Random Snapshots - #1
Eric was in his early 30s and had been divorced almost two years. He had dated a few times since, but was reluctant to make a commitment again, so he mostly kept to himself. He was not one to naturally turn heads, although he was a relatively decent looking man. He was just under six feet tall, average build, and kept himself trim, if not buff. He had a good job, demanding at times, but he enjoyed it. His mother kept telling him he should try again. Not everyone was as bitchy as Sandra. But he worked full time and his spare time was taken up with chores around the house and occasionally going out with a couple of his buddies.
He had just finished showering. It was Saturday afternoon and he had just finished mowing the lawn. He hadn't even finished dressing yet when his cell phone rang. It was his neighbor across the street, Maggie. Maggie was, he guessed, in her late 40s, married to a doctor, and took care in her appearance. Like Eric, she was slightly above average in looks, had a nice hour glass figure, auburn hair, and green eyes. He could never remember seeing her without a drink in her hand and wondered if she was happy, although she always seemed to be the life of any gathering of two or more people.
"Eric? Are you busy? I saw you out mowing earlier. I have a clogged drain and wondered if you might have a chance to look at it for me."
"Yeah," said Eric, "I can come over in a few minutes. I just got out of the shower. I'll walk over shortly."
"Perfect," said Maggie, "just walk on in. I'll be expecting you."
Eric wondered why it couldn't wait until Maggie's husband, Jim, got home and handle it himself. He dropped the thought and grabbed his navy colored nylon shorts and a gray t-shirt. He put on his sandals and headed for the door. About halfway across the street, it occurred to him that he had not put on any underwear, distracted by the phone call and eager to get Maggie's problem solved so that he could have the rest of the day to himself. He had nothing planned particularly, but he didn't want anyone interfering with his Saturdays nonetheless. He decided he would not be there that long and there would be nothing to give away the fact that he had no underwear on, so he continued. He arrived at Maggie's front door and walked in as she had instructed.
"Maggie? It's me, Eric," he called. "Where is the drain problem?"
"Up here, Eric. In the guest bathroom." she called back as if he knew where that was.
Eric climbed the stairs and Maggie was waiting for him just around the corner in the hallway when he reached the top. As usual, she was holding a drink in one hand and smiled warmly at him. She was dressed just as casually as he was, wearing a pair of nylon red shorts and a loose fitting bright yellow tank top. He rarely saw her dressed this way and wondered for a moment if she didn't rush to put on something similar to his own outfit when she saw him crossing the street. She was a master of makeup, often looking like she wasn't even wearing any, but if not, she had the most beautiful complexion for a woman her age he had ever seen. Her auburn hair was slightly mussed, almost as if she had been napping. The overall look to Eric was inexplicably arousing although it did not stir his cock yet.
"I appreciate you coming over so quickly to look at it. You probably wonder why I don't just wait for Jim to handle it. But you have to realize that Jim may be a doctor, but he knows nothing about plumbing and cares even less. He would just tell me to call a plumber and I would have to wait two weeks to get someone here to solve what I think is a simple problem. We are having guests next weekend and I can't wait that long if I can avoid it. Don't worry, though, I will pay you for your trouble, Eric."
"Let's not get into that just now, Maggie. Let's see if I can fix it first. You may still have to call a plumber."
"Nonsense. I have watched you working around your house outside and you are quite handy, young man. I'll bet you could solve just about any problem I had," Maggie said with her usual over enthusiastic praise of people she liked.
Maggie led him through the guest bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom to reveal standing water in the basin.
"You do have a nasty clog here, Maggie. Do you have a bucket for me to put under the drain when I loosen the trap?"
"Sure, I'll get it for you, honey. Back in a minute," Maggie said, with the tone of relief that Eric at least had an idea of what to do.
She returned shortly with a bucket just the perfect size to fit under the plumbing and catch all that Eric knew would drain out once it was loosened.
Eric attempted to make small talk while he got set up to loosen the trap.
"So where is Jim today?"
"Oh, he's at the fucking golf course where he lives when not at the hospital. I swear, I maybe see his 10 hours out of the week. Long enough to eat dinners late, jump me on Friday nights, and maybe take me to movie on Saturdays when it rains and he can't play golf. It's a good standard of living, but I am not really sure why I am married. You know what I mean? Sorry, given your experience, I should keep my mouth shut."
"It's okay, Maggie. We all have our problems. The only one I have right now is your drain."
