Story 25
Summary:
Chris, mid-thirties. He's working as a plumber, and he's just been called to fix a leak. He's worried about a difficult customer, but he finds that there's a lot more fun to be had than he ever expected.
Abi, nineteen-year-old virgin. When she sees Chris, something inside her is awakened. She doesn't understand it, but Chris is on hand to show her the way.
Age gap, virgin, plus size, oral, blow jobs, pussy licking, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking.
Chris was sitting in the front of his truck when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.
He rolled his eyes, groaning inwardly. A part of him was urging him to ignore it.
He told himself that he was on his lunch break, after all.
But he also knew that his boss wouldn't be calling him at this time, knowing full well that he would be having his lunch, if it wasn't something very important.
And he also knew that emergency jobs came with a nice little bonus, which he could certainly use at this time.
He pulled his phone out. He held it in one hand while he held the sandwich that he’d been looking forward to all morning in his other hand.
He looked from one to the other, feeling a moment of indecisiveness, and then, sighing to himself, he put the sandwich down on his dashboard as he answered the phone.
His boss was in a panic. It turned out that they'd had a call from someone with a leak, and as the plumbing company who had recently renovated the bathroom, the client was expecting them to send someone round immediately to get the situation under control.
There didn't seem to be any way out of it.
This was absolutely an emergency, with the leak sounding fairly serious, and so Chris realized that his leisurely lunch break was at an end and he was going to have to get round there.
“On my way,” he told his boss.
As he pulled out and started to drive there, still trying to eat his sandwich one-handed as he made his way through the city streets, he weighed up both the good and the bad with this job.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t be anything too serious, and he could get it fixed quickly while still billing his boss for a full job.
However, on the other hand, there was a high probability that he was going to have to deal with a very irate client who would take out all of their annoyances on him.
He sighed to himself again and then took a bite of his sandwich, determined not to get yelled at on an empty stomach, at least.
Luckily, the streets were quite clear at that time of day, and he made pretty good time on his way to the address, hurriedly finishing off his sandwich as he got closer.
As he drove through the streets, he found himself getting a bit stressed as he thought about the potential pitfalls that he could face.
He didn't like it when the clients got angry with him.
He preferred it when he didn't have to deal with them at all, and he could just go in, get the job done, and get out again.
He didn't relish the idea of being shouted at because of a mistake that someone else had made.
However, he knew that this was a part of the job, and he told himself that he needed to be calm going in, just in case there were going to be any issues.
He breathed deeply and started to let his mind wander.
He found himself thinking back to a weekend that he’d had a few weeks earlier, a weekend that he couldn’t quite get out of his mind, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he thought about it.
It had started out as a fairly typical Friday evening. He’d finished up work, gone home, got something to eat, then arranged to meet some of his friends at a bar in town.
However, when they had got to the bar, it had been much busier than they had been expecting, and they were packed in there.
Some of them started talking about how, maybe, they should consider looking for another bar, where things weren’t quite so hectic.
As it turned out, before they could come to any conclusion about what their next plan of action should be, he had found himself separated from the group, looking around and unable to see them.
The dance floor was getting busier and spilling over to where he was, till he soon found himself with revelers dancing all around him.
He felt packed in, and slightly annoyed with the situation. He wasn't really much of a dancer.
Indeed, he never usually had to rely on going out on the dance floor and making a fool of himself. Usually, women came to him.
He was thirty-four years old, and women had always been drawn to him. He found it easy to meet them, easy to talk to them, and, often, easy to get them into bed. It just seemed to come naturally to him.
He was tall and good-looking. He worked out regularly, so he had a good physique, with broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and large upper arms.
He had a thick neck, a square jawline, and handsome features.
His skin was clear, his eyes were deep and dark, and he had black hair that added to a sense of brooding intensity that he had, and which women seemed to be drawn to.
He didn't need to go out on the dance floor if he wanted to meet women, and he didn't want to start trying that kind of thing out now. He wanted to get out of there.
