

He hesitated for a second before he felt her hand cup his bulge.

She squeezed.

"Oh this much, eh?" She said as her eyes flickered, her eyebrows raised and her voice becoming more sensual and throaty.

He moaned.

"Like that do yer?"

He was, by this time, putty in her hands. Well, she did have him by the bollocks.

He moaned once more. This time adding a slightly higher tone revealing he was getting turned on.

She knew it, of course.

"What did you like best?" She challenged.

Her eyes looking straight at him. Almost right through him.

He knew his answer could unlock a vital code.

Stupidly, he simply said,

"All of it."

He knew as soon as the words left his mouth he'd entered the wrong password.

Sounding a little frustrated she tried again.

"Yes, but which bit in particular?"

He thought for a second and was hit with a stern,

"Tell me!"

Said with the same softness of before but tinted with a firmness which meant he better come up with a sensible answer otherwise he was going back out that door to finish the windows and never coming back.

Chance gone.

"I loved watching you pull that hose over your bum."

"Yes?...... go on."

Her fingers began to move slowly over his bulge rather than grip it.

We're in, he thought to himself. Come on, make the most of this.

"I loved the curve of your bum as you had your foot up on the bed."

"Mmm." She purred. "And?"

"Well....... what I really loved....."

"Yes?"

He could feel her breath on his cheek as he realised she'd moved her face just a little closer to his. She wasn't looking into his eyes at this point but clearly waiting for him to say the right thing.

"What I really loved......."

He just did it without thinking. Pure instinct. It felt so right and he knew he'd regret it if he didn't.

He placed his hands on her waist.

She didn't move away. She didn't push him away. She almost cuddled into him.

"..... was when you pulled those panties up and wiggled your bum."

Bingo!

That last syllable was yet to fade from his voice when she looked up and planted her lips on his.

She was definite.

Confident.

Determined.

Her right hand still on his bulge, her left came up and cupped the back of his head, pressing it against her mouth.

Her lips were massaging his as if they were plasticene.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling them both close.

He could feel her rock hard nipples digging into his chest.

He started to move his chest from side to side. Massaging her nipples with his torso.

Then he felt her tongue.

He was taking in so much information by this stage. Watching for how she moved against him. Taking notes on her reactions.

When he felt her tongue against his lips, he dutifully opened them to welcome it in.

It was like an electric shock ripping through his nerves. Their breathing became louder, more passionate, more eager.

Her right hand was round his back, feeling the contours of his body as if he was brail.

He pressed his bulge against her and through her lips he felt her moan.

They began to grind against each other.

He could feel how wet his cock was inside his trunks. He imagined her being wet against the nylon of her hose.

After a few minutes of deep, passionate kisses. Sometimes lips, sometimes just the tongues flicking. Eventually, she pulled her face away.

Once more he acted on instinct. His mouth kissing across her cheek and down her neck.

She moved her head back to signal her approval.

Then she whispered softly,

"If you like these panties so much, I'll let you take them off."

To begin with he simply grabbed them and started to move them downwards.

"No." She said. "I want you to watch them as you take them off. You'll need to kneel down."

He just did as she instructed.

Dropped to his knees so he got the best possible view as he slid them down her hose. Straight away he noticed the wet patch in the crotch.

He breathed it in.

It smelled fucking amazing.

Warm and slightly salty.

As he slid the panties down her calves to her ankles, he slid a hand up the inside of her thigh.

He felt her shiver.

She lifted her leg up to step out of the underwear as he kept his hand on her inner thigh. As her leg bent his hand moved higher.

He felt her fingers grip his shoulder. Not just for balance, either.

She then lifted the other leg and once her feet were free of the clothing he wrapped his hands around her thighs. Moving them up and down. Feeling the sheer, smooth nylon under his fingers.

He could feel the warmth of her legs underneath.

He moved his head forwards and kissed.

He kissed the material, feeling it delicately against his lips. Then he ran his tongue over the fabric.

Up and down her thighs.

He looked up at her and saw she was fixing him with a pinpoint stare. Her eyes smouldering as the fire was beginning to take hold.

The feeling of the nylon was incredible under his touch. The sound as his fingers moved over them was unbelievable.

A soft, dry whisper like faint 'shhh'.

The empty kitchen added to the mood as the sound reverberated against the stone tiles.

After a few minutes he was desperate to get his hands, mouth and tongue on her bum.

He looked up again and calmly whispered,

"Turn around."

A smile emerged across her lips as she raised an eyebrow. For a split second he thought she found the whole process very sexy and was impressed with his ambition. But it was when she turned around completely, he discovered the thought pervading her mind.

She slowly turned round to face the sink, pushing her bum out slightly.

As he looked at her beautiful curvy arse he noticed something.

A butt plug.

It dawned on him. That must've been where she went when she left her bedroom.

She went to slip a plug in and the little blue jewelled toy was glistening in the sunlight flowing through the window.

He pressed it.

She groaned.

He pressed again and she pushed her bum back towards him.

Deciding to take his time, he ran his hands lightly over her cheeks. Moving them around in a circular motion before he broke the tension with a sharp slap.