Eric was having difficulty loosening the trap. It was old and had not been touched in years. He was glad he had had the foresight to bring his pipe wrench with him and finally laid on his back with his head and shoulders in the cabinet to loosen the fitting.
"See anything of interest?" asked Maggie, innocently enough.
Eric looked out at Maggie and she was on her hands and knees, hovering just above his crotch as she spoke. Eric got one look at the cleavage glowing back at him and her face just inches away from him cock and he had an involuntary reaction in his nylon shorts and would be obvious if she looked.
"Nothing yet. We will see shortly. I got the fitting loose."
"Well you must have seen something that interested you from the tent in your shorts, honey," Maggie said with a playful laugh. "And just for the record I have now seen something of interest myself!"
Eric was getting ready to crawl back out and finish taking the trap apart when he felt her hand grab his cock through his shorts.
"Uh, Maggie. Remember, you are married and he might come home for one of those 10 hours he spends with you while you have your hand on my cock. Then I am going to need a doctor."
Maggie laughed, but still grasped his shaft.
"He just left an hour ago and won't be home for at least another three hours," she said calculating the time she had to spend with her new toy. "After you fix this plumbing problem, honey," she said letting go of his rod, "we can work on some other pipe and fittings."
Eric had heard those tired old metaphors too many times to laugh, but she suggestiveness kept him rock hard as he cleared the clog, reassembled the trap and wiped up the cabinet interior of the few drips that missed the bucket. When he stood up, she was against him in a flash, her face up in his grill, and clearly not taking no for an answer.
"You are still nice and hard, Eric, my boy. Now come over here to the guest bed. I have to wash the bedding before guests arrive. Might as well make it worth my while, don't you think?"
Instead of taking him by the hand, she led him with a firm grasp on his stiff cock to the bed. She turned in front of him, hooked her thumbs in the waist band of his shorts and yanked them down. His cock popped out of them slapped against her face as she pulled them down as she went to her knees.
"Very nice, sweetheart, you have a beautiful cock. Not too big, not too small, just right. Now let's see how it tastes."
Maggie slid her lips over the head of his cock and pushed her tongue downward on the underside of his shaft as she went. Her hands were cupping his ass cheeks as she began to slide her head back and forth on his cock. Eric let out low moans in spite of himself. It had been years since he had received a blow job and hers was a work of art. He pulled off his t-shirt and she helped him out of his sandals without ever letting his cock free of her mouth. Eric let his hands rest on the back of her head and only lightly thrust in and out, respecting her control over the depth she took him.
Maggie stopped, stood up and pulled off her top, revealing beautiful, firm C-cup tits and pulled off her shorts. This was the first time Eric could remember Maggie without a drink in her hand. She crawled onto the bed, rolled to her back, allowing her head to hang off the edge.
"Fuck my mouth and drain that thing, honey. Go as deep as you want. I want you to last for the second round for my own benefit."
Eric slid his cock back in her mouth and took her at her word, going balls deep as he fucked her throat from time to time, but mostly backing out so she could breathe. His hands rested on her firm tits and he squeezed them playfully, causing her moan. It was more like a hum on his cock and the vibration only intensified the high quality blow job she was providing. Eric's head tilted back and he warned her he was about to shoot. She grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him all the way into her throat as he rocketed his cum straight down her pipe. She sucked hard to get every drop. Without pulling from her mouth, Eric leaned over and buried his face in her pussy and returned the favor. He rolled over on his back to give her control over his cock. She continued to suck, ensuring he would remain erect for the second round.
He tongue fucked her, sucked her long clit, licked her pussy lips and repeated, getting her off twice before she begged him to stop.
"That is so fucking intense. Damn, I need a break!" Maggie said, out of breath from the orgasms.
She swung her body around and grabbed his cock, taking it deep into her pussy in one motion until she hit bottom.
"If you fuck as good as you eat, I won't stop cumming until Monday! Man, oh, man, that was the best head I have ever gotten, Eric! Now I am going to fuck you until one of us loses our brains!"
Maggie rode him hard, knowing the exact length of his cock, rising just until there was a risk of his cock popping out of her, then she slammed herself back down again, making a slapping noise as her ass hit his thighs. For a time, she propped herself up on her hands and Eric toyed with her tits. Then she laid down on him, resting her tits on his chest and let her hips do all the work. She kissed him ravenously as she fucked. All the while, Eric wondered why any man would choose golf over a hot fuck like Maggie.
