The Paint Job

As Pete walked past the telephone pole, a bright red flyer caught his eye with the words "Car Paint Job Needed - Please Call For Information" in bold letters. Although he was only 18 years old, Pete had painted plenty of cars with his father before. He also had been looking for a way to earn a little bit of money to pay for his increasingly expensive college textbooks. It seemed to be the perfect opportunity.

Pete had noticed that a few of the telephone paper slips had already been taken, however, he still ripped one off. It seemed like an easy enough job for him, and he had all the necessary tools in his dad's garage. Besides, he was looking for another thing to keep him busy, especially after all his friends had moved out of town for college, and wouldn't be back until the summer. He shoved the paper slip deep into the pocket of his jeans and continued down Main Street.

Pete was in his freshman year of college and doing well. He was in shape and exercised at least 4 times per week. While he didn't continue wrestling into college, he made it a goal to always keep the physique that he gained from long nights in the weight room. He was relatively tall at 6'1" however he never really felt "tall" despite the comments from his great-aunts at family holiday parties. His brown hair was trimmed up nicely, and he liked to keep his face well-shaven.

As Pete got home from class, he threw his wallet and keys on the counter and headed up to his bedroom. He enjoyed this time home alone, while his father worked long shifts through the day. He hopped onto his bed and turned on the TV with the remote control. Remembering the piece of paper in his pocket, he slipped his hand in and grabbed it. The paper was crumpled, but he still managed to make out the letters that had slightly faded from the sun. He took his cell phone from his other pocket and dialed.

After four rings, a woman with a sultry voice answered the phone.

"Hello?" the voice said from behind the phone.

"Hi, my name is Pete, and I saw your ad about the car," Pete responded with anticipation. He couldn't help but imagine what she looked like, and her voice alone gave him a nervous pit in his stomach. He very much wanted the opportunity to see her in person.

"Ah, yes. I've had a few calls so far, but I just can't imagine spending that kind of money. I may as well take it to a shop." She laughed

"Well, whatever they quoted, I'll do it for half!" Pete exclaimed, not wanting to miss out on this job for a couple of reasons now.

"Are you sure you're old enough?" She asked, "You sound rather young?"

"18, but I know what I'm doing!" His excitement made his voice crack.

"I'm sure you do" the sensual-sounding woman responded, "I'm sure you do. Kelly, by the way. Kelly Wilson. Nice to meet you."

Kelly gave Pete her address and asked if he could stop by on Sunday to start the job on the car. Pete's excitement was palpable as he hung up the phone and headed out to his truck to start loading his tools. He was feeling rather lucky, stumbling upon a great opportunity for some extra cash, and the added bonus of meeting the alluring woman on the phone. He couldn't help but daydream about what Sunday would bring. His eagerness continued to grow.

Pete arrived at Kelly's house on Sunday, feeling a mixture of excitement and intense nerves. When she opened the door, Pete was struck by what he saw. While he knew she sounded attractive, seeing her in person made his heart skip a beat. She was tall, blonde, and had an air of sophistication about her. She had to be in her late 40's or early 50's. She had piercing blue eyes and carried herself with grace. Her physique suggested a dedication to fitness and a healthy lifestyle. Her breasts pushed through her blue blouse, revealing cleavage that made Pete have to force his eyes upward.

"So you must be Pete then," she said while smiling at him "let me take you into the garage."

As she opened the garage from the pin-pad, the garage slowly lifted to reveal a gorgeous 1969 Corvette. There had been some significant sun damage, but it was nothing that Pete wouldn't be able to handle. With two beauties there in the garage, he wasn't sure where to put his focus.

"So, what do you say Pete? Think you'll be able to take care of it today?" Kelly asked as she crossed her arms and gave him a wink.

"Well I'll certainly try my best, but I think it's gonna take a few weeks!" he replied back.

"Then I'll let you get to it. Come get me inside if you need anything, okay?" Kelly started to turn away towards the door that lead inside her house.

Pete found it hard to think about the car as he watched her walk away. His eyes were fixated on her beautiful figure and the swaying of her hips. He admired her graceful movements. His eyes traced her beautiful round ass that pushed through the denim of her mom-jeans. She smiled as she walked away, knowing that Pete's eyes were not on the Corvette.

As the door closed, Pete turned to the car. It was time to get to work, and he certainly had a project ahead of him. He started to buckle down on the task at hand, sanding down the car. It was hard work, but Pete didn't mind it. It reminded him of the long days in his father's body shop, listening to Led Zeppelin and Van Halen. As he continued with the job, the power suddenly went out to the sander. He tried clicking it back on and off with no luck. Pete walked around the garage, trying multiple outlets however none seemed to do the trick.

He knocked on the door into the house, hoping to get access to the electrical panel assuming he had flipped the breaker. A minute passed, and Kelly still didn't answer. He knocked again and nothing. He took a deep breath, and turned the cold brass handle. He took a step inside.

