Mid week my wife asked me to drop some bits round at Cleo’s house.
Cleo is another single mum in the area. About 5’4, brunette with bleached hair where it was dyed, a nice figure with a pair of buttocks that I had often imagined squeezing and a lovely chest with a nice cleavage that she wasn't adverse to showing off occasionally. Again I had imagined stroking those breasts on more than one occasion as I am sure that you would as well if you had seen them.
She has many talents including keeping her house tidy despite having kids - which is not something that I have ever managed - however DIY is not really one of them – not that it stops her from trying.
She invited me in for a coffee and a chat and I enjoyed watching her buttocks wiggle round the kitchen and then enjoyed the shape of her breasts as she sat across the table from me.
As we chatted I noticed a couple of things. One was a couple of shelves that had been put up at the back of the kitchen and the other was that every time I looked at those shelves she started crossing and uncrossing her legs. I couldn’t decide if she was doing that to distract me or if she was uncomfortable and was using my distraction to make herself more comfortable.
However the shelves had been put up badly – neither level or even and I had to make a comment.
Damn it all she had put the shelves up herself.
On closer inspection I could see multiple drill marks on the wall as though due care had not been applied or lack of knowledge on how to do the job properly was the problem.
I didn’t like to see the embarrassment on her face so - as I had a set of shelves to put up in a cupboard in the bedroom at home - I offered to show her how. I know that it is not hard but if you get shown properly then it saves a lot of knackered plaster and wonky shelves.
She agreed to come round to mine that weekend.
The wife had taken the kids to her mothers for a few days leaving me to enjoy myself without them, to lead the rock and roll single life for a few days and could I do this small list of jobs while she was away. I had told her that Cleo was coming round to learn how to put up shelves.
“Are you going to be drilling with her or drilling her”?
“Not likely to happen” I answered.
“You should you know ‘cos she fancies the pants off you”!
On the Friday night I made space in and around the cupboard, Its not a large space and would be cramped for two. I measured and marked up the wall, made sure that I had the bits that I would need and then went out for a swift half with some mates
First thing on Saturday I went down to my local park-run, Chatted to friends, worked up a bit of a sweat, went home, Showered, dried my hair and was just stepping into clean underwear when I heard the front gate open.
I looked out of the window and realised that Cleo was early. I grabbed the first pair of jeans that came to hand ( tight stretchy black ones as it happens ) and ran to answer the door.
She was standing there in a pair of old dungarees and a vest top with no bra underneath it. To be honest she looked rather sexy. She was holding a bag with her own drill in it. I invited her in and we went into the kitchen for a coffee ( and for me to have a quiet oggle ).
While we sat drinking coffee I had a look at her drill. It was absolutely rubbish. Really cheap, under powered, badly made and when I ran it it vibrated nearly as much as one of my wife's toys.
“This is a drill that is made for girls to use as a vibrator rather than for making holes in a wall”
“Don’t tease my drill”
“Teasing is the only thing that I will do with it. We will use mine”
Coffees finished we went upstairs (ladies first so that I could watch her walk).
We went into the bedroom and a showed her the cupboard and pointed out how it was marked out. Then I showed her my drill which was not an occasional DIY jobbing drill but something a little more substantial. While she could hold it perfectly well her hands looked a little small on it and she would have to use it with both hands.
She stepped into the cupboard and I stood behind her, my arms around her, my right hand on her right hand, my left on her elbow. Her hair smelled clean and fresh and flowery, and of course I could see down her cleavage which was a bit of a distraction and just the thought of it led to a surge of blood to places best ignored when power tools are involved.
I guided the drill to the first mark and squeezing her hand started the drill. No Problem going through the plaster but as soon as we hit the brick underneath the hammer action kicked in.
I am used to it but she wasn’t. The vibration of the hammer action must have come as a bit of a shock.
We finished the first hole and moved on to the next.