No sooner had that thought crossed his mind, when Maggie tensed up all over and through her body as she was wracked with a climax like none other she had experienced in years. Maybe it was the unapproved lover and the thought of getting even with a negligent husband or maybe Eric was just that good at fucking, but Maggie was having the time of her sexual life. She propped herself back up again and started the whole sequence all over again until she came twice more. Eric had managed to hold off cumming, although he wanted to. But he had no intentions of disappointing his new best friend.
He was disappointed when she got off and set his cock free. But not for long...
"Eric, honey, I don't know how you feel about such things, but I would consider it a major favor if you would finish in my ass. I get all of this doctor shit from Jim about how unsafe it is to ass fuck, so he won't do it. But fuck, I love taking it in the ass now and again. Would you, please?"
There was no hesitation. Eric turned her face up, lifted her legs over his shoulders and guided his cock to her back door. He took it easy, but she was not one to hesitate.
"Just stuff that cock up my ass - now!" she yelled. "Fuck my ass like it will be the last fuck of your life!"
He drilled her ass. He stuffed it in as far as it would go and he banged her asshole hard and fast. She yelled and thrashed and hooked her ankles around his neck. He held on to her thighs for leverage as he fucked her ass as hard as he had ever fucked anything. He was ready to blow his load and told her so.
"Cum in my ass! Shoot every drop as deep into my ass as it will go. I want to feel your cock explode inside me!"
Maggie was out of control. She tightened her muscles on his cock as it throbbed and thrusted and spurt one stream after another of warm cum into his neighbor's ass.
They were both exhausted. Maggie stepped into the guest bath to clean the leakage from her orifices and then slipped her clothes back on, what little she had been wearing.
"Sorry, Eric, but it appears you will need another shower." Maggie noted with a wry smile.
"More than worth it, Maggie. I just wish you had more plumbing problems," he said , equally wryly.
"Every Saturday, Eric, every Saturday. If the sun is shining, I have a plumbing issue for you to solve."
As Eric walked out the front door, Maggie's husband, Jim, pulled into the driveway. When he walked into the house he inquired why Eric was there.
"He unclogged a drain for me in the guest bath. I knew you wouldn't have the time or inclination to do it and I couldn't wait for a plumber with guests coming next weekend."
"That was nice of Eric," Jim said, "did you pay him for his efforts?"
"I absolutely did, dear."
Nothing Maggie said was a lie...
He had just finished showering. It was Saturday afternoon and he had just finished mowing the lawn. He hadn't even finished dressing yet when his cell phone rang. It was his neighbor across the street, Maggie. Maggie was, he guessed, in her late 40s, married to a doctor, and took care in her appearance. Like Eric, she was slightly above average in looks, had a nice hour glass figure, auburn hair, and green eyes. He could never remember seeing her without a drink in her hand and wondered if she was happy, although she always seemed to be the life of any gathering of two or more people.
"Eric? Are you busy? I saw you out mowing earlier. I have a clogged drain and wondered if you might have a chance to look at it for me."
"Yeah," said Eric, "I can come over in a few minutes. I just got out of the shower. I'll walk over shortly."
"Perfect," said Maggie, "just walk on in. I'll be expecting you."
Eric wondered why it couldn't wait until Maggie's husband, Jim, got home and handle it himself. He dropped the thought and grabbed his navy colored nylon shorts and a gray t-shirt. He put on his sandals and headed for the door. About halfway across the street, it occurred to him that he had not put on any underwear, distracted by the phone call and eager to get Maggie's problem solved so that he could have the rest of the day to himself. He had nothing planned particularly, but he didn't want anyone interfering with his Saturdays nonetheless. He decided he would not be there that long and there would be nothing to give away the fact that he had no underwear on, so he continued. He arrived at Maggie's front door and walked in as she had instructed.
"Maggie? It's me, Eric," he called. "Where is the drain problem?"
"Up here, Eric. In the guest bathroom." she called back as if he knew where that was.
Eric climbed the stairs and Maggie was waiting for him just around the corner in the hallway when he reached the top. As usual, she was holding a drink in one hand and smiled warmly at him. She was dressed just as casually as he was, wearing a pair of nylon red shorts and a loose fitting bright yellow tank top. He rarely saw her dressed this way and wondered for a moment if she didn't rush to put on something similar to his own outfit when she saw him crossing the street. She was a master of makeup, often looking like she wasn't even wearing any, but if not, she had the most beautiful complexion for a woman her age he had ever seen. Her auburn hair was slightly mussed, almost as if she had been napping. The overall look to Eric was inexplicably arousing although it did not stir his cock yet.
