Odd Job Man
When I was 18 I had passed my driving test, but had no car. I decided that I would get myself a part time job to help me save up. As fate would have it, I was at my day job one day when one of the girls heard that I was after some extra money. She told me about a neighbour of hers who was after a man Friday to do some jobs around her house. Apparently she lived alone and wanted someone she could trust. It would be cash so it all sounded good to me. Lucy, the girl from the office asked me if she wanted her to put a word in for me. I thanked her and said that I would.
A couple of days passed before she came up to me to say that her neighbour would love to see me the next day which was a Saturday. I thanked Lucy as she gave me the address. The next day I called around and was greeted by a woman in her early 60’s. She was slim and attractive. She shook my hand and introduced herself as Claire. She invited me in. I looked around her hall. It was decorated to a high standard. The house was big and boasted an indoor pool and fully equipped gym. It left me in no doubt that this woman had money. She lifted a tea pot in the kitchen and nodded. I smiled and nodded back as she poured me a cup. Claire pulled out a chair and beckoned me to sit down. As we sat at the table, Claire explained what my role would be. I was to clean the house, windows inside and out and to undertake any DIY jobs that arose. I would be expected to arrive at the weekends, either Saturday or Sunday as arranged at 8am and work through till 5pm. For that she would pay me £60 in my hand.
I agreed and we agreed that I would start the following week. The day soon came around and I rang her door bell at exactly 8am. Claire answered the front door with a smile and ushered me in. She had taken time to make a small list of jobs she wanted doing. First on the list was the vacuuming. I got started and given the house was impeccable anyway, I was soon finished and going outside to clean the windows. Claire potted around as I dusted and emptied the dish washer. I could feel her watching me though I must add I didn’t feel uncomfortable.
The weeks rolled by and to be honest I was struggling to find things to do. Her house always looked like a new pin when I walked in. I feared that this little number would soon end. Over the weeks Claire and I got to know each other well. She was funny and quite risqué with her chat sometimes. I gave as good as I got and this resulted in some very rude comments and Jokes. I was sitting down with her one day and told her that I was worried that my employment might end soon as there weren't really any jobs to do. Claire put her cup down in her saucer and looked at me for a while before she spoke. She told me that she had become lonely since her husband’s death. She told me that having me around made her feel alive. She said she spent all week looking forward to me coming over.
She told me that she didn't want to put a stop to it and would find some different things to do. She asked me if I was bored being around an old woman. I shook my head. I told her that I found her funny and great company. I went on to add that I was fond of her and counted her as a good friend. Claire reached out and put her hand on mine and gave it a squeeze. She said she was fond of me too. With that I got up and smiled as I put our cups in the sink. Claire asked if she could be frank with me. I nodded as I washed up the cups.
Claire said that if I was prepared to do some extras, she would pay me a bonus. I looked at her with a quizzical look. She said that it would be very discreet and just between the two of us and I would soon be driving a brand new car with the insurance and tax paid for by her. It all sounded very promising. I asked her what sort of things. She smiled and said that I could maybe make use of her massage table in her gym and give her a massage. I told her I didn't know how to. Claire smiled and said that I would do just fine. I didn’t see any harm in it so agreed.
Claire clapped her hands and said that she would call me when she was ready. I finished washing up and after a couple of minutes she called me into her gym. When I wiped the floor in there I used to think that given she was so fit she must have used it a lot.
I walked through to find her face down on the table naked save for a towel placed over her bum. She pointed to the oils on the side and told me to start on her back. I poured some oil on her shoulder blades which made her jump a bit. I quickly held out my hand to stop the oil from running down her side. My hand touched her soft skin which made her tense up a little. I spread the oil over her back and massaged it in. Claire let out little moans of gratification as I work over her back and shoulders.
Claire told me that she trusted me as she was leaving herself very vulnerable. I thanked her for her trust. It made me happy that she felt that way about me. I told her that I wouldn't betray that trust. She told me that she already knew that. The conversation flowed and got more personal as I squeezed the back of her legs. Claire told me how lonely she can feel at times, she added that even though she was an old woman, she still had the needs of a 20 year old. I told her that she was not old and age was all in the mind. She turned her head and smiled and told me that made her feel better.
She asked if she could be a little more personal. As I massaged her foot I told her to go on. Claire said that she missed the company of a man. All off the men she had dated since her husband’s death had been after her money. She said that she had to be careful and it had put her off dating. I told her that not all men were like that. She said that it was a high price to pay if she fell for one only to find out that they were. Claire said that masturbating was a poor second as she couldn't orgasm properly just trying to think of something hot. I wasn’t taken aback as I thought I would be when she confessed to that. I felt sorry for her and seeing that she was being so open I told her that Being without a girlfriend was difficult and I knew how she felt.