"Kelly.. Erm..Mrs. Wilson?" Pete called out. Still nothing.

He walked into the house further, calling down the hallways on the first floor. As he approached the staircase in the entrance, he could hear the sound of water trickling down, as if the shower was running.

Pete's mind started to race as his hormones led his thinking. He felt his cock start to swell up as he imagined Kelly standing naked. Her curvy body, blue eyes, and large tits. It was becoming too much, as he tried to divert his brain to the task at hand. He called up the stairs again.

"Mrs. Wilson!" he yelled louder. Pete waited a few seconds.

"Up here!" He heard a faint voice call back behind the sound of the water.

Pete assumed this was an invitation to head up the stairs. He took the first step and his thoughts immediately returned to the thought of her naked figure. He took a few more steps, adjusting his cock that began to bulge from his jeans and tucking it up in his waistband.

He headed down the hallway of the second floor. The bathroom door was open and steam was pouring out. He cautiously peered in, still unsure if he should even be up there. He saw her standing there as his eyes adjusted to the steam and bright bathroom lights. His pupils widened as he saw Mrs. Wilson standing there in a white bathrobe. The sash was tied tight around her waist, revealing her figure, while also allowing him to gaze at the cleavage between her beautiful breasts. He then remembered what he was doing and immediately covered his eyes.

"I'm...I'm so sorry!" Pete exclaimed, hands over his eyes.

"Sorry for what?" she responded in a sultry tone. "I was wondering how long it would take you."

Shocked by this answer, he began to peer through his fingers. Mrs. Wilson started to untie the sash across her waist. The bathrobe opened revealing red satin panties. The edges of the robe still covered her nipples, however, her breasts hung down and he could view their voluptuous nature clearly now. His waistband was no match for his increasingly erect cock.

Mrs. Wilson then pulled the bathrobe down over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Pete's chest was thumping and sweat began to bead on his forehead. As she leaned against the sink, she put her hand up, and with her finger motioned him towards her.

In a trance, Pete walked towards her, as if unable to control his body. As he got closer, he sped up. She lifted her hands to caress his face, and they engaged in a deep, passionate kiss. She bit his bottom lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough to let Pete know who was the boss of this encounter. Their tongues intertwined. He could taste the spearmint mouthwash that sat beside them.

Pete's arms wrapped around Kelly. Her skin was soft, yet the slight imperfections let him know that he was embracing a real woman. As they kissed, his hands rested on her waist, he was afraid to move them, worried he would do something wrong. She reached back with both hands, grabbed his hands, and slid them to her ass. She let him grip her ass, and then she brought them in front of her.

She stepped back, lowered her head, and looked up into his eyes. With a provocative look to him, she brought his hands up to her breasts. Her nipples were erect and poked outwards. She pushed his hands deeper into her D-cups. They were too much for his hands to hold. He didn't know what to do with tits this size. His hands gripped and loosened continuously as she smirked at him, noting his incompetence.

"Do you want to suck on my tits, baby?" she asked, still giving him an alluring look.

Pete nodded up and down, he was still in too much shock to speak.

Kelly grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into her right tit. Pete opened his mouth as her nipple and areola were surrounded by his lips. Her nipple was hard and erect, and Pete played with it with his tongue. He began to suck hard as her tit pulled in and out of his mouth. Kelly rolled her eyes back and let out a soft moan.

Kelly reached her hand down to Pete's pants. Her palm rubbed against his shaft as it stuck straight up into his waistband. She began to rub up and down. Pete had never had a woman this age give him the time of day, let alone rub on his cock. While he continued to suck and lick her nipple, he started to feel a swell inside of him. Kelly began to increase in speed with her rubbing, now gripping his cock in his jeans. He was about to cum into his pants before he took a step back to prevent the explosion.

Kelly, still leaning against the counter, loved how she was making this college student feel. She knew he was close to cum, and she was sure as hell going to make it happen. But not before she got hers.

With Pete wincing, thoughts racing, trying to prevent himself from ruining his underwear, Kelly took this as an opportunity to completely get naked and show off the rest of her goods. She turned around with her ass now to Pete and bent over on the counter. With her thumbs on both sides in her waistband, she slowly started to lower her panties. Pete was staring and he started to unzip his pants.

As the panties began to slide down over her fat ass, Pete's eyes trailed down the crease in her ass and finally, he was able to get a glimpse of her shaven pussy lips. The panties fell to the floor. Kelly grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart, revealing a tight pink asshole. As she did this, her pussy lips came apart, showing off a wet den that was yearning for Pete's cock.

Pete started rubbing his cock, still covered by his loose boxers. It certainly felt better now than being stuck in his jeans. He started to rub his shaft when Kelly turned her head around towards him.

