wasn't a pushy guy, and certainly didn't plan to force himself on her. Who knows, maybe she really did prefer women? Just because she was married didn't really mean all that much one way or the other-she could be a lesbian who had married some gay guy so that both had 'normal' covers in the community! Shit! he thought, this is getting ridiculous!
Carol watched the man head back up the driveway in the slightly awkward step of a man with a thick pole stuck down one pants leg. Running back to the giggling Eileen who was just climbing out of the pool, they fell back into each other's arms in a laughing, snorting embrace.
'Oh, my God!' Eileen gasped out between whoops of laughter. 'That was hilarious! How long do you think he had been watching us?'
'Long enough!' Carol giggled back. 'Look, I think we've got a real live one here, Eileen! He was acting just like a little boy who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar! Let's get back inside-I want to take a shower to clean up from Chester, and we've got to get ready for this guy-we'll give him a morning's work he'll never forget!'
It didn't take Mike long to get his job done, pumping chemicals out of a hand-held tank and spraying around the yard and house foundations. He crawled under the house, thankful there didn't seem to be any pets kept at this home that might have left any small, smelly presents for him in the darkness and dank.
With the morning sun now well risen, Carol knew that he was probably getting the full sauna treatment down there, working up a good sweat in the tight, virtually airless space under the house.
She was standing on the patio when he crawled back out, his uniform showing huge dark spots of sweat, the shirt almost completely unbuttoned now. Carol drew in an excited breath as Mike stood up and she got a good look at his muscular chest, matted with dark hair. But what set her pussy to really juicing was the sight of his crotch for the first time. It looked like he'd not only shoved a couple of tennis balls down his pants, but the can they came in as well!
'Come on inside, you need a cool drink after all that work,' she said.
'Thanks, Ma'am,' Mike replied, dusting off his pants and setting beside the door, all the time trying to keep from being too obvious as he ogled the gorgeous woman.
Carol had put on a very short terry-cloth robe that ended just barely below her hips, and was tied loosely around her slim waist to open and reveal as much of her mouthwatering cleavage as possible, just short of showing the fat nipples. She had brushed her hair out so that it fell in soft billowing waves around her face and across her shoulders. Mike gulped hard and felt his long-suffering cock jerk once again, begging him for release from its tight confinement, and wanting to hurry into even tighter confinement in the juncture of Carol's long, shapely legs.
Once in the house Carol opened a couple of beers and guided the hot workman into the den and a large couch, from which a full-wall window gave them a view of the backyard. Carol wanted him to be able to see the pool, just to remind him of what had been going on when he had first arrived.
'By the way, what's your name, honey?' she smiled, sitting down so close to him on the couch that any closer and she would have been in his lap-which was exactly where she was planning on ending up.
'Mike, Mike Ryan, Mrs. Bristol,' he replied, his whole leg tingling as she pressed her naked thigh up to his.
'Oh, please, none of that 'Mrs.' stuff! You must call me Carol! All of my really close friends do,' at the word 'close,' Carol laid one hand lightly on Mike's thigh. 'And I do hope that we'll become close friends as well.'
Mike knocked back half of his can of beer in one sudden swallow, hardly even tasting it, staring straight ahead out the window as his mind whirled in confusion. Christ, but this beautiful woman was going to drive him right up the wall! While working he bad pretty much convinced himself that she was a lesbian, but now here she seemed to be almost throwing herself at him. He'd never been good at sexual games, preferring the straight- forward 'Let's do it' approach. But he was terrified of making a wrong move now and ending up losing his job.
Mike turned back to face her and his eyes widened as Carol leaned in a bit closer, offering him a full view of her incredible breasts, the full swelling globes swinging forward slightly to press against the fabric as if straining to escape from the robe that barely held them back.
'You… uh, you've got a really nice tan,' he sputtered, then regretted it immediately, thinking how he sounded like a stupid, fumbling kid on his first date. But, hell, he felt like a teenager who'd just lucked into a date with the sexiest girl in school and was now scared shitless of making an ass of himself.
