A Bored Visitor Looks for Relief

Following a recent comment left as feedback, I am from now on going to add the following to my stories:

All my stories are fantasies, they all come from my imagination. And as they are all complete fantasies; nobody ever gets hurt, ever gets pregnant, ever gets the clap, HIV or anything else nasty.

So with that in mind please read on, and remember: It's all just for fun.

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The door opened and Mervyn and Carol walked through; they are the owners of the house and my clients, behind them trailed their guests; he tall, overweight and red faced dressed in a shirt and trousers, she shorter, slender, much healthier looking wearing an above the knee floral patterned summer dress and flat shoes. Both mid-sixties at a guess.

"Sorry Dave, didn't realise that you were working in here."

"No problem Mervyn."

Mervyn started to explain something about the dining room to his guests and I got back to the fireplace. I'd worked at the house for nearly three years; started on two days a week with the previous owners and stayed on for one day a week when Mervyn and Carol had bought it the previous year. They were a nice couple; self made millionaires through Mervyn's businesses; this visiting couple, or rather he, was a new business partner but I had no idea what his wife did.

I was the maintenance man; looked after the house, a big mid-18th century pile in the middle of four acres of gardens, a lovely place that needed constant tlc to keep it going. Mervyn and Carol wanted various things doing to put their stamp on the place and that was what I was in the middle of today; on my knees cleaning up and painted a very ornate Victorian fireplace.

After a few minutes of explaining various features of the room the four of them disappeared out of the door and I carried on with what I was doing.

An hour or so later there was a light knock on the door and the head of the visiting wife appeared,

"Hi, do you mind if I come in?"

"Of course not, help yourself, what can I do for you?"

She walked into the room carrying a glass of wine and stopped in front of me.

"Mervyn and Andrew, that's my husband, have gone up to Mervyn's office to talk business, and Carol is in the middle of cooking dinner, she's more interested in cooking than chatting to me so I said I was going to explore, do you mind if I sit here and annoy you?"

I laughed and waved at one of the dining room chairs behind me,

"As long as you don't mind talking to my back"; Carol did enjoy her cooking and I could imagine her not being very talkative whilst she was doing that.

From my position on my knees I put out my hand and introduced myself "Dave"

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm Gillian"

"Nice to meet you Gillian." and again waved towards a chair, "Please."

She pulled the chair out behind me, spun it around to face me and sat, and we started talking about stuff. She was quite easy to talk to, even with my back towards her, so we just talked.

Every now and again I'd glance round at her, even at 65ish, not that much older than me really, she was still quite elegant, even in just her simple summer dress she had a certain air about her; she had a light tan and her hair was an expensive looking bob of grey, in fact she looked expensive all over, probably a real looker 20 or 30 years ago, not at all bad now.

As she'd sat her knee length dress had ended up mid thigh, her crossed legs revealing quite a lot to me in my position down on my knees, just three feet in front of her. Well worth the occasional glance.

After half an hour I really needed to go to the loo so I excused myself and went across the hall, did the necessary and washed my hands.

Re-entering the dining room she was still sitting where I'd left her, I went back to my position on floor and sat facing her, drinking from my ever present bottle of water.

She recrossed her legs and smoothed her hands down her dress, her eyes were looking into mine and I deliberately dropped mine down to her legs; they were smooth with that light tan to them, not particularly toned but quite shapely. I looked back up into her eyes; they were still focused on mine.

I kept eye contact, got onto my hands and knees and slowly crawled across the short gap between us, stopped just in front of her and settled back.

My eyes drifted down her body until they stopped once more on her legs.

Put my hand on her ankle, stroked up the back of her calf, over her knee and along her thigh. Hand slipped under her dress until my fingertips touched her knickers, slipped down and stroked back along the underside of her thigh, softly back and forth, the skin smooth and firm, warm and silky.

