I was new in town. I had taken a week off work for the move and was settled in, this was my first exploration of my new surroundings. A perfect summer morning and my first walk. According to the map, the lane was a dead end, but a public footpath at the end led to the river. I turned off the main road, on the corner, a field was being prepared for yet another new housing estate. At the entrance, two guys from Openreach were having a shouting match with people from the site. I hurried past. The lane dipped down. At the end was a single large house, at one time, the farm house. Big house, wide drive, triple garage with a convertable Merc parked in front. Loaded. As I passed, a woman waved. I waved back and said good morning, thinking how nice. But she called out; "Hello, can you help me please." I walked towards the house. She was probably late forties and, what? Ample. She wore a white teeshirt, a short, torn-off denim skirt and flip-flops. Her big tits pushed out the front of the shirt, big nipples pushed it further. She was what porn sites would call a bbw. "I've had a bit of an accident," she said. "My shower has overflowed and flooded the bathroom." "The drain might be blocked, a plumber should fix it easily." I suggested. "That's what I thought," she said. "But the landline is out and we don't get mobile coverage down here, I was going to walk up the hill to see if I can get a signal. Could you have a look and confirm what I think? I've mopped up the flood, but the shower tray is still full." That explained the row back at the building site, they had probably dug through the cable. I said that I would take a look. The luxurious interior confirmed my first impressions, loaded. She led the way upstairs, giving me a nice view of her plump bum cheeks. At most, she must have been wearing a thong. At least? Well, no bra no knickers? I knelt on a bath mat and felt for the drain, hidden by milky water. "I was mid-shower." She explained. As I had hoped, the drain was the 'easy-clean' type, accessible without having to go underneath the tray. I pulled out the cover and immediately the water started to slowly drain. "There's your problem," I said triumphantly. "It's probably blocked by hair." "Can you fix it" She asked. I looked up at her. Straight up her skirt at her hairy cunt. I turned away. She spoke again, this time her voice was softer, less authoritative; "What's the matter, never seen a bare cunt before?" I had, but not as hairy as hers. No wonder the drain was blocked. I didnt say that though. I looked back up to reply, again she upstaged me. She had pulled her skirt up to her waist, the whole thatch was on view. Her legs were parted, her long outer lips hung beyond the fur. "Fix that," she said, nodding at the shower tray. "Then you can fix this." She was old enough to be my mother. At one time she would have turned heads and stiffened cocks. Time had taken its toll, but she was still a good looking woman. A milf. And on offer. The reason for my move, was impending divorce and on the advice of my solicitor, I was being careful. I had been celibate for probably three months. Why not, I thought, a fuck's a fuck. Looking straight at her cunt, I said; "I can fix it." She dropped the curtain. Show over. "I'll be downstairs." She said, voice back to ; "I'm in charge. " I scooped a fingerful of the disgusting hair/soap-slime/dead skin mixture out of the drain. The water quickly cleared. I flushed the muck down the loo and headed downstairs for my reward. She was in the kitchen. On the worktop beside her was a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and a condom. She looked over her shoulder at me and said; "Which would you like first?" I tapped the condom. She turned and smiled, wrapping her arms round my neck, pulling my mouth down to hers and pressing her lush body against my half-hard cock. She could certainly kiss. My cock responded, she kissed harder. I slipped both hands up her skirt, taking a handful of bare arse in each. I slid both hands down and felt for the split of her cunt, she was dripping wet. I slid two fingers of each hand into her slippery hole, pulling her cunt wide open. She growled into my mouth. She broke the kiss, took the hem of her teeshirt and peeled it over her head, revealing large, pendulous, but good shaped tits. Riding proudly on each were large erect nipples. Think corks from bottles of red wine and you would not be far out. She lifted both tits, offering them. I accepted the challenge, taking control of the tit-lifting and lowering my head to chew on her stiff, rubbery teats. All the time, she was making a sort of growling noise, punctuated by gasps as my mouth found a particularly sensitive bit or I used my teeth too hard. Again she pulled away. This time, she went down on her knees, undid my shorts and pushed them and my pants down to my ankles, allowing my straining boner to spring free. She took it in both hands and wanked it gently, easing back the foreskin. It's single eye was watering, a bead of clear pre-cum oozed from it. She scooped it up with her tongue, licked her lips and gulped the glans and several inches of shaft into her mouth. Good kissers are usually good cock-suckers. She was no exception. She could take my full length, her nose in my my pubes, but she also had a trick that was new to me, while my glans was getting aquainted with her epiglotis, she pushed out her tongue, licking my balls and the underside of my cock. As much as I was enjoying it, I was in danger of serving her dessert before she had had the main course. I warned her. She let me slide out, I looked down at my shaft, shiny with saliva, then at her face. In her mouth, holding it by the teat, was the condom. What slight of hand she had used, not only to retreive it from the work top, but to winkle it from it's tough foil package, had escaped me. But then again, I had been distracted. She skilfully rolled the rubber onto my shaft, using just her mouth, stood, kissed me once, then turned to lean forward over a worktop. She pulled the skirt up round her waist, looked back over her shoulder and said; "Fuck me from behind. And I like it hard." It was hard alright, but that was not what she meant. I placed a hand on each buttock and pulled them apart, those droopy flaps hung down beneath, she was actually dripping. She was so wet that even the brown pucker of her arsehole shone wetly. I had to bend my knees to align my plug with her socket, but once my target was engaged, I slid ball deep into her welcoming sheath, straightened my legs and effectively lifted her with my cock. What I expected to be her loose cunt, in fact gripped my cock like a fist. She stood on tiptoe so that I could ram her. I reached round and cupped her heavy tits, she reached down and strummed her clit as I fucked her. It was never going to be a long, drawn out fuck and I made no attempt to make it so. I slammed her hard. She screamed as she came, but there were no neighbours within half a mile. As she came, her cunt seemed to grip my cock, triggering my own climax. I gasped as my pent up spunk filled the condom. Disengaged, she straightened her skirt, picked up the teeshirt and put it on. I stood, pants roung my ankles, the full condom drooping ridiculously from my softening cock. Silently, she pressed the pedal of her waste bin. Silently, I peeled off the condom, and it really was full, even I was impressed, and drpped it in the bin. I pulled up my shorts and, silently, left to continue my walk. I had not even touched the orange juice. I have walked past the house many times since and not seen her, but I have seen her in town occasionally and been ignored. Definitely a one off.