Clair looked around and asked if I had trouble masturbating. I laughed and said that thanks to the internet, masturbation was quite easy, though it was only a means to an end. Claire turned back to the front and said that she had tried that and said that looking at strange men in the nude was too impersonal for her. She needed to know a bit more about the man in question before his body would turn her on. The conversation continued with her confessing how highly sexed she was. I confessed after she asked that I masturbated around three times a week. This she told me made me highly sexed too. I had to agree.
All of this talk made me feel quite hot. It was when I was washing my hands afterwards that Claire came into the bathroom wrapped in a robe and said she had something to ask me. I dried my hands and told her not to worry and I wouldn't tell a soul about our conversation. Claire laughed and said that she knew I wouldn't. She cleared her throat and asked me the next time I felt the need to masturbate, would I think of her. I asked her if it would make her feel good. Claire nodded shyly. I told her that I would if it made her happy. Claire kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for indulging her silly request.
I laughed to put her at ease and said I would see her next week. The week flew by and I was soon at her door. Claire swung it open and greeted me with a smile. She had made the customary pot of tea and wasted no time in asking me if I had thought of her while I wanked. I was truthful and told her that I had. Claire asked how it was. I felt that my relationship with Claire had changed and I found I had no trouble telling her that the thought of her had indeed been very pleasant with the desired messy result. Claire excitedly held her hands to her chest as the news sank in. Claire asked me whether I was just saying that to make her happy. I shook my head and said that the massage I give her had helped me.
Claire beamed and thanked me for making an old woman very happy. I said that I would do it again quite happily. Claire cleared her throat and said that she would like to return the favor and think about me while she masturbated. She asked me if I felt that weird. I told her that it did not and I would be honored to be the subject of her desire. Claire asked if there was any way I could help her out with the odd photograph or two, just to help her ease her pent up tension. I thought for a moment. Claire could see that I was thinking. She blurted out that she would pay me £100 per photo as it would make her so happy.
I thought for a bit and told her that she didn't have to pay me because that made me feel like I was only after her money. I repeated that I didn’t want paying and I would e-mail her a couple through during that week. Claire got up and grabbed a pen from the side. I could see she was trembling as she wrote her e-mail address down. She kept thanking me and said that she would see me alright. I dismissed her offers with a firm refusal of monitory gain. It was agreed that I would send her a couple of pic’s Tuesday night and I would use the chat thing to tell her she had mail.
Tuesday came and I found myself in my flat with my camera in hand. It felt strange but at the same time very erotic. I thought that a photo of me smiling fully dressed wouldn't be what she was after, so I got undressed. It was funny just standing there naked not really knowing what to do. I decided to root through my underwear draw. I found a joke G- string. I looked at it and thought, “fuck it,” and slipped them on. I placed the camera on the side and set the timer. The flash went off blinding me in the process. I looked at the result. It was comical, me standing there with a bulging little triangle of silk to cover my modesty.
I took another one with me standing with my back to the camera. This showed my bare bum with the string hidden between my cheeks. I threw caution to the wind and downloaded them. I forwarded them to Claire. I messaged Claire to tell her I had done it and to apologize for my corny efforts. Claire must have been waiting because I could see she was already typing back. Claire wrote that I had a firm body and looked very sexy in my G-string. She added a “Lol” which made me feel as though she was having a bit of fun with me.
I typed back how sorry I was and didn't really know what she wanted. I looked to see if she was typing. It seemed an age before she replied. Claire asked if I could send her a picture without the G-string. Again she added the, “Lol.” The ball was in my court and to be honest I was feeling turned on with the thought of her looking at the photos I had sent. I slipped off the G-string and set up the camera. I looked down at my cock. Thanks to the situation I was in, it looked quite impressive as it had started to thicken. I quickly set the timer before the moment was lost.
With my heart beating in my throat, I down loaded it and sent it to Claire. Claire messaged back within a minute to say what a beautiful picture it was. She carried on typing telling me I had a sexy cock and was all man. I asked if she would use the picture to masturbate to. Claire replied that she defiantly would and in fact was naked herself, just like me. Claire asked if I would like a picture of her seeing that I had been so brave in sending her one. I was trembling as I replied that I would.
It seemed an age before my inbox told me there was an e-mail waiting for me. My mouth was dry and my heart was thumping as I fumbled with the keyboard. My cock was as stiff as a poker as the picture was screened for viruses. It took it’s time and I swore with frustration. Finally the picture opened. I let out an involuntary groan of lust as my eye’s feasted on the close up of her pussy. The picture left nothing to the imagination. Her legs were spread wide revealing her sweet pussy. She had a sexy tuft of pubic hair which sprouted above her neat wet slit. Her lips were crinkled and neat. At the bottom they gapped slightly open, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her tunnel.