She yelped.

Haha, he thought. She wasn't expecting that. Up to now she acted like she was in control, but the quick spank had made her understand he was no amateur.

He continued to run his fingers over her cheeks, then down round the curve. Moving them slowly down the inside of her thighs, enjoying the sight of her slowly spreading her legs apart. This gave him space to move his fingers firmly up the inside of her thigh to her nylon covered pussy.

He felt the wetness.

He breathed in the aroma of her arousal, savouring the smell of her juice which was beginning to flow under the hose.

Then he spread his fingers across the top of the back of her legs and, maintaining a firm press, moved them slowly down.

She physically wriggled under his touch.

Shivering.

Moaning.

Groaning.

He heard her whisper "fuck!" and this spurred him on further.

Using his fingers to squeeze her cheeks he gave them another quick smack. Once

more she gave out a squeak.

After playing with the toy pressed inside her butt he made an attempt to grip the waist band of the hose in an effort to pull them down.

"Just rip it, I can't wait!"

She called out.

The sound hit the stone floor and bounced back up into his ears, down his spine and right into his cock.

So he did. He grabbed the hose and pulled with all his might until he heard the sound of it ripping.

She kept repeating "oh fuck," as he went and he kept going until the cheeks were revealed and the round blue plug sat proudly like one of the crown jewels.

He twirled it round in her hole then began moving it in and out. Fucking her arsehole.

The noises emanating from her mouth were very rude, dirty more akin to the docks.

He gently pulled the plug out and heard the sound of a 'plop' from her arse as it closed on exit. Looking at it, he enjoyed the sight of how wet it was from the juice of her butt.

He pressed it back on her hole and pushed it in. She moaned loudly once her muscles relented to swallow the end.

Once he pulled it out again she immediately turned round, stopping him in his tracks.

"Suck it!"

She said sternly. "Suck it, you dirty bastard!"

For a minute he was taken aback. This wasn't necessarily something he had been expecting. Not something he'd done before.

He looked at her, almost pleading with his eyes. Was she sure? Is that really what she wanted him to do?

Before he could ask himself any more questions, she took hold of his wrist and moved the toy towards his mouth.

Again, with another stern voice she coldly said, "suck it!"

This time he did as he was told. He opened his mouth, slipped the toy inside and closed his lips.

The taste was amazing.

He sucked hard. Cleaning the toy completely.

She sneered at him, "dirty fucker."

The cruel look on her face, the sneer on her lips, the contempt in her tone just had his cock straining against his shorts.

He glanced around the room and decided he wanted to fuck her against the sink if he could. But she had other ideas.

"Get those shorts off." She demanded.

He stood up. Unzipped the shorts and let them drop to his feet.

"Come on! Get those things off as well." She ordered once more, pointing at his trunks.

He quickly slipped those off too and was given his next order.

"Get up on the side there."

She pointed to her left and gestured to a clear space next to the sink where he could sit. He got up there and she immediately went to town on his cock.

With her eyes only interested in what was between his legs, she waited to see it grow a little before taking it between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed it.

Then began to rub it up and down.

Her grip tightened.

She was roughly wanking him and soon precum was flicking off the head onto his thighs.

She still hadn't made eye contact from the moment he sat on the Formica. Calmly she bowed her head, pulled the skin back and he felt her tongue flick the head.

Collecting the precum.

She expertly swirled the tongue around the head which was developing a darker purple tinge. Under her tight grip he could feel his cock getting harder and harder.

She wasn't gentle and she wasn't patient either. Eventually her mouth closed around it and she sucked hard.

He slapped his hands on the side as the pressure she was exerting was almost too much to bear.

She sucked loudly. The room filled with the sound of her slurping.

The whole experience was an erotic dream for his senses.

After more hard and sustained sucking, in a method which could only be described as 'gorging', she pulled his cock from her mouth -- gasping for air.

The shaft of his cock was wet with her saliva as she'd pushed it deep into her throat.

She licked up one side of his shaft and down the other before finally meeting his eyes with hers.

She then stood up.

Her pussy was still covered by the nylon of her hose as it was just her arse he'd exposed when he ripped it.

She maintained eye contact as her fingers slipped inside her hose and she started to rub her pussy vigorously.

George couldn't do anything other than enjoy the show, admiring the working her lips were getting.

Instinctively, he grabbed his cock and began to wank. The two mutually pleasuring themselves in front of each other. Soon the sound of her sopping wet pussy was matched by his wet, sloppy cock.

Then without warning, she stopped. Busily pulled down the ripped hose, stepped out of it and turned to bend over the table.

This was a clear sign he was required to get off the side and join her.

Holding his cock he moved straight behind her and placed it right at the entrance to her pussy, making sure he covered the head with her juice.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Not in there. Why do you think I've been stretching my arsehole? Get your cock in there."

He loved how demanding she was and yet he did feel a little stupid he hadn't made the connection.

He made sure the head of his cock was well covered in her juice, now dripping down her inner thigh. Once he was sure he was nicely lubed he pushed it against her arsehole.