"Get on your knees," she demanded, "you're going to lick this pussy."

Pete immediately did as he was told. He let go of his cock, dropped to his knees, and crawled over to Kelly who was still spreading her ass. As he got closer, he could smell the pleasantness that radiated toward him. He was desperately wanting to shove his tongue deep inside her. As he tried to shove his face into her pussy, Kelly pushed against his head.

"Not until I say so!" she scolded him with a smirk. "You're going to start here first." She spread her ass again and simultaneously motioned to her asshole with her other hand.

Pete brought his hands up to her hips, grabbing both sides. He had never licked a woman's asshole, but it didn't seem he had much of a choice today. With Kelly spreading her ass cheeks again with both hands now, Pete's tongue began to rim around her ass, licking the sensitive folds. Her asshole puckered in and out. His tongue continued around it, occasionally completely licking the tight center.

"Just like that baby!" she exclaimed. Kelly then began moving her hips all around as Pete's tongue continued its adventure. "Now lower."

Doing again as he was told, his tongue followed down until it reached her soft and perfectly shaven slit. His tongue penetrated her pink pussy, licking up the tasty moisture.

"Deeper!" she yelled out, now pushing the back of his head into her pussy. Pete's nose was in her ass, and his tongue was fully extended from his mouth into her vagina. He bobbed his head as she pushed him back and forth. Pete's face was covered in her juices.

Kelly turned around, pushing Pete down onto the bathroom floor. He was at her mercy now. With her pussy dripping and his cock throbbing, Kelly straddled Pete facing his work-boot-covered feet. He looked straight up from under her with her pussy and ass right above him. Kelly then squatted on his face, and rubbed her sex all over him, further drenching him in moisture. He stuck his tongue out again, licking up all he could.

Kelly then got on her knees, now straddling his face. She leaned forward and began to push his boxers down his legs. As she did this, he had an amazing view of her pussy staring right back at him. Kelly pulled out Pete's cock and gripped it with her right hand. She began to pump her hand up and down, watching the precum build up on the tip of his dick. She was about to lick it off, but then turned her head around to see Pete just staring at her ass and pussy.

"Are you just going to stare or do you want to do something about it?" she scolded him.

Pete started to pleasure her with his tongue once again, enjoying the salty and metallic taste. Kelly then took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She kept pushing it down her throat until she gagged, covering his cock with lubricating spit. As she jerked his cock, she rested his tip in her mouth and worked around it with her tongue. Her long strokes went down to his balls as she massaged them in her hand, her pinky finger tickling his asshole. It was taking everything in him to not cum, and Kelly knew it.

"Don't you cum!" she teased him. Pete had to take breaks from licking her pussy to compose himself and prevent the eruption in her mouth.

Kelly then scooted herself up his chest, leaving a track of pure wetness on his shirt. She lifted herself up, grabbed his cock, she let it slide inside of her.

"Oh yes baby!" she shouted as it slipped deeper inside of her, already lubed up well from her spit.

Kelly started to move up and down on his dick. His cock was rather girthy, and filled the entirety of her pink hole. Pete grabbed her ass with both hands as she began to ride him more aggressively. She leaned forward and grabbed his thighs as she threw her ass up and down. Pete loved seeing the white creaminess form on his cock as it slid in and out of her mature pussy.

"I'm gonna cum!" Kelly screamed out. The intensity of her ride continued until she slowed down to the rhythm of her orgasm. Her body jerked on his cock as a wave of pleasure overtook her. Pete could feel the contractions of her pussy, tightly squeezing on his dick.

After a few seconds of recovery, Kelly dismounted Pete's cock, still hard and just waiting to explode.

"Now what should we do with this?" she asked, smirking at him and looking at his cock. "Stand up for me."

For the final time, Pete did what he was told. His cock was throbbing, soaking wet from her pussy. Still on her knees, Kelly grabbed his shaft and began jerking it quickly. It didn't take much for Pete to start to feel the explosion coming. His body began to tingle, and deep in his loins he could feel the pressure build up.

Long ropes of cum began to pour out from his dick, covering Kelly's chest and tits. As he came, she grabbed his balls and massaged them as if to push out every last bit. The cum kept trickling out until he was drained completely. His cock bobbed up and down with the final pulses of orgasm. With her chest covered in warm white liquid, Kelly took both hands and massaged the sticky cum into her breasts.

Kelly stood up, threw her bathrobe back on, and opened the shower curtain. Pete had still not been able to mutter a word, and was still unsure if what had just happened was real life or some type of fever dream. He pulled up his boxers over his softening cock, and then zipped up his pants. He looked at Kelly as if expecting her to say something.

"Don't you have a paint job you should be working on?" she smiled at him and waved him off.

Pete began to head out of the room and down the stairs, knowing in his mind that he was going to make this paint job last as long as it could.