Dawn had taken the day off work. She’d arranged for an
engineer to service her gas boiler before the autumn
arrived. She hated being cold in winter and ensured
that her heating system was fully functional before the
season turned.
It was a pleasantly warm day and, other than the
engineer calling, she had no other plans. Her husband,
Paul, was out of the country on business and had
already been away for almost 2 weeks, with another 2
weeks still to go. Dawn was feeling horny as she had a
very high sex drive. She recalled on their wedding day,
in the Rolls Royce going from the church to the hotel,
they’d had sex in the car, much to the annoyance of the
chauffeur, fearful that his expensive car would be
stained with their love juices.
But with Paul out of the country, there was little she
could do. She’d put on her skimpy bikini and shades,
poured herself a long cold drink and sat on the sun
lounger in the back garden, reading a magazine and with
the radio tuned into her favourite music.
She’d been reading an article in her magazine about how
virile younger men can be, and what men find attractive
in women. The article confirmed that their survey
showed that although things like hair colour can be
important to men, a sexy bust and trim legs tend to
arouse them more than blonde hair.
Interesting though this may be, she kept thinking about
Paul. He was a lovely man, athletic, rugged features
and a cute tight arse. But he was several thousand
miles away working on a project in a different
continent. Damn, she felt horny.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell so she
put her drink down and went to answer the door.
There stood the gas engineer. A young lad of about 20,
very good looking and a similar height to Paul, about
6’2″.
“Gas engineer” he stated in a robotic fashion, showing
his ID which was on a lead around his neck.
“Sure. This way,” Dawn said and lead the way through to
the utility area where the boiler was located. He had
followed her through the house, watching her tight arse
wiggle in her skimpy bikini. He was a young lad and
found her very attractive. As she turned to talk to
him, he blushed. This was not wasted on Dawn and she
began to plot out a plan in her mind.
He confessed he had only just finished his
apprenticeship and he was relatively new to the field.
He told her the work may take a little longer to
complete and she nodded appropriately. He set to work,
watching her bum wiggle as she left the utility room.
She returned after a short while with a cold drink for
the lad.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Pete,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the ample
cleavage visible through the bikini top.
“I’m Dawn,” she said, extending her hand and the shook,
formally.
He blushed a little as she took a little longer than
normal to release his hand. He regained his composure
and asked lots of questions about the heating and so
on, and Dawn noticed that his overalls were trying to
contain his erection. Bless him, she thought to
herself. At the tender age of 29, Dawn was no stranger
to guys being attracted to her, her bosom was 38C, and
that was enough to turn many heads. Add to that, her
cute bum, well trimmed legs and long dark hair (she had
been blonde for a year at college but she got too much
stick for being dumb!). Yes, she was what you might
call a stunner. A definite 10. The bulge in Pete’s
overalls confirmed this theory.
She left him alone whilst he set to work and she
returned to the sun lounger. She peeled off her bikini
top and placed it on the table next to her by her
drink. She sat back and closed her eyes, basking in the
warm sunshine.
Pete had been working for about half an hour when he
went in search of Dawn. She was not in the house and he
saw the sun lounger out on the patio. He went to
approach her before he noticed her bikini top on the
table. He blushed even though there was no one there to
see it.
He stepped out on to the patio and approached the sun
bed. Dawn had her eyes closed but Pete could not tell
with her shades on. She was facing away from him and as
he approached the sun bed, first her feet came into
view, then her legs and bikini bottoms, then her torso.
He caught his first glimpse of her tits and they were
lovely. Covered in sun lotion, her breasts moved in
rhythm with her relaxed breathing as she basked.
He so wanted to go up to her and touch her, feel those
tits in his hands. He could feel the lump in his
overalls increasing in size and his arousal made him
embarrassed. He crept back inside and decided to make
some noise before he went out on to the patio, to make
it look like he was looking for her and to give her
time to cover herself up.
He went back to the utility room and called her name,
making lots of noise as he stomped through the various
downstairs rooms looking for her. Dawn heard his calls
and stood up, not bothering to cover herself up.
“Out here,” she called to him. He stepped out onto the
patio and stopped dead. There, in front of him, was
this stunning woman standing before him, topless. He
could not take his eyes off of her breasts.
“What’s up?” she said, not realising the statement had
other implications.
“A couple of things,” he began, his eyes transfixed on
her tits. Dawn could see what those couple of things
might be.
“Yes,” she said, interrupting his thoughts.
“Oh! Yes, I need to check something,” he said and took
her back into the utility room. She confirmed that a
stop valve was located behind a dusty built in unit and
he set to work again.
