So its a Friday night I I was planning to go out with a few of the lads rather than sit in and watch the tv on my own.
So I decided to deliver a few of the orders sitting there, get the cash and get the bus into town.
I get the first 4 done no bother - all cash no cheques and off I go to do number 5.
Number 5 is Alison, a nice customer. She's got 2 kids and she orders alot and like a chat but thsi time I promise myself I wont stop so I can get the bus.
Im knocking on the door but she's not answering. I know she's in as there is music blaring away inside and all the lights are on. I try a few times more but until Im sick and Ive got to get the cash so off I go round the side of the house to see if she's in the back.
No sign of Alison in the back garden but the back door is open.
"Hello" Im shouting as I tap on the open back door but the music is so loud she can't hear me.
I step in and see Alison painting the kitchen. From behind I see shes wearing a mans old blue work shirt & no pants. She's singing away to bon jovi really badly.
"Hi" I shout and she swings round with a glass of wine in one hand & a paint brush in the other. She half screams and drops the wine glass on the floor, glass everywhere with red wine.
"Shit! you scared the hell out of me" she shouts. She steps forward & switched off the music. "Shit" "she says again and hops on one one foot as she stands on the broken glass.
I help her onto a high kitchen chair and sort out her foot and she sorts the red wine all over he legs.
"Im so sorry" she says, "what must you think of of me dressed like this?"
"well Im sure you werent expecting any visitors never mind your catalogue agent" I explain.
"that was my last glass of wine too" she tells me sadly.
I clean up the broken glass & the spilt wine and find it really hard not to look at her legs.
Aiison is really cute for mum with 2 kids. she tells me she managed to off load them to her mothers and thought she would have a few glasses of wine, do a bit of decorating and then watch a film.
She opens her bag to get my money and as shes bending forward I can't but notice her her breasts as she leans forward.
I'm always getting told off by female friends for talking to their chests when Im out.
Its something I never notice Im doing until its too late. I never understand why women moan about it especially when they dress with all this cleavage showing & they know men just can't help looking. It's like rabbits n car headlights.
"Im so sorry, I dont have any cash" she says as she lifts her head up. Im sure she notices me looking down her shirt.
She looks a little embarrased for a second and then blushes, then she smiles and straightens her back.
"Will you do me a big favour?" she asks with a little smile, "pop to the corner shop and get me some cash & while your there will you get me 2 bottles of red wine".
"I'll pay you when you get back. I'll go & get some clothes, here is mu cahs card".
I'm too shocked to argue so off I go to the shop feeling a right tit.
Ive know Alison for a while as she used to go to the same school as me although she was a few years old than me. I don't remember what happened to her husband but I remember she told me she was single since the first time I picked up her catalogue.
So I get back to her back door and still feeling like a tit. I'm not usually nervous but after being caught perving down her top I was defiantely feeling awkward.
As I walk in she's sitting on the couch still in that shirt and from the sounds of it she's saying good night to her kids on the phone.
She hangs up & I give her the change putting the wine on the table. She presses some notes back into my hand, "Don't worry about the change, Ive embarrased both of us enough tonight" she whispers calmly.
Alison wanders back into the kitchen and comes back with two wine glasses. "I owe you a drink, at least" she says smiling from eear to ear.
now I know I should have made my excuses and left but for some reason my mouth just wasn't working fast enough.
She pushes me onto the couch and sticks a glass in my hand and I drink rather nervously.
She sits down besides me and looks so deep into my eyss.
"I'm so gald you came round tonight. I thought I was going to spend it all on my own, again" "I'm surprised your working on a Friday night?" she says
"well I was supposed to be going out with some friends but I've missed my bus now" I answer.
She then tells me she would drive me but she's drunk to much and fills my galls with more wine.
"its a long time since anyones looked at me like that" she explains and puts her hand on my leg.
Instantly I get a hard on and as I'm wearing my dress trousers she notices too easily. I see her eys light up and stare at my bulge.
She slides her hand up my leg so slowly and starts to massage the lump so gently.
Alsion then takes the wine glass out of my hand and whispers "we dont want another breakage, do we?" then she moves in and kisses me kisses me while grabbing my bulge and massarging it very firmly.
I can taste the red wine as she sticks her tongue in my mouth.
she pushes me down on the couch and straddles me, slowly unbuttoning the blue shirt.
" I saw you looking at my breasts before, I so want you to kiss them" she says with excitement. She moves forward pushing her breasts into my face and I feel a nipple in my mouth. She moans as I lick and suck pushing herself depper into my face, I almost can't breath when she sits up and throws of her shirt.
Im just getting my breath back when she starts pulling at my belt, undoing the buckle and unzipping my trousers. Her hand grasps around my very errect buldge and she works it so firmly."Hmmmmm" she moans "I'd forgotten how good it feels to play with these" she whispers.
Alison slides off my legs and pulls off my trousers quickly. Her hand slides up my thigh and grabs my balls. "Hmmm" she keeps repeating. Her hand moves up and next shes loosening my shirt button by button then she moves in and licks my throat. She pulls me back up and pulls the shirt from my back whilst kissing me roughly and her tongue reaches deep into my throat.
we kiss for a good few minutes and she tells me shes ready. As she lifts up she forces her very errect nipples in my face, I pull down her knickers and notice they are very wet.
My hand finds that lovely spots and she moans loudly as she grabs my cock and pulls on it again & again.
Suddenly she pushes me down and she forces me into her, forcing her hands onto my shoulders. Starring straight into my eyes she moans and works her body so smoothly.
I can't help it I come staright away and she smiles but she moves faster and faster, moaning louder & louder and then she clenches so tightly, slowing to a crawl.
Alison closes her eyes, straightens her back and then still clenching she increase the pace, getting faster and faster and faster, breathing so deepley and moaning so deeply.
She lowers her breasts into my face. "like me, kiss me, bite me" she cries over & over until she comes and falls flat onto me breathing deeply into my ear with a very faint cry.
She lies on me holding me tightly and slowly moving her hips, gently massaging my cock keeping it hard. She does this for a good five minutes until she askes in a whisper " are you ready to come again?" "Yes" I moan as she has me quite close.
" I really to see you come" Alison moans sliding off me to the side.
She grabs my cock and starts to massage it slowly from the base working her way up to the head. She repeats this over & over starring at it so much.
Alsion then grabs my balls with one hand and rubs so firmly and massarging my cock at the same time. I feel it getting harder and harder and then I feel the warm come shoot across my stomach while she rubs faster and faster until theres no more.
"don't move" she says as she dashes off to the kitchen and come back with a tea towel.
Next thing I know shes mopping me up and hands me my wine glass.
"your not so nervous now!"