Claire messaged back asking if I liked her picture. I typed back that it was fucking great. I told her how gorgeous her pussy was. Claire asked me if the picture had made me hard. I told her I was stiff at the thought before I had even seen it. Claire typed that she would love to see my hard cock. Any reserve had been washed away as I grabbed the camera and set the focus for a close up of my hard member. I viewed the picture on my screen. My glands were a deep pink and engorged with blood. My veins bulged as they weaved a path down my ridged shaft.
I pressed send and waited. Claire replied exclaiming that she could just do with slipping my cock in her mouth. My cock jerked at the thought. She added that I was blessed with a gorgeous cock. I pressed print and a colour photo of her pussy slipped into the printer tray. I grabbed it as I read the rest of her message. Claire admitted that she was masturbating at that very moment. I replied that I was going to cum over her picture and send it to her. I wanked my painfully stiff shaft and it wasn’t long before thick streams of spunk erupted from my swollen glands. I pointed my jerking cock at the picture of Clair’s pussy, drenching it in the process. I let my dripping cock go and got the camera. I stood over the picture on the table and milked a sticky drip from my cock which slowly dripped on to the surface of the picture. I took a few shots, picking one which showed her pussy soaked in my juice and with my dripping cock hanging down against my drained balls.
I pressed send and waited. Claire messaged back to say that my last picture had tipped her over the edge and she had experienced her first explosive orgasm in years. I typed back that she had made me cum so hard I thought that the pleasure would never stop. Claire thanked me for giving her such a personal service and that she was going to password protect the pictures for later use. I told her that I would lock hers away too. We chatted a bit more before saying our goodbyes with loads of kisses.
I couldn’t sleep that night and managed to have another couple of wanks before drifting off to sleep. The week dragged and it seemed an age before I was at her door again. Claire opened it with a beaming smile. She kissed me on the cheek as I walked in. On the kitchen table were our two cups and Claire started to pour. Claire said that after Tuesday night it must feel strange today. I told her that it sort of did, but we hadn’t done anything to be ashamed of and we had both gained a lot of pleasure from it. Claire said that she felt exactly the same. We had both consented, she added.
Claire asked if I would give her a massage. I said it would be a pleasure. Claire went off to the gym while I took my coat off. I walked into the gym to find a naked Claire climbing onto the table. She settled onto her front and turned her head towards me. She said that she hoped I didn't mind, but didn't see the point in being coy after the other night. I agreed and warmed some oil in my hands before spreading over her smooth back. Claire groaned in contentment as I kneaded her soft skin. I stroked her buttocks, much to her delight. After a while, Claire raised herself up. This gave me a view of her breast and what looked like a hard nipple. She asked me if I fancied a massage. Seeing her naked frame laying there on the table and the sight of her firm breast, plus the stroking of her lovely buttocks earlier, I found myself yearning for her touch. I nodded which bought a smile to her face as she got off the table. Claire didn't try to hide herself from my view. She looked years younger and so much sexier in the flesh.
Claire said that I should get undressed. I apologized as I pulled my top over my head, kicking my shoes off at the same time. Claire stood there as I undid my jeans. I thought I would come across silly if I left my boxers on, so I Slipped them off and kicked them and my socks to one side. I stood there naked in front of a smiling Claire. She patted the table and I got up and lay down on my front. Claire poured some oil in her hand and applied it to my tense back. The tension soon melted away as she expertly stroked my skin. She massaged my shoulders and neck before running her hands down my tingling spine.
She poured some more oil directly onto my buttocks. It seemed a lot as I felt it run over my bum crack and down the sides. Claire started to massage my buttocks. I knew that she could see my anus as she spread my cheeks. Strangely I didn’t feel embarrassed. Claire’s fingers run the length of my crack. I let out a moan as her slippery fingertips brushed over my exposed hole. Claire said that I must like that, given the sounds I was making. All I could do was let out another long moan in response.
Claire used a fingertip to trace around my puckered hole, asking me if it felt nice. I moaned that it was. Claire used one hand to spread my cheeks, while she used a finger of her other hand to press against my tight hole. I sighed as my anus gave way letting her slippery finger slide in. Claire told me that I had a pretty little bum hole. I asked her how far she was in. She replied that she was up to the first knuckle. She asked whether I wanted her to go on. I nodded. Claire slowly pushed her finger further into my bum.
My cock was starting to hurt as it was squashed at a funny angle. I asked her to stop as I lifted my hips to allow my cock to spring free. With my cock now stiffly pressed against my stomach, I settled back down. Claire laughed and asked if she had given me a hard on. I told her she had and I had been squashing it. Claire giggled as she continued to push her finger further into my willing backside. I showed my approval to her intrusion by letting out a sigh. I could feel Claire’s other fingers spread over my ball sack. This made them tingle and tighten with pleasure.