However, as he tried to extricate himself from this situation, he suddenly felt someone pushing up against him. He turned, and there she was, and a sudden change in his plans took place.
She was beautiful, and unlike most of the women that he was used to.
She was slightly below average height, and she had to look up at him as he towered over her while she pushed against him.
She had a beautiful face, with long, light brown hair, almond-shaped, dark green eyes, a small nose, dimples, and an incredible smile.
But the thing that threw him slightly was her build. Perhaps because of the time that he spent at the gym, he was used to slim, athletic women. This woman was not like that at all.
She wasn't fat, but she was certainly very curvy.
She was wearing a tight dress with thin straps over her shoulders, and her body seemed to fill it completely, pushing at it from all angles, showing off her curves.
Her breasts were huge, looking as though one vigorous bounce on the dancefloor would cause them to spill out of the top of the dress.
The slight swell of her stomach pushed at the front of her dress. Her curves were outlined wonderfully, her hips full, her legs plump. He was already imagining how good her ass would look in that dress, imagining how it would fill it.
She smiled up at him, a wicked little smile that told him everything that he needed to know about her, about what she wanted. He started to think that, more than just seeing what her ass looked like, he might actually get to find out what it felt like.
“Hi,” she said, leaning in close to be heard over the sound of the music, “I’m Laura.”
“Chris,” he said.
“Are you on your own?”
This was it, his moment when he could back out or when he could go for it. He wanted her now. He had never been with a girl like this, a curvy girl who could be considered chubby. He was suddenly desperate for her, to know what she felt like, to know how it would be with her.
“Not any more,” he said, and then her smile widened as she moved in closer, and he took hold of her by the waist, and her body felt so soft, not like those firm gym girls that he was so used to.
She pushed up against him, and he felt her breasts against him, and then he couldn't control himself anymore. He bent down to her, kissing her, and her arms were around his shoulders as she leaned upward, kissing him back.
One of his hands moved down from her waist, grabbing hold of one side of her ass, then squeezing it slightly, and it was even better than he had imagined it would be.
His cock was stiff in his pants now. He felt her pushing against him, and he was sure that she had to be able to feel it.
She all but confirmed that when she pulled back, smiling up at him.
“We should get out of here,” she said.
“Absolutely,” he replied.
She took hold of his hand and pulled him through the crowd. She was rushing, and he glanced down at her, seeing the way that her breasts bounced as she moved, imagining one of them coming free.
Then they were in a taxi, with his arm around her, her breasts, her body, pushed up against him, and then they were making their way through the dark streets.
She turned her face to his, and he kissed her lightly on the lips. Then, his free hand stroked her face. It then went to her thigh, stroking it, marveling at how full it felt, how sensual.
He stroked down to her knee, and then his hand moved back up, wanting to feel more, more of her.
He moved his hand up beneath her dress - the dress was already fairly low-cut, not leaving much to the imagination, but he still wanted to feel even more.
He rested his hand on her upper thigh. He knew how close he was to her pussy here, and his cock was throbbing more and more at the thought of it.
He didn’t quite dare to move his hand any closer.
But then her hand was on his. He expected her to pull his hand away.
Instead, she moved it around to the front of her crotch, and then his thumb was moving over the outline of her pussy through her panties.
He looked into her eyes. Her lips had parted, and she had a slightly glazed look on her eyes, nodding almost imperceptible as his thumb started to rub at her, feeling her.
He wanted her more than ever. A part of him wanted her to pull out his cock right there in the back of the cab, to jerk him off. He thought about her greedily bending down to his cock as he came, taking it in her mouth, sucking him dry.
But he knew that could never happen. They could be discreet here, but there was only so far they could take it without being discovered, after all.
His thumb rubbed idly at her pussy through her panties. He could hear her breathing getting heavier, could feel her body against his, and her excitement was only exciting him further.