"I appreciate you coming over so quickly to look at it. You probably wonder why I don't just wait for Jim to handle it. But you have to realize that Jim may be a doctor, but he knows nothing about plumbing and cares even less. He would just tell me to call a plumber and I would have to wait two weeks to get someone here to solve what I think is a simple problem. We are having guests next weekend and I can't wait that long if I can avoid it. Don't worry, though, I will pay you for your trouble, Eric."
"Let's not get into that just now, Maggie. Let's see if I can fix it first. You may still have to call a plumber."
"Nonsense. I have watched you working around your house outside and you are quite handy, young man. I'll bet you could solve just about any problem I had," Maggie said with her usual over enthusiastic praise of people she liked.
Maggie led him through the guest bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom to reveal standing water in the basin.
"You do have a nasty clog here, Maggie. Do you have a bucket for me to put under the drain when I loosen the trap?"
"Sure, I'll get it for you, honey. Back in a minute," Maggie said, with the tone of relief that Eric at least had an idea of what to do.
She returned shortly with a bucket just the perfect size to fit under the plumbing and catch all that Eric knew would drain out once it was loosened.
Eric attempted to make small talk while he got set up to loosen the trap.
"So where is Jim today?"
"Oh, he's at the fucking golf course where he lives when not at the hospital. I swear, I maybe see his 10 hours out of the week. Long enough to eat dinners late, jump me on Friday nights, and maybe take me to movie on Saturdays when it rains and he can't play golf. It's a good standard of living, but I am not really sure why I am married. You know what I mean? Sorry, given your experience, I should keep my mouth shut."
"It's okay, Maggie. We all have our problems. The only one I have right now is your drain."
Eric was having difficulty loosening the trap. It was old and had not been touched in years. He was glad he had had the foresight to bring his pipe wrench with him and finally laid on his back with his head and shoulders in the cabinet to loosen the fitting.
"See anything of interest?" asked Maggie, innocently enough.
Eric looked out at Maggie and she was on her hands and knees, hovering just above his crotch as she spoke. Eric got one look at the cleavage glowing back at him and her face just inches away from him cock and he had an involuntary reaction in his nylon shorts and would be obvious if she looked.
"Nothing yet. We will see shortly. I got the fitting loose."
"Well you must have seen something that interested you from the tent in your shorts, honey," Maggie said with a playful laugh. "And just for the record I have now seen something of interest myself!"
Eric was getting ready to crawl back out and finish taking the trap apart when he felt her hand grab his cock through his shorts.
"Uh, Maggie. Remember, you are married and he might come home for one of those 10 hours he spends with you while you have your hand on my cock. Then I am going to need a doctor."
Maggie laughed, but still grasped his shaft.
"He just left an hour ago and won't be home for at least another three hours," she said calculating the time she had to spend with her new toy. "After you fix this plumbing problem, honey," she said letting go of his rod, "we can work on some other pipe and fittings."
Eric had heard those tired old metaphors too many times to laugh, but she suggestiveness kept him rock hard as he cleared the clog, reassembled the trap and wiped up the cabinet interior of the few drips that missed the bucket. When he stood up, she was against him in a flash, her face up in his grill, and clearly not taking no for an answer.
"You are still nice and hard, Eric, my boy. Now come over here to the guest bed. I have to wash the bedding before guests arrive. Might as well make it worth my while, don't you think?"
Instead of taking him by the hand, she led him with a firm grasp on his stiff cock to the bed. She turned in front of him, hooked her thumbs in the waist band of his shorts and yanked them down. His cock popped out of them slapped against her face as she pulled them down as she went to her knees.
"Very nice, sweetheart, you have a beautiful cock. Not too big, not too small, just right. Now let's see how it tastes."
Maggie slid her lips over the head of his cock and pushed her tongue downward on the underside of his shaft as she went. Her hands were cupping his ass cheeks as she began to slide her head back and forth on his cock. Eric let out low moans in spite of himself. It had been years since he had received a blow job and hers was a work of art. He pulled off his t-shirt and she helped him out of his sandals without ever letting his cock free of her mouth. Eric let his hands rest on the back of her head and only lightly thrust in and out, respecting her control over the depth she took him.