Claire slowly took out her slippery finger and smacked my bum. I let out a pretend cry. Claire laughed and said that she reckoned I would be more comfortable on my back. With all my shyness totally dispelled, I turned over to reveal a stonking erection. Claire stood beside me for a few moments admiring my cock as it pulsed against my stomach. She told me I was such a strong young man. She bent over and very gently let her tongue lap over my partly exposed glands. This made me shiver with pleasure.
I could feel her hot breath on my cock as she breathed deeply. I looked down but couldn't see anything as her head was almost resting on my stomach. Her breath intensified. I felt her soft lips brush over my glands. This sent a tingling down my spine. I thought I was going to explode when I felt her lips open and my engorged cock bump against her pearly white teeth. She used them to gently grip my foreskin and as my cock slipped in her mouth, her teeth expertly retracted my foreskin the rest of the way. With my glands fully exposed she closed her mouth around my veiny shaft.
Claire let out an appreciative groan which I felt resonate through my penis and into my gut. I was in heaven. Claire started to move her head back and forth. I could feel my sensitive glands slip back and forth over her hot, wet tongue. She hadn't up to this point used her hands at all. Claire moved her head so that my cock was upright. I could now see my cock slipping in and out of her pursed lips.
Claire stroked my pubic bush as she sucked hungrily on my cock. Using her thumb and forefinger she held my cock upright as she raised her pretty head until her lips were just kissing the tip. Claire then ran her tongue down the side of my shaft and over my balls. I watched in awe as she lapped at my scrotum. I can’t really describe the pleasure she was giving me. I asked her to sit over me. Claire didn't need asking twice. With my help to steady her, Claire got up on the table and placed her legs either side of me.
I reached out and grabbed her hips. I pulled her back so her bottom was over my face. I raised my head and kissed her wet pussy. Claire groaned and relaxed as she sat back to allow me access to her glistening lips. I tongue fucked her slit while I played with her clitoris. Claire loved this as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. I didn't leave her bum out. I spent a few happy moments trying to get my tongue in her back passage, which I might add, she did enjoy. After a few minutes Claire raised her head and dreamily and said that she wanted to feel me inside her.
I told her that I wanted to fuck her too. Claire looked around at my face and smiled. Her lips were wet with saliva. She turned around to fully face me. She held my wet cock upright as she lowered herself onto it. I watched as my glands pressed against her wet pussy lips. My erection slowly disappeared inside her vagina. I felt the ribbed wet walls of her pussy hug my cock as it slipped into her depths. Claire gently sat herself down on my balls. I was fully inside her. I looked down my stomach to see my bushy pubic hair pressed against her pussy.
Claire closed her eyes and started to ride me. Slowly at first before upping the tempo until her bum cheeks slapped against my balls and thighs. I took the opportunity to play with her firm bouncing breasts. Claire started to swear and throwing her head back. She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her fit body. Claire slowed her pace until she came to a stop, fully impaled on my twitching cock. Claire kept on telling me how beautiful I was and how powerful her orgasm was. As I stroked her heaving breasts, I told her how sexy she was. Claire smiled as she ran her fingertips through my wet hair. We were both hot and sweaty.
Claire clenched her pussy mussels, which gripped my cock. She commented that she could feel that I was still stiff as a poker. Claire slowly raised herself off my cock and got down off the table. Her skin was glistening with beads of sweat. She told me to sit on the edge of the table and part my legs. I did as I was told. Claire got on her knees and wasted no time in feeding my cock into her mouth. I lent back and rested myself on my arms as she wanked and sucked my rampant cock. Claire stopped and took my hand and placed my fingers around my cock. She said that she wanted me to finish myself off and to ejaculate over her face. I started to rub my cock. It made a squelching sound as I wanked it hard. Claire meanwhile knelt in between my legs with her mouth wide open.
I could feel my seed rising and milliseconds later the first powerful jet gushed out hitting her on the bridge of her nose. I managed to get the second stream of hot spunk in her willing mouth. My cock jerked in my fist as it spattered thick jets of fertile sperm over her cheeks and lips. As the gushing subsided I wiped my glands over her face before finally letting it slip between her lips. Claire greedily sucked the tip of my cock until I was spent. Claire let it slip from her mouth. Claire told me that I tasted divine. My balls and pubic hair were caked in my spunk. As Claire used her tongue to clean her lips I told her that maybe I should shave off all my pubic hair like hers.
Claire agreed and said that a lot of men liked to remove their pubic hair and she thought it would suit me. Claire took me for a shower. Afterwards we had a sauna and a swim. It was when we were getting dried that Claire said she had an idea. She said that we could go to her spa in town and have our bits waxed. I wasn't sure. Claire told me not to be silly and that it was unisex. It would be better than her doing it. She said she would pay and she knew just the girl to do it.
Claire could see I was a bit unsure. Claire took my hand and told me how sexy I would look and that her friend wouldn't be fazed by it at all. Claire added that I had nothing to be ashamed of down below and classed me as well endowed. She also admitted that she wanted to show me off to all her friends down there. I wanted to make her happy so I agreed. Claire made a call and we got dressed and made our way to her car. She gave me the keys and said I could drive. As I slipped behind the wheel of her Jag, I knew I was going to enjoy the journey.