She left, shaking her head in amazement. She found Pete
very attractive but he was too shy. Her plan to attract
him by being topless had resulted in him being more
embarrassed. She wanted him before he left that day.
The only thing was, how would she do it? How could she
engineer it (excuse the pun) so that they ended up
having sex together.
She sat on the sun bed reading. 10 minutes later, Pete
reappeared confirming the job was complete. She stood
and turned and noticed he was covered in soot and dirt.
He’d taken his overalls and shirt off, but his under-
trousers remained on, still sporting a bulge in the
crotch. His torso, which was relatively athletic and
quite hairy, was covered in filth. Dawn thought
quickly.
“I think you’d better have a shower,” she said to him.
“No, it’s OK, really, I’d better….”
“Nonsense” she said, ushering him back into the house
and pointing towards the stairs, “This way.” She lead
him to the bathroom and turned on the shower before
leaving to find a clean bath towel. When she returned,
he was trying to undo the button of his trousers with
his thumbs.
“My hands are dirty,” he said by way of explanation.
Dawn saw her chance. She knelt in front of him and
unbuttoned his trousers, then slowly, oh so slowly,
unzipped his fly. His embarrassment grew as big as his
erection as he looked down and saw this beautiful
topless woman undressing him.
He moved his eyes to different parts of the room,
trying not to accept what was going on. His eyes, kept
returning to the scene before him, however, and he
gulped as she lowered his trousers to the floor. Before
he could resist, she hooked her fingers under the
elasticated waist band of his boxer shorts and pulled
them down in one swift movement. He was now naked and
incredibly aroused, his cock oozing pre cum from the
very tip.
Dawn stood up and looked him in the eyes. His eyes
darted from hers to her tits and back again.
“The water’s ready,” she said and she helped him into
the shower cubicle. He turned to close the cubicle door
but found Dawn stepping in with him, his hand
accidentally touching one of her tits. He blushed some
more.
“All in good time,” she said and she reached for some
soap. She got up a lather and began to soap Pete all
over. She paid particular attention to everything, his
back, his shoulders, arms, chest, neck, abdomen, hips,
arse, legs calves, thighs, ending around his pubic
area. This was also soaped and washed and rinsed and
soaped and washed and rinsed. She did this several
times not because it was dirty, because Pete found it
erotic.
She turned the water off and stepped out, handing Pete
a towel. She found herself a towel and began to dry her
hair first, her hands above her head and shaking from
side to side. Her breast movements made Pete’s erection
feel stiffer than ever.
She wandered over to Pete and sank to her knees again,
using her towel to dry his legs, cupping his balls in
the soft fluffy towel material. Pete sighed in
pleasure.
She stood up and removed her wet bikini bottoms and
made a point of drying her self provocatively in front
of him. He watched in awe as she dried her inner thighs
before running the towel through her dark pussy hair.
Dawn reached for his hand and she told him that the
laundry basket was in her bedroom. He followed her as
though in a trance, his eyes never leaving her body.
Dawn placed the towels in the laundry basket, leaning
over so Pete had a good view of her arse. He could see
the lips of her pussy under her anus and he noticed the
glistening of moisture, even though she had just dried
herself.
She returned to his side and sat him on the bed next to
her. She reached forward and kissed him gently on the
lips a few times before using her finger to pry his
mouth open. She inserted her tongue into his mouth and
curled it around his tongue, licking his teeth and
gums, sucking on his tongue whilst her hand reached
into his crotch, taking his firmness in her hand,
feeling the stiffness, feeling the length. Pete was
blessed with a reasonable size and she knew he could
make lots of women happy if he tried. For now, she
wanted him to make her happy.
She kissed him and wanked him, his breathing increasing
in intensity but his nervousness stopped him from
reciprocating. Dawn released his cock and moved her
hand towards his hand, before placing his hand on her
left tit. Pete did not need any further encouragement
after this.
He returned her kisses, sucking on her tongue so hard
she caught her breath. He delicately felt her tits,
gentlemanly almost, his hand soft but not tentative,
very definite but easy with it.
Dawn’s masturbating him made him groan with pleasure
and she guessed he might be inexperienced and he may
not last long. She laid back on the bed, pulling Pete
towards her, spreading her legs in the process,
reaching beneath her and taking his erection in her
hands. She guided it into her waiting pussy and it
filled her, deep.
Pete sighed in pleasure and Dawn sighed in relief. She
had a cock in her and it felt good. Sorry Paul, but
needs must, she thought to herself.