Maggie stopped, stood up and pulled off her top, revealing beautiful, firm C-cup tits and pulled off her shorts. This was the first time Eric could remember Maggie without a drink in her hand. She crawled onto the bed, rolled to her back, allowing her head to hang off the edge.
"Fuck my mouth and drain that thing, honey. Go as deep as you want. I want you to last for the second round for my own benefit."
Eric slid his cock back in her mouth and took her at her word, going balls deep as he fucked her throat from time to time, but mostly backing out so she could breathe. His hands rested on her firm tits and he squeezed them playfully, causing her moan. It was more like a hum on his cock and the vibration only intensified the high quality blow job she was providing. Eric's head tilted back and he warned her he was about to shoot. She grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him all the way into her throat as he rocketed his cum straight down her pipe. She sucked hard to get every drop. Without pulling from her mouth, Eric leaned over and buried his face in her pussy and returned the favor. He rolled over on his back to give her control over his cock. She continued to suck, ensuring he would remain erect for the second round.
He tongue fucked her, sucked her long clit, licked her pussy lips and repeated, getting her off twice before she begged him to stop.
"That is so fucking intense. Damn, I need a break!" Maggie said, out of breath from the orgasms.
She swung her body around and grabbed his cock, taking it deep into her pussy in one motion until she hit bottom.
"If you fuck as good as you eat, I won't stop cumming until Monday! Man, oh, man, that was the best head I have ever gotten, Eric! Now I am going to fuck you until one of us loses our brains!"
Maggie rode him hard, knowing the exact length of his cock, rising just until there was a risk of his cock popping out of her, then she slammed herself back down again, making a slapping noise as her ass hit his thighs. For a time, she propped herself up on her hands and Eric toyed with her tits. Then she laid down on him, resting her tits on his chest and let her hips do all the work. She kissed him ravenously as she fucked. All the while, Eric wondered why any man would choose golf over a hot fuck like Maggie.
No sooner had that thought crossed his mind, when Maggie tensed up all over and through her body as she was wracked with a climax like none other she had experienced in years. Maybe it was the unapproved lover and the thought of getting even with a negligent husband or maybe Eric was just that good at fucking, but Maggie was having the time of her sexual life. She propped herself back up again and started the whole sequence all over again until she came twice more. Eric had managed to hold off cumming, although he wanted to. But he had no intentions of disappointing his new best friend.
He was disappointed when she got off and set his cock free. But not for long...
"Eric, honey, I don't know how you feel about such things, but I would consider it a major favor if you would finish in my ass. I get all of this doctor shit from Jim about how unsafe it is to ass fuck, so he won't do it. But fuck, I love taking it in the ass now and again. Would you, please?"
There was no hesitation. Eric turned her face up, lifted her legs over his shoulders and guided his cock to her back door. He took it easy, but she was not one to hesitate.
"Just stuff that cock up my ass - now!" she yelled. "Fuck my ass like it will be the last fuck of your life!"
He drilled her ass. He stuffed it in as far as it would go and he banged her asshole hard and fast. She yelled and thrashed and hooked her ankles around his neck. He held on to her thighs for leverage as he fucked her ass as hard as he had ever fucked anything. He was ready to blow his load and told her so.
"Cum in my ass! Shoot every drop as deep into my ass as it will go. I want to feel your cock explode inside me!"
Maggie was out of control. She tightened her muscles on his cock as it throbbed and thrusted and spurt one stream after another of warm cum into his neighbor's ass.
They were both exhausted. Maggie stepped into the guest bath to clean the leakage from her orifices and then slipped her clothes back on, what little she had been wearing.
"Sorry, Eric, but it appears you will need another shower." Maggie noted with a wry smile.
"More than worth it, Maggie. I just wish you had more plumbing problems," he said , equally wryly.
"Every Saturday, Eric, every Saturday. If the sun is shining, I have a plumbing issue for you to solve."
As Eric walked out the front door, Maggie's husband, Jim, pulled into the driveway. When he walked into the house he inquired why Eric was there.
"He unclogged a drain for me in the guest bath. I knew you wouldn't have the time or inclination to do it and I couldn't wait for a plumber with guests coming next weekend."
"That was nice of Eric," Jim said, "did you pay him for his efforts?"
"I absolutely did, dear."
Nothing Maggie said was a lie...
3 years ago