To Be Continued...
A couple of days passed before she came up to me to say that her neighbour would love to see me the next day which was a Saturday. I thanked Lucy as she gave me the address. The next day I called around and was greeted by a woman in her early 60’s. She was slim and attractive. She shook my hand and introduced herself as Claire. She invited me in. I looked around her hall. It was decorated to a high standard. The house was big and boasted an indoor pool and fully equipped gym. It left me in no doubt that this woman had money. She lifted a tea pot in the kitchen and nodded. I smiled and nodded back as she poured me a cup. Claire pulled out a chair and beckoned me to sit down. As we sat at the table, Claire explained what my role would be. I was to clean the house, windows inside and out and to undertake any DIY jobs that arose. I would be expected to arrive at the weekends, either Saturday or Sunday as arranged at 8am and work through till 5pm. For that she would pay me £60 in my hand.
I agreed and we agreed that I would start the following week. The day soon came around and I rang her door bell at exactly 8am. Claire answered the front door with a smile and ushered me in. She had taken time to make a small list of jobs she wanted doing. First on the list was the vacuuming. I got started and given the house was impeccable anyway, I was soon finished and going outside to clean the windows. Claire potted around as I dusted and emptied the dish washer. I could feel her watching me though I must add I didn’t feel uncomfortable.
The weeks rolled by and to be honest I was struggling to find things to do. Her house always looked like a new pin when I walked in. I feared that this little number would soon end. Over the weeks Claire and I got to know each other well. She was funny and quite risqué with her chat sometimes. I gave as good as I got and this resulted in some very rude comments and Jokes. I was sitting down with her one day and told her that I was worried that my employment might end soon as there weren't really any jobs to do. Claire put her cup down in her saucer and looked at me for a while before she spoke. She told me that she had become lonely since her husband’s death. She told me that having me around made her feel alive. She said she spent all week looking forward to me coming over.
She told me that she didn't want to put a stop to it and would find some different things to do. She asked me if I was bored being around an old woman. I shook my head. I told her that I found her funny and great company. I went on to add that I was fond of her and counted her as a good friend. Claire reached out and put her hand on mine and gave it a squeeze. She said she was fond of me too. With that I got up and smiled as I put our cups in the sink. Claire asked if she could be frank with me. I nodded as I washed up the cups.
Claire said that if I was prepared to do some extras, she would pay me a bonus. I looked at her with a quizzical look. She said that it would be very discreet and just between the two of us and I would soon be driving a brand new car with the insurance and tax paid for by her. It all sounded very promising. I asked her what sort of things. She smiled and said that I could maybe make use of her massage table in her gym and give her a massage. I told her I didn't know how to. Claire smiled and said that I would do just fine. I didn’t see any harm in it so agreed.
Claire clapped her hands and said that she would call me when she was ready. I finished washing up and after a couple of minutes she called me into her gym. When I wiped the floor in there I used to think that given she was so fit she must have used it a lot.
I walked through to find her face down on the table naked save for a towel placed over her bum. She pointed to the oils on the side and told me to start on her back. I poured some oil on her shoulder blades which made her jump a bit. I quickly held out my hand to stop the oil from running down her side. My hand touched her soft skin which made her tense up a little. I spread the oil over her back and massaged it in. Claire let out little moans of gratification as I work over her back and shoulders.
Claire told me that she trusted me as she was leaving herself very vulnerable. I thanked her for her trust. It made me happy that she felt that way about me. I told her that I wouldn't betray that trust. She told me that she already knew that. The conversation flowed and got more personal as I squeezed the back of her legs. Claire told me how lonely she can feel at times, she added that even though she was an old woman, she still had the needs of a 20 year old. I told her that she was not old and age was all in the mind. She turned her head and smiled and told me that made her feel better.
She asked if she could be a little more personal. As I massaged her foot I told her to go on. Claire said that she missed the company of a man. All off the men she had dated since her husband’s death had been after her money. She said that she had to be careful and it had put her off dating. I told her that not all men were like that. She said that it was a high price to pay if she fell for one only to find out that they were. Claire said that masturbating was a poor second as she couldn't orgasm properly just trying to think of something hot. I wasn’t taken aback as I thought I would be when she confessed to that. I felt sorry for her and seeing that she was being so open I told her that Being without a girlfriend was difficult and I knew how she felt.
Clair looked around and asked if I had trouble masturbating. I laughed and said that thanks to the internet, masturbation was quite easy, though it was only a means to an end. Claire turned back to the front and said that she had tried that and said that looking at strange men in the nude was too impersonal for her. She needed to know a bit more about the man in question before his body would turn her on. The conversation continued with her confessing how highly sexed she was. I confessed after she asked that I masturbated around three times a week. This she told me made me highly sexed too. I had to agree.