Other hand takes hold of her foot, lifts it and places it on the floor uncrossing her legs. Both hands on her ankles, slide her feet apart. The widening of her thighs exposes the white cotton of her knickers. Slide my hands up her legs to her inner thighs, stop, look back up into her eyes. She breaks eye contact and looks towards the door, I follow her eyes and see that I've left the door open.

Mentally kick myself and stand, move over and quietly close it. Looking back she is still sitting, looking back at me, her hands in her lap with her fingers interlaced and a slight smile on her face. I walk back to stand in front of her, my knees between hers. As I'd moved, her eyes had dropped to my waist and, after a few seconds, she reached forward and began unbuckling my belt.

Once she had worked it out and got it undone, she slipped her fingers into the top of my shorts, gripped the waistband and pulled me the half-pace towards her until I was standing right up against her thighs.

She then flicked the button open and started to pull the zip down, she was doing it very slowly as though she was savouring it, either that or she was doing it to tease me, but either way it worked and without even realising that I was doing it, I gave a slight moan of anticipation.

Eventually the zip went down as far as it would go and I felt her hands move up to my hips and start to inch my shorts down. Her face is so close to me that I can feel her warm breath on my stomach then, as my shorts inch lower, on my pubic hair and the base of my thickening cock.

I feel her lips on my flesh, feel her tongue on my skin. Her mouth follows my shorts as they get lower, the very tip of her tongue licking it's way down. I close my eyes and follow her progress in my mind; picturing how far she has got from the touch of her lips and tongue.

More and more of my cock is exposed; the tip of her tongue leaving a wet trail as my shorts are dragged lower and lower, she reaches the end of my shaft, only the now swollen glans holding it trapped inside my shorts, she licks along the groove between my rolled back foreskin and the glans, then, very very slowly she eases my shorts that last inch and my cock pops out.

She sits for a second and looks at it, mutters "Oh yes".

The very tip of her tongue flicks across the gaping slit and my cock bobs in appreciation, she makes a lunge and captures it in her lips, a moan of pleasure as she pushes my shorts the rest of the way down then grabs the base of my cock with one hand and the back of my thigh with the other.

Lips tight she pushes her mouth down, the head disappears into her mouth; I can feel the wash of saliva and her tongue swirling around the tight swollen skin, the faintest touch of her small teeth around the back of my glans.

My shaft continues to slowly disappearing into her mouth, her lips still tight.

She stops; most of my cock buried in her mouth, the tip just touching the back of her throat.

She doesn't move for at least a couple of minutes, just savours the feel of it in her mouth, I stand and do exactly the same. Then she gradually pulls back until just the head is between her lips, then back all the way down, a slow rhythm as she moves up and down, saliva filled mouth sucking and swirling, fingers gripped around its base, warm left hand squeezing the back of my thigh.

Slows to a stop and rubs the tip along the ridges on the roof of her mouth, tongue pressed against the underside of my shaft. Sucking on the glans then back to that long slow up and down, the occasional catch of small teeth only adding to the building sensations, looking down at her head I know that if I let her keep this up I'm not going to last much longer; she's now speeding up, movements much shorter just working away at the head; she seems determined to make me cum: but I don't want that, not yet.

Just at the point where matters threaten to take their own course I cup her head in my hands, stop her ministrations and pull out of her mouth.

Sitting back she looked up at me, a slight questioning look on her face. Reaching further down under her armpits I pull her gently to her feet, even then the top of her hand only comes up to my chin and she continues to look up at me. Again I reach down, this time to cup under her buttocks, and lift her slight figure into my waist trapping my cock between my stomach and her knicker clad pussy, she wraps her legs around me and I step to the side of the chair up to the table.

Sitting her on the table I take hold of her calves and, unwrapping them from my waist, tip her backwards and put her ankles up to my shoulders. Still she keeps her eyes on mine.

After slipping her shoes off and dropping them to the floor I stroke my hands down her legs to take hold of her knickers, now exposed to full view, and pull them up her legs and off her feet before flicking them onto the table.

Breaking eye contact, and sliding my hands onto the backs of her thighs, I sink to my knees.