As we finished the second hole she let out a moan of what I took to be terror and leaned back against me. I hoped that she didn’t notice the bulge in my jeans as she pressed against me.
“Are you OK”? I asked not wanting the answer to be No as I was enjoying the proximity of her body to mine
“I’m fine, Just a little hot” she mumbled but her voice was thick and syrupy as though her mind was elsewhere.
It occurred to me then that she was incredibly turned on.
I couldn’t resist and bent my head to place a small kiss on the side of her neck as she pressed her self against me. I certainly didn’t move away.
“Should we continue with the wall” I asked? My mouth still close to her neck.
“Mmmmmm” was her only response.
I continued to kiss her neck loving the taste of her skin.
I traced the line of her left arm with my left hand, all the way to her collar bone where I found the strap to her dungarees.
Still kissing her neck I ran my fingers down the strap to the button which I undid allowing the front to open slightly.
I slid my hand inside and slowly, gently I cupped her breast through the thin fabric of her ves
Squeezing and moulding this glorious orb until my thumb started to stroke over her stiffening nipple. Stroking it until it was hard and erect through the cloth.
The tip of the drill scraped a line down the wall,
“Don’t drop the drill”
I moved my right hand away from her hand, over the front of her dungarees and up to the remaining strap.
I ran my fingers down the strap to the button, undid it and the front of her dungarees folded down to her waist.
I cupped her other breast in my right hand and we stood for a while, her pressed against me, the pressure of her body against the bulge in my jeans as I fondled those breasts through her top. Kissing her neck and shoulders as I played with them.
I stroked the other nipple until both were hard and erect. Tenting the material, demanding attention
It wasn’t enough. I wanted more so I slipped my hands down to her waist. Running my fingers over her hips I slipped my thumbs beneath the edge of the vest and caressed it upwards. Lifting it over her erect nipples, exposing the hidden flesh to the air.
I held her breasts in my hands, enjoying the weight of them. Cupping their fullness, allowing the nipples to poke out between my fingers. Enjoying the feeling of the flesh in my hands.
I indulged myself in playing with her breasts for a while, kissing the nape of her neck some more and then I bent my knees, kissing my way down her neck, over the rucked up material of her vest and back to the flesh below it.
I continued to kiss my way down her back, my hands leaving her breasts, stroking their way down her stomach to the waist band of her dungarees.
Kneeling behind her I slipped my fingers into the top of her dungarees and into the waistband of her panties. I eased them over her hips, down over her buttocks, eased them down her thighs until they puddled around her feet.
Normally I like to see a pair of buttocks still clad in under wear as it gives you twice the please of unwrapping them but I wanted to feel these to much, considering the wetness of the gusset of her panties I think that Cleo felt the same.
I took her buttocks in my hands, squeezing them, occasionally spanking them, moulding the flesh in my grip.
I kissed each cheek in turn and then, parting her buttocks, I ran my tongue over her puckered hole
and down to her dripping pussy lips.
I slid the thumb of my left hand down the cleft of her buttocks, pausing for just a moment to lick it so that it was a little lubricated, I rubbed it over her anus, teasing for a moment before slipping it just inside, gently working it round, in and out, stimulating the nerve endings.
I kissed her buttock and moved my right hand to the inside of her right ankle, sliding it up the inside of her calf, past the knee, along the inside of her thigh, I stroked it over her pouting pussy lips, stealing some of her moisture and up to the swollen bud of her clitoris. My fingers circling, stroking, gently pinching before rubbing some more.
She was moaning, pushing back against my hand with its thumb in her arse, writhing against the fingers working on her clit.
I slowly stood, not allowing the pressure from my fingers to ease. I twisted my left hand, thumb remaining gently implanted, fingers tracing the outside of her cheek, along the bottom edge until they were nestled at the entrance to her heaven.
I kissed her neck and slid my fingers inside her.
She let out a small wail.
I fucked her with my fingers, kissed her neck, screwed her arse with my thumb and masturbated her clit – pinching it, pulling it, rubbing it and I was rewarded by her climax, shuddering through her body, dripping juices over my fingers.