All of this talk made me feel quite hot. It was when I was washing my hands afterwards that Claire came into the bathroom wrapped in a robe and said she had something to ask me. I dried my hands and told her not to worry and I wouldn't tell a soul about our conversation. Claire laughed and said that she knew I wouldn't. She cleared her throat and asked me the next time I felt the need to masturbate, would I think of her. I asked her if it would make her feel good. Claire nodded shyly. I told her that I would if it made her happy. Claire kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for indulging her silly request.
I laughed to put her at ease and said I would see her next week. The week flew by and I was soon at her door. Claire swung it open and greeted me with a smile. She had made the customary pot of tea and wasted no time in asking me if I had thought of her while I wanked. I was truthful and told her that I had. Claire asked how it was. I felt that my relationship with Claire had changed and I found I had no trouble telling her that the thought of her had indeed been very pleasant with the desired messy result. Claire excitedly held her hands to her chest as the news sank in. Claire asked me whether I was just saying that to make her happy. I shook my head and said that the massage I give her had helped me.
Claire beamed and thanked me for making an old woman very happy. I said that I would do it again quite happily. Claire cleared her throat and said that she would like to return the favor and think about me while she masturbated. She asked me if I felt that weird. I told her that it did not and I would be honored to be the subject of her desire. Claire asked if there was any way I could help her out with the odd photograph or two, just to help her ease her pent up tension. I thought for a moment. Claire could see that I was thinking. She blurted out that she would pay me £100 per photo as it would make her so happy.
I thought for a bit and told her that she didn't have to pay me because that made me feel like I was only after her money. I repeated that I didn’t want paying and I would e-mail her a couple through during that week. Claire got up and grabbed a pen from the side. I could see she was trembling as she wrote her e-mail address down. She kept thanking me and said that she would see me alright. I dismissed her offers with a firm refusal of monitory gain. It was agreed that I would send her a couple of pic’s Tuesday night and I would use the chat thing to tell her she had mail.
Tuesday came and I found myself in my flat with my camera in hand. It felt strange but at the same time very erotic. I thought that a photo of me smiling fully dressed wouldn't be what she was after, so I got undressed. It was funny just standing there naked not really knowing what to do. I decided to root through my underwear draw. I found a joke G- string. I looked at it and thought, “fuck it,” and slipped them on. I placed the camera on the side and set the timer. The flash went off blinding me in the process. I looked at the result. It was comical, me standing there with a bulging little triangle of silk to cover my modesty.
I took another one with me standing with my back to the camera. This showed my bare bum with the string hidden between my cheeks. I threw caution to the wind and downloaded them. I forwarded them to Claire. I messaged Claire to tell her I had done it and to apologize for my corny efforts. Claire must have been waiting because I could see she was already typing back. Claire wrote that I had a firm body and looked very sexy in my G-string. She added a “Lol” which made me feel as though she was having a bit of fun with me.
I typed back how sorry I was and didn't really know what she wanted. I looked to see if she was typing. It seemed an age before she replied. Claire asked if I could send her a picture without the G-string. Again she added the, “Lol.” The ball was in my court and to be honest I was feeling turned on with the thought of her looking at the photos I had sent. I slipped off the G-string and set up the camera. I looked down at my cock. Thanks to the situation I was in, it looked quite impressive as it had started to thicken. I quickly set the timer before the moment was lost.
With my heart beating in my throat, I down loaded it and sent it to Claire. Claire messaged back within a minute to say what a beautiful picture it was. She carried on typing telling me I had a sexy cock and was all man. I asked if she would use the picture to masturbate to. Claire replied that she defiantly would and in fact was naked herself, just like me. Claire asked if I would like a picture of her seeing that I had been so brave in sending her one. I was trembling as I replied that I would.
It seemed an age before my inbox told me there was an e-mail waiting for me. My mouth was dry and my heart was thumping as I fumbled with the keyboard. My cock was as stiff as a poker as the picture was screened for viruses. It took it’s time and I swore with frustration. Finally the picture opened. I let out an involuntary groan of lust as my eye’s feasted on the close up of her pussy. The picture left nothing to the imagination. Her legs were spread wide revealing her sweet pussy. She had a sexy tuft of pubic hair which sprouted above her neat wet slit. Her lips were crinkled and neat. At the bottom they gapped slightly open, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her tunnel.
Claire messaged back asking if I liked her picture. I typed back that it was fucking great. I told her how gorgeous her pussy was. Claire asked me if the picture had made me hard. I told her I was stiff at the thought before I had even seen it. Claire typed that she would love to see my hard cock. Any reserve had been washed away as I grabbed the camera and set the focus for a close up of my hard member. I viewed the picture on my screen. My glands were a deep pink and engorged with blood. My veins bulged as they weaved a path down my ridged shaft.