Pete began to thrust himself deeper into Dawn and she
responded, thrusting herself into him as he rode her.
She was a very experienced lady, having had a different
bloke every night when she was a holiday rep in Ibiza
in her early twenties. Pete was a novice but his size
caused her to reach climax before Pete. Dawn reached
orgasm with Pete still inside her and he began to pant
violently.
He withdrew his cock and spewed his load onto Dawn’s
flat and beautifully tanned belly, milking every last
drop out with his hand, not wasting a drop.
“Why did you pull it out?” Dawn asked.
“I didn’t want you to get pregnant,” he replied. Pete
was no longer blushing.
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” Dawn smiled. “I’ve
taken precautions.” With that, she took a handful of
his warm sticky sperm and spread it over the outside of
her pussy lips, allowing her fingers to penetrate
herself, her fingers covered with Pete’s little
tadpoles.
She got some more of his spunk on her fingers and
spread some of his semen over her nipples, licking her
fingers clean of his slightly salty sperm before using
the remaining semen to smother the length of his shaft.
She rolled laid him down so he was on his back and she
mounted him, his sperm covered cock buried deep inside
her. She leaned towards him so her nipples were in
front of his face and he greedily sucked at them,
tasting his own cum. His arousal remerged and his cock
was no longer softening but stiffening.
“God, you’re horny,” he said to her.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said. He reached for
her neck and pulled her towards him, his tongue eager
for hers, one hand reaching out for her soft, supple
breast.
“Tweak the nipple,” she whispered between kisses and
Pete obliged. She moved her hand down to her pussy and
rubbed herself, her motion on his cock becoming more
vigorous. He moved his hand from her tit and began to
stimulate her clit with his knuckles, and Dawn groaned
out loud.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me slowly.” His
movements were slow and deliberate. “Mmm, that’s nice,”
she said, seductively.
“I love your tits,” he told her, his eyes watching them
as they swayed with her movements.
“Suck me and fuck me,” she said, increasing the speed
of her movements, “This slut wants you to fuck her
hard.” His young masculine body responded, his hips
pushing up into hers and she swung her head back, her
dark hair falling over her shoulders making her look
almost gypsy like.
“How come you’re so horny?” he asked.
“My husband is away on business and I’m missing his
cock inside me,” she smiled with an evil twinkle in her
eye. “I needed some cock and yours is just what I
needed.”
“Husband?” Pete said, almost stopping. She saw the fear
in his eyes and she smiled.
“Relax,” she said. “We have an open marriage. He is
away for a month and I can’t expect him to be well
behaved and if I crave some male attention, then I’m
allowed,” she said, pushing back on the bed and riding
his cock. She leaned her body forward so her hair
dangled over his mouth.
“Umm, are you sure?” he said, not particularly
convinced but not wanting to stop.
“Bring me to climax and I’ll tell you,” she said. Pete
suddenly felt an urge to give this stunning horny tart
all he had. He sat up and lowered her deep into his
lap, his cock deep within her. He rode her like that
before rolling her over on the bed and withdrawing. He
was beginning to take control and she was loving it.
“Tell me how you want me, horny stud,” she cooed.
“I’m gonna fuck your arse off,” he said and he turned
her around, thrusting himself first into her pussy then
into her arse. She squealed in delight and pleasure as
he plundered her every orifice. She climaxed several
times, as did Pete. No more did he squirt on her belly
but in her belly.
Satisfied totally, she collapsed on the bed. Pete
disappeared and re-emerged a few moments later with
some cold drinks.
“Enjoy that?” she asked, regaining her breath. Pete,
until an hour or so ago was merely an apprentice, both
in engineering and also in sex, seemed confident he had
passed his apprenticeship. And with his confidence came
humour.
“Not bad!” he joked. “You could use some more practice
though!” She looked at him with disdain for a moment or
two until his smirk gave him away.
“You rotten sod, teasing me,” she joked, prodding him
playfully.
“I’ll show you teasing,” he said and he buried his head
in her bush. She playfully tried to resist but
submitted almost immediately as his tongue hit her clit
and her arousal reawakened itself.
Downstairs, Pete’s mobile received another text
message.
“Ring the office now else you’re fired.” Upstairs, the
sound of Dawn giggling drowned out the sound of the
text alert.
“Have you the right tool for the job?” Dawn teased.
“Just the right tool for banging and screwing,” Pete
replied, his erection entering her pussy again.
“You gonna fuck me again?” Dawn asked, her legs spread
wide for him.
“Yes, I’m gonna fuck you again,” he said, then paused
for a moment before continuing “…and again, and
again, and again…”