I stopped moving.
As her shuddering subsided I reached out and took the drill from her hands, lowering it to the floor.
I removed my fingers from within her accompanied by another moan, and my thumb, another moan.
I stepped back a little and turned her round. I bent and lifted her feet out of her dungarees, panties and pumps. I stood and pulled her vest over her head.
She stood naked before me.
Her eyes met mine, almost pleading for permission to move to touch me, I smiled and nodded.
She moved towards me, her hands reaching for the buttons on my jeans. She released each one in turn pulling the denim apart to reveal my my erection stretching the black material of my briefs.
She reached up to my shoulders and stroked my skin. Moving closer she drew her nails gently down my chest and then kissed one of my nipples. She sucked it and then flicked her tongue over it as it became erect. Leaving the fingers of one hand stroking it she moved her mouth to my other nipple and repeated her actions, kissing, sucking and then licking.
Her hands moved down my body, tracing lines over the flatness of my belly, easing their way round my hips.
She knelt before me and looked up into my eyes as she hooked her thumbs into my waistband and started to work my jeans and briefs down, releasing my erect penis as my clothing slipped down my legs.
She took my hardness in her hands and stroked it, moving the soft outer skin up and down before tipping her head forwards and taking my glistening head into her mouth.
One hand snaked around behind me, she started to squeeze one of my buttocks, her other hand sliding up and down my shaft.
Every time her hand moved down to the base of my shaft she took me further into her mouth.
Every time her hand moved back up she moved her head back to reveal my cock, glistening with my precum and her saliva. She flicked her tongue around my head licking my juices clean and then her hand moved back down my length and her mouth followed it.
I could feel my balls getting tighter and knew that if I didn't stop her now she would be swallowing my load. However I wanted to feel myself inside her where my fingers had been just a few moments before.
I stepped back a little - ignoring the look of disappointment on her face – stepped out of my clothing, drew her to her feet, picked her up and carried her to my bed.
I laid her onto her back, lifted her legs wide before me, exposing her shaven lips.
I laid the head of my cock against her wetness and then dropped to my knees before her to pay homage to that mound of delight with my lips, tongue and fingers.
I licked her lips and moved up to her clitoris, lapping at it, sucking at it. I slid my fingers inside her, working inside her delicious moistness.
Licking and sucking at her clit. Thrusting my fingers inside her. Listening to her moans and whimpers.
I pressed her thighs further apart causing her hips to lift a little and moved my mouth to her lips. Thrusting my tongue inside her I moved my fingers to her bud and continued to rub it.
Masturbating her and lapping up her juices as I fucked her with my tongue. Working it around her lips before thrusting in inside her once again I could feel her tensing, feel her building to another orgasm.
Just before she came I stood, nestled the end of my penis against her lips, looked her in the eye and then smoothly slipped deep within her.
She started to come around me and I stopped letting her moment subside before starting to move forwards and backwards. All the way in and then back until just my tip was within her.
I put my hand down to her clit and started to rub once again, occasionally running my thumb down to pick up some more of her wetness before returning it to her clit.
I was starting to loose control now and could feel my own orgasm rising.
I started to pound way at her with no technique but only raw power.
I grabbed her hips to pull myself deeper and harder.
She reached round behind me grabbing my buttocks, squeezing them and dragging me hard towards her. Pulling me deeper inside her with every thrust.
Harder, deeper
I started to pump my come into her, more with every thrust, and she reciprocated by coming around me.
My shuddering body the echo of hers until we both slowed down and stopped. Holding each other close as we lay side by side on the bed, our heart rates slowing as we calmed down and slowly came back to reality.
We cleaned up and dressed in companionable near silence before going down to the kitchen and making another coffee.
I asked “ did you enjoy your lesson and would you like another at some point”?
“Hell Yeah”! She replied.
I may have to show her how to patch up the plaster work next time.