I pressed send and waited. Claire replied exclaiming that she could just do with slipping my cock in her mouth. My cock jerked at the thought. She added that I was blessed with a gorgeous cock. I pressed print and a colour photo of her pussy slipped into the printer tray. I grabbed it as I read the rest of her message. Claire admitted that she was masturbating at that very moment. I replied that I was going to cum over her picture and send it to her. I wanked my painfully stiff shaft and it wasn’t long before thick streams of spunk erupted from my swollen glands. I pointed my jerking cock at the picture of Clair’s pussy, drenching it in the process. I let my dripping cock go and got the camera. I stood over the picture on the table and milked a sticky drip from my cock which slowly dripped on to the surface of the picture. I took a few shots, picking one which showed her pussy soaked in my juice and with my dripping cock hanging down against my drained balls.
I pressed send and waited. Claire messaged back to say that my last picture had tipped her over the edge and she had experienced her first explosive orgasm in years. I typed back that she had made me cum so hard I thought that the pleasure would never stop. Claire thanked me for giving her such a personal service and that she was going to password protect the pictures for later use. I told her that I would lock hers away too. We chatted a bit more before saying our goodbyes with loads of kisses.
I couldn’t sleep that night and managed to have another couple of wanks before drifting off to sleep. The week dragged and it seemed an age before I was at her door again. Claire opened it with a beaming smile. She kissed me on the cheek as I walked in. On the kitchen table were our two cups and Claire started to pour. Claire said that after Tuesday night it must feel strange today. I told her that it sort of did, but we hadn’t done anything to be ashamed of and we had both gained a lot of pleasure from it. Claire said that she felt exactly the same. We had both consented, she added.
Claire asked if I would give her a massage. I said it would be a pleasure. Claire went off to the gym while I took my coat off. I walked into the gym to find a naked Claire climbing onto the table. She settled onto her front and turned her head towards me. She said that she hoped I didn't mind, but didn't see the point in being coy after the other night. I agreed and warmed some oil in my hands before spreading over her smooth back. Claire groaned in contentment as I kneaded her soft skin. I stroked her buttocks, much to her delight. After a while, Claire raised herself up. This gave me a view of her breast and what looked like a hard nipple. She asked me if I fancied a massage. Seeing her naked frame laying there on the table and the sight of her firm breast, plus the stroking of her lovely buttocks earlier, I found myself yearning for her touch. I nodded which bought a smile to her face as she got off the table. Claire didn't try to hide herself from my view. She looked years younger and so much sexier in the flesh.
Claire said that I should get undressed. I apologized as I pulled my top over my head, kicking my shoes off at the same time. Claire stood there as I undid my jeans. I thought I would come across silly if I left my boxers on, so I Slipped them off and kicked them and my socks to one side. I stood there naked in front of a smiling Claire. She patted the table and I got up and lay down on my front. Claire poured some oil in her hand and applied it to my tense back. The tension soon melted away as she expertly stroked my skin. She massaged my shoulders and neck before running her hands down my tingling spine.
She poured some more oil directly onto my buttocks. It seemed a lot as I felt it run over my bum crack and down the sides. Claire started to massage my buttocks. I knew that she could see my anus as she spread my cheeks. Strangely I didn’t feel embarrassed. Claire’s fingers run the length of my crack. I let out a moan as her slippery fingertips brushed over my exposed hole. Claire said that I must like that, given the sounds I was making. All I could do was let out another long moan in response.
Claire used a fingertip to trace around my puckered hole, asking me if it felt nice. I moaned that it was. Claire used one hand to spread my cheeks, while she used a finger of her other hand to press against my tight hole. I sighed as my anus gave way letting her slippery finger slide in. Claire told me that I had a pretty little bum hole. I asked her how far she was in. She replied that she was up to the first knuckle. She asked whether I wanted her to go on. I nodded. Claire slowly pushed her finger further into my bum.
My cock was starting to hurt as it was squashed at a funny angle. I asked her to stop as I lifted my hips to allow my cock to spring free. With my cock now stiffly pressed against my stomach, I settled back down. Claire laughed and asked if she had given me a hard on. I told her she had and I had been squashing it. Claire giggled as she continued to push her finger further into my willing backside. I showed my approval to her intrusion by letting out a sigh. I could feel Claire’s other fingers spread over my ball sack. This made them tingle and tighten with pleasure.
Claire slowly took out her slippery finger and smacked my bum. I let out a pretend cry. Claire laughed and said that she reckoned I would be more comfortable on my back. With all my shyness totally dispelled, I turned over to reveal a stonking erection. Claire stood beside me for a few moments admiring my cock as it pulsed against my stomach. She told me I was such a strong young man. She bent over and very gently let her tongue lap over my partly exposed glands. This made me shiver with pleasure.