He had to use a little more force to push it in, but he could feel her muscles relent slightly as the head began to disappear from view. It really turned him on how welcoming her arsehole was for his cock. There wasn't much resistance at all.

She grunted. Noises which were coming from the depths. He could tell she was no stranger to anal sex and began to wonder if she preferred it in there.

He pushed hard against her and eventually felt the muscles contract around his cock in a sign he was locked in there.

He could feel his cock throb inside her, so he knew she could.

She'd given out a little scream as he pushed right inside her. Yet now her sounds were more guttural.

He slowly started withdrawing then pushing in.

Each push generating suitable sound effects from her.

Each grunt encouraging him further.

He began to push with more force.

Deeper, heavier grunts.

The grunts were punctuated with the occasional,

"Oh fuck yeah!"

Or,

"Come on, fuck me!"

As she was encouraging his stroke like a cox does with a rowing crew.

Not one to disappoint a lady, he duly obliged.

The table started to move under the force of him fucking her arse. He was really banging into her and she was taking every inch and every stroke he could give.

He joined in with the grunts and the fucks.

For a split second his mind wondered how good an audio they could be producing.

Every now and then she would bang the table with her fist as more obscenities oozed from her mouth.

He could feel her shudder. Her muscles gripping his cock as he figured she was experiencing an orgasm.

Then a few minutes later she gave out a huge scream. It filled the room. Echoed off every wall, off the floor, off the ceiling.

Instinctively he stopped.

"Keep going you bastard!" She shouted.

With that he slammed into her as hard as he could.

Gripping her waist so very tight, he made sure his stance gave him the best angle to really pound her arsehole.

She'd been a complete stranger to him not so long ago, yet just from seeing her trying on some lingerie in her bedroom to now fucking her arse over the kitchen table. It was a dream come true.

That thought had him sensing a marshalling of the sperm troops in his balls. Ready to go over the top.

He could feel he was close to emptying himself.

Just a few more strokes, he reckoned.

"I'm gonna cum," he said, firmly.

"Fill me, you bastard!" She replied.

That was all it took.

He reached the stage where one more thrust was the point of no return and sure enough, a whole wave of emotion surged through his veins.

His cum shot out of his cock as he jerked violently inside her. Still thrusting he enjoyed the warm sensation of the hot, sticky liquid surrounding his cock inside her.

The sounds became more 'squelchy'.

After a few moments he felt the blood start to recede back to the rest of his body. He gradually came to his senses as he panted and puffed as if he had been on a rowing machine.

She was still bent over the table.

He quickly recalled the scream she let out as she felt him fill her up.

His head was spinning. Still bursting from the sheer emotion of it all.

He slowly withdrew from her and briefly admired the sight of his cum beginning to dribble out of her hole, over her pussy and down her inner thighs.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the jewelled plug she'd had in her arse before him.

Suddenly a naughty thought came over him and he picked it up and pushed it into her arsehole.

That brought almost the loudest, "fuck!" from her mouth as she really wasn't expecting it.

He began to fuck her with it, as his cum began to spurt out the sides.

"Fuck, that's like another cock fucking me so soon after you," she gasped, struggling to get enough breath to make the words audible.

As he pushed it in and pulled it out her grunts went up a pitch or two. He felt so dirty, fucking her spunk-filled arsehole with the toy.

His spunk.

Her toy.

She went quiet for a second and he knew she was close.

Eventually, after what seemed like ages, but was only really a few seconds, she shuddered.

Only this time her whole body shook.

He tried to keep the toy in her but the convulsions spat it out of her arsehole.

A huge, loud scream filled the room.

He watched in awe at how her little arsehole puckered and vibrated. Her flesh bright pink and coloured with his white cum.

She almost collapsed onto the table giving one huge grunt as all her energy seemed to leave her in one go. Gradually he came out of the sex-fuelled haze which had largely filled his mind since he saw her in her bedroom.

Eventually she gathered herself too. Kissing him slowly and deeply again, before gathering up her discarded clothes.

"I thought you were never going to take the bait," she said, breaking the silence between them.

"What? So you knew I was there?" He asked, quizzingly.

"Oh yeah. I saw you coming down the road. I've been feeling so fucking horny all morning. I had this package arrive this morning and had been trying it on. I thought it might be nice for you to be the first to see it.......... then hopefully I'd find out how good it looked on me."

She winked as she delivered that last line. He felt his cock begin to recover as it picked up the signal.

"My husband's away you see, but as I was trying on the outfit I just felt so unbelievably horny that I couldn't wait for him."

She moved closer, putting her arms around his shoulders and giving him another wet, sloppy kiss, before adding,

"And you did very nicely, I must say. Very nicely indeed."

Another kiss and for a split second he wondered if they were on for round two. But her next line killed that thought.

"Now get dressed and run along before someone realises you're late."

As he left her place and made his way next door he could feel he was floating on air.

He had heard stories of these sorts of encounters but had never experienced anything himself.

"Dirty old bugger," he thought to himself as his mind moved to Alf. Had he had the pleasure with her? Or maybe she took advantage of a younger man while she could.

He knew one thing. He'd be very sorry to give this round back to Alf.