'Why thank you, Mike. It's sweet of you to notice,' Carol said in a throaty whisper that just dripped honey, her 'seduction' mode on full throttle. 'Since we've got such a lovely private backyard, I can do just about anything I like, from sunbathing in the nude to… well, I think you might imagine some of the other things I enjoy doing…'
'Oh shit! Mike thought. He wanted to grab this sultry woman and fuck the living hell out of her. His cock was so hard now he felt like he was gonna blow his wad right in his pants any second.
But what if she was just teasing him? He thought he remembered reading somewhere that real lesbians hated men-what if she was just trying to egg him into making a move on her, and then she'd complain to his boss? Damn, if only he hadn't seen her making it with that other chick, but now he just couldn't be sure. The fight between the doubts in his mind and the single-minded fuck lust in his pants was driving him crazy.
Carol was now practically breathing in his ear, leaning in so close that her huge tits were pillowing against his bare arm, while sensuously rubbing her naked thigh against the rough fabric of his pants. His work under the house had heated him up so that the odor of his aftershave mingled with that of his own sweat, producing a high aroma of pure animal passion in Carol's nostrils, the smell of a man.
But she could also see the confusion of his mind mirrored in his face as he stared straight ahead out the window. The harsh sound of his quick breath and the now visibly throbbing bulge in his pants showed the horny housewife that she was indeed getting him hot as hell. But his face and the white-knuckle grip he had around his beer can showed her that he was doing his best to hold back. She didn't know why he was so uptight-what else did she have to do to show him that she wanted to fuck? She had already checked out his left hand when they'd talked at the gate and there had been no ring-not that that would have made any great difference to her. But it also didn't show him to be a faithful husband resisting the seductive temptress for his wife. So, as things stood, she figured she'd have to go all the way as seductress and make the first really blatant moves. If that didn't loosen him up, she gave up!
'You look a little uncomfortable doll,' she cooed in his ear. 'Do you want me to give you a hand?' With that she slid her hand up his thigh and quickly snaked it back down behind his belt, slithering through the matt of coarse hair to grasp the thick tube of his cock.
'Oh, Jesus!' Mike gasped, unconsciously humping his ass upward at her searing touch. 'Lady, if you're just fooling around…'
Carol laughed and kissed his cheek. 'I'm no tease, baby! I think we both want the same thing, and I for one am going to make damn sure that I get it-in spades!'
She shot her other hand into his lap and started hurriedly fumbling to undo his belt with only the one hand, refusing to release her grip on his hot cock for even a second. Mike let out an explosive gasp and then was helping her tear at his clothes, convinced that, finally, after all his years, he had lucked into meeting the legendary 'hot housewife' that all delivery men and home workers dream of!
He quickly slid out of his pants, and his rigid cock, after its long and painful confinement, jerked up and swayed about like a flesh-colored cucumber, it's base a thick mass of black, curly hairs.
Carol gasped at the sight, and both her mouth and pussy began getting wet. Mike's cock wasn't much longer than the average dick, but it was as thick around as a night watchman's flashlight, and had a curve on it like a banana, arching back up toward his muscular stomach, seemingly bowed back under the wet of the heavy-blood-red crown. A thin dribble of milky fluid already bubbled from the slit in its tip to drop down onto his hairy stomach, and the entire shaft was visibly throbbing, primed to explode!
'Oh, baby, what a hunk of meat!' Carol sighed, leaning over his lap and quickly lashed out her pebbly tongue tip to lick up the oozing juice, making him groan at the touch of her wet tongue wrapping around his slimy cock- crown.
'Suck it!' he grunted between clenched teeth. 'I've had a hard-on since I first saw you, and I'm gonna explode any second!'
Carol arched her long neck further over Mike's lap, turning into an erotic sword swallower as she slid his pulsing cock deep into her wet mouth. Mike could hardly believe his eyes as he watched the first few inches of his fat wang disappearing between her red lips. This gorgeous woman was gnawing on his cock as if she hadn't had any dick for years. He put the palm of one hand on her upturned cheek, driving his cock in and out of her wet, warm