I could feel her hot breath on my cock as she breathed deeply. I looked down but couldn't see anything as her head was almost resting on my stomach. Her breath intensified. I felt her soft lips brush over my glands. This sent a tingling down my spine. I thought I was going to explode when I felt her lips open and my engorged cock bump against her pearly white teeth. She used them to gently grip my foreskin and as my cock slipped in her mouth, her teeth expertly retracted my foreskin the rest of the way. With my glands fully exposed she closed her mouth around my veiny shaft.
Claire let out an appreciative groan which I felt resonate through my penis and into my gut. I was in heaven. Claire started to move her head back and forth. I could feel my sensitive glands slip back and forth over her hot, wet tongue. She hadn't up to this point used her hands at all. Claire moved her head so that my cock was upright. I could now see my cock slipping in and out of her pursed lips.
Claire stroked my pubic bush as she sucked hungrily on my cock. Using her thumb and forefinger she held my cock upright as she raised her pretty head until her lips were just kissing the tip. Claire then ran her tongue down the side of my shaft and over my balls. I watched in awe as she lapped at my scrotum. I can’t really describe the pleasure she was giving me. I asked her to sit over me. Claire didn't need asking twice. With my help to steady her, Claire got up on the table and placed her legs either side of me.
I reached out and grabbed her hips. I pulled her back so her bottom was over my face. I raised my head and kissed her wet pussy. Claire groaned and relaxed as she sat back to allow me access to her glistening lips. I tongue fucked her slit while I played with her clitoris. Claire loved this as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. I didn't leave her bum out. I spent a few happy moments trying to get my tongue in her back passage, which I might add, she did enjoy. After a few minutes Claire raised her head and dreamily and said that she wanted to feel me inside her.
I told her that I wanted to fuck her too. Claire looked around at my face and smiled. Her lips were wet with saliva. She turned around to fully face me. She held my wet cock upright as she lowered herself onto it. I watched as my glands pressed against her wet pussy lips. My erection slowly disappeared inside her vagina. I felt the ribbed wet walls of her pussy hug my cock as it slipped into her depths. Claire gently sat herself down on my balls. I was fully inside her. I looked down my stomach to see my bushy pubic hair pressed against her pussy.
Claire closed her eyes and started to ride me. Slowly at first before upping the tempo until her bum cheeks slapped against my balls and thighs. I took the opportunity to play with her firm bouncing breasts. Claire started to swear and throwing her head back. She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her fit body. Claire slowed her pace until she came to a stop, fully impaled on my twitching cock. Claire kept on telling me how beautiful I was and how powerful her orgasm was. As I stroked her heaving breasts, I told her how sexy she was. Claire smiled as she ran her fingertips through my wet hair. We were both hot and sweaty.
Claire clenched her pussy mussels, which gripped my cock. She commented that she could feel that I was still stiff as a poker. Claire slowly raised herself off my cock and got down off the table. Her skin was glistening with beads of sweat. She told me to sit on the edge of the table and part my legs. I did as I was told. Claire got on her knees and wasted no time in feeding my cock into her mouth. I lent back and rested myself on my arms as she wanked and sucked my rampant cock. Claire stopped and took my hand and placed my fingers around my cock. She said that she wanted me to finish myself off and to ejaculate over her face. I started to rub my cock. It made a squelching sound as I wanked it hard. Claire meanwhile knelt in between my legs with her mouth wide open.
I could feel my seed rising and milliseconds later the first powerful jet gushed out hitting her on the bridge of her nose. I managed to get the second stream of hot spunk in her willing mouth. My cock jerked in my fist as it spattered thick jets of fertile sperm over her cheeks and lips. As the gushing subsided I wiped my glands over her face before finally letting it slip between her lips. Claire greedily sucked the tip of my cock until I was spent. Claire let it slip from her mouth. Claire told me that I tasted divine. My balls and pubic hair were caked in my spunk. As Claire used her tongue to clean her lips I told her that maybe I should shave off all my pubic hair like hers.
Claire agreed and said that a lot of men liked to remove their pubic hair and she thought it would suit me. Claire took me for a shower. Afterwards we had a sauna and a swim. It was when we were getting dried that Claire said she had an idea. She said that we could go to her spa in town and have our bits waxed. I wasn't sure. Claire told me not to be silly and that it was unisex. It would be better than her doing it. She said she would pay and she knew just the girl to do it.
Claire could see I was a bit unsure. Claire took my hand and told me how sexy I would look and that her friend wouldn't be fazed by it at all. Claire added that I had nothing to be ashamed of down below and classed me as well endowed. She also admitted that she wanted to show me off to all her friends down there. I wanted to make her happy so I agreed. Claire made a call and we got dressed and made our way to her car. She gave me the keys and said I could drive. As I slipped behind the wheel of her Jag, I knew I was going to enjoy the journey.
To Be Continued...
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