The short hairs around her pussy glisten with moisture, a slight gap at the top of her outer lips inviting me in, how can I resist...

My nose brushes against those short hairs, breathe in her warm musky scent. Tongue burrows into that gap, she gasps and flinches. Tongue twists into her, follows the furrow of her lips to open her up and push in, nibble on the sensitive skin around her pussy, lips find her clit, suck and play on it.

The muscles under my hands begin to tremble, her moaning gets louder, her breath catching in her throat. Concentrate on her clit, sucking it between my lips, teasing it with the tip of my tongue.

The trembling intensifies then, as her body suddenly stiffens, one of her hands grabs the back of my head and pulls me into her.

Face pressed against her pussy I keep sucking on her clit as she twitches, gradually slowing down as her body eventually starts to relax with just the occasional shudder passing through her.

The hand on my head slips off and, with a last kiss on her outer lips, I sit back.

My face covered in her juices I push myself up, shoulders slide up her legs until, her ankles again either side of my face, I'm on my feet.

Looking down at her, arms spread across the table eyes closed, I aim my cock at her wet, open lipped pussy. Rub the head up and down her slit, rub across her clit once then down to find her entrance and, in one long, slow, smooth push I bury myself in her.

She gasps; her head, shoulders and arms press back lifting her chest off the table. I push hard into her; hands gripping the fronts of her thighs, hips pressed up against her bum, tip of my cock against her cervix. Pull back, almost all of the way out then screw back in, a long firm push all the way into her depths, back out then all the way back in. A steady rhythm building until I start to feel a familiar tingling at the back of my neck and realise that her earlier ministrations have taken me too near the precipice of cumming. Slowing I change to short, screwing thrusts, grinding in and out, still too near to losing control but easier to hold myself together.

Reach round; search for her clit with my thumb, find it and start to lightly tap, she hisses, presses her head back onto the table and clenches her fists.

I can feel her tummy fluttering under the palm of my hand and I start to lengthen my stroke again, harder to keep in contact with her clit so I grip her thighs as my hips start to smack into her bum.

Push her legs back, change the angle looking for that place with my cock.

Closer and closer, squeezing my bum together, trying to hold it back as her pussy starts to tighten and flood around my blood engorged cock.

Her moaning gets louder, gasping breaths, then she tenses, cries out, legs grip my head. And, with relief and a long groan of my own, I let go and, with one last hard shuddering thrust up against her, cum in a burning rush.

She's squeezing herself together and holding her breath, the walls of her pussy gripping me inside her as she holds it all in, savouring her orgasm. My own orgasm, after several long gasping pulses, begins to subside.

My head drops and I try to regain a little composure as my breathing starts to return to normal, although my heart is still banging away.

I look down at Gillian's face; she's still lying there but has a big grin on her face.

With my own, slightly weaker, grin and a very croak voice 'Well I don't think you were very annoying at all'.

She laughed, and in a slightly shaky voice, 'Oh good, but you'd better let me up. Was it noisy?' A hint of concern now.

'Might have woken a couple of dead people' I quipped 'But seriously, I think we would have been interrupted if we had been heard, so...'

I step back letting her legs down.

She starts to push herself upright 'Yes, I guess you're right, phew, was worth it though, soooo needed that!'

Pulling my shorts and boxers up, laughed 'Well I am the handyman.'

Leaning against the table and smoothing her dress down, 'I'm certainly glad you were handy. Sorry, I know it seems to make it sound like a bit of a quicky, but I'd better go.'

'No need to be sorry, I understand and we don't want Carol to come looking for you. And if that counts as a quicky I'll take it any day.'

She steps up against me, takes my head in her hands, pulls my face to hers and kisses me hard on the mouth. Breaks the kiss, whispers 'thank you, I wish you could.'

Whisper back 'Absolutely my pleasure'.

'Oh absolutely not.' she turns, slips her shoes on, grabs her knickers from the table and, with a slightly stuttering step, leaves the room...