We had some good news last week so a lot of the tension that has been with us for several months has started to dissipate. That doesn’t mean we’re at a loose end, far from it. What it means is that we can get on with the things that we should have been doing but couldn’t because of the issues that were causing the stress. It’s not simply that they were taking up our time but they stop you expressing yourself spontaneously too.
Today Alex was fixing some of the plumbing in the new house and spent much of the day in the loft and standing on a ladder in the airing cupboard. One of the two loft hatches is in there and that one is right next to the water tanks so whenever I passed the open door I found myself talking to his crotch. After a couple of occasions I noticed the button flies on his old “work jeans” were popping open as one of the buttons has fallen off. Having such a dirty mind I quietly reached up and tugged open an extra button so I could slide my hand inside.
Alex asked “I hope that’s you Suze.” Who else would it be? I thought and grasped firmly hold of his cock. Alex didn’t object though I don’t know how much work was being done while I massaged his member until it was bulging against his jeans. I withdrew my hand. “Do you want a cuppa?” I asked. “Please.” He replied.
I heard Alex follow me into the kitchen a few minutes later. I was looking out of the window at the countryside behind our house when I felt him pressing me against the counter top. Alex slid his hands underneath my T shirt and in a well-practiced move roughly pushed my bra up until my nipples and areola were exposed to be firmly pinched between his thumbs and forefingers. I smiled to myself because the unexpected groping was made more sensuous by the uncharacteristic roughness of his hands caused by days of manual work. I bent forward over the work surface and felt his hands leave my hardened nipples on their way to unfasten my jeans.
Coarse skin abraded my soft belly and snagged on my panties when he unfastened the denim and yanked it down to my knees. My panties came next leaving my pulsing pussy lips open to the cool air. I knew what was coming next but because his flies were of the button variety there was no warning zipping sound before I felt Alex’s hard, hot erection pressing against my right buttock. His hand slid down past my exposed asshole leaving me wishing he had lingered and toyed with it for a moment. Fuck where did that thought come from? I was so horny because of the release of all that tension.
Ass play aside he began to rub his index and middle finger up and down my slit to liberate the well of slippery juices that was being generated. His coarse skin was unfamiliar and more exciting to feel than his usual office worker hands and of course he knew his way around me, and inside me. That was good but I knew what he wanted and what was coming next. He spread his legs wide to lower himself to the level of my waiting pussy and I lifted myself up and as far forward onto the deep counter top as I could until my face was almost pressing on the glass of the window.
Alex slid into me with practised ease until I felt the soft material of his old, worn jeans and the buttons of the flies pressing up against my buttocks. I groaned and moan instantly, again because of the lack of stress that accompanied this coupling. Shit it felt good to just be fucked in the kitchen in the middle of the day. I could feel Alex’s thick cock massaging my G-spot while my clit pressed against the hard, cold counter top and was filled with an amazing sense of ecstasy at the freedom of it all.
I came and kept on cumming until I heard myself squelching with every movement Alex made. I could imagine him grinning behind me and then I thought of the wet patch on his faded old jeans around the base of his cock. Fuck! That image alone made me cum again and slump on the counter top. I felt him pulsing inside me, I think Alex grunted too but mainly I was aware of his shaft throbbing with waves of cum flowing through it.
Just writing that made me smile.