My life with Steph
- 2 years ago
- 23
- 0
Sexy Steph The Blonde Milf free porn video
I worked with Steph in a local store a few years back. She was just in her 40’s, a few years younger than me. She was a petite blonde. Short hair. Always nicely presented. Polite. Friendly. Just an all-round lovely person. We never had a special friendship, but she was always pleasant to me, as she was to everybody. I left the company after a few years, but we kept in touch via social media. Nothing special. Just the odd like here, a humorous comment there. Judging by her social media, she liked to party. There was always a girl’s holiday going on, or a cocktail night somewhere. But there was never a suggestion of anything wild or raunchy happening. No pictures of her lying naked on a bench after a couple too many (unfortunately, although I admit to looking!!).
She left the company too after a few more years and got a job more locally.
I bumped into her at her new workplace. We chatted about stuff, as you do. She was still lovely. Short, blonde bob haircut, minimal make-up, understated glasses etc. She told me about her new house, and the work she was planning on in the garden. Seeing as I worked in a garden centre, she asked a few questions regarding her plans. The lawn needed laying soon. Apparently, she had ‘the girls’ round to prepare the area, digging and levelling the ground. My mind wandered, and I imagined that they all had lots to drink, got dirty and sweaty, and shared a soapy bath together!
“So, what do you think?2 she was asking.
“What about?”
“Would you be able to help lay the lawn on Friday? Its coming in the morning”
“Yes sure. Of course.”
“Great” said Steph. I’ll message you the address later.
So Friday came. I arrived just after the turf had been delivered. The delivery guys had out it in the back yard, so that meant that I wouldn’t have to lump it through myself. It was possibly the hottest day of the year so far, so just as well. (By the way, in the UK, the hottest day would translate into ‘it wasn’t raining’!)
Steph met me at the door, holding a beer for me. She was wearing tight shorts, and a white vest. I could see the outline of a bra underneath and imagined her perfectly formed breasts inside. I’m just guessing here, by the way. But they always gave the impression of being nice and pert. Who knows?
The ground where the turf was to be laid was pretty good and level. The girls had done a good job. There was a couple of small patches to sort out, but it didn’t take long. The new lawn was fairly small, and the turf went down quickly, and we were finished by lunch time.
Steph brought me another cold beer. Very welcome in the heat. I was sweating. My shirt was wet under the pits. Never a good look, unless you’re a total hunk, which I’m not!
“Why don’t you have a shower, and I’ll find a clean shirt for you? My ex’ left a few here.”
Perfect. It was just like a third-rate porno. Workman gets dirty helping a fit milf, she finds a reason for him to get naked, and the rest is a clip on Xhamster! Must be my lucky day?!
Steph shows me to the shower room; leaves me a clean towel and says she’ll bring me a shirt. Yeah right! Just an excuse for her to walk in on my when I’m naked in the shower. Then she’ll strip off too, join me in the shower, lather each other up and eventually fall into bed and fuck!! No no Danny boy. You’re just fantasising again. She’s never shown any sexual interest in me. This is exactly what it seems to be. I’m sweaty and dirty, and she’s nice enough to let me shower before I go.
So, Steph goes off to find a shirt for me, and I undress an get into the shower. All these thoughts of Steph getting dirty with me has given me a bit of hard cock, but it was beginning to subside as I started to wash. That was until I decided to soap it up, then it gets stiff all over again. Oh well, maybe Steph won’t be getting the benefit of my decidedly average penis, but it seems a shame to waste it entirely! It felt nice running my soapy hand along its length. The warm water from the shower splashing on the sensitive tip felt very good too. But I had to stop. Somehow it didn’t seem right jerking off (alone) in somebody else’s shower.
So I finished washing, making sure that all of the suds were off my cock, which was still a little on the firm side. Through the shower screen, the room seemed empty. Steph was probably downstairs. It didn’t feel right boldly emerging naked from the shower in front of her, with my erection still at large, if she wasn’t interested.
I stepped out of the cubicle and reached out for the white towel that Steph had left n the side for me.
“What the fuck is that?” It was Steph’s voice, and she didn’t sound pleased. She was standing in the doorway just out of view of the shower cubicle. How long had she been there?
I turned to her, but she wasn’t the same Steph that left me a few minutes ago. This Steph was wearing a skimpy leather basque. It was hardly large enough to hold her petite breasts as I could see part of her nipples peering over the top. She wore black stockings, black lace panties and black heels. She had more make up that before. Her lips had dark red lipstick on. She looked fucking hot. My cock just got full hardness back again!
She was referring to my erection when she asked, ‘what was that?’. She was staring at it, almost with a looked of distaste and disappointment. Her pretty happy face was replaced by her stern and ‘fucking horny’ face.
“Erm……..” I tried to reply. I wasn’t sure if she was joking around or being serious? Best to play along I think.
“Why the fuck have you got a hard on?”
I shrugged, and no reply came out.
“Were you wanking in my new shower? Fucking men are disgusting. The last thing that I want to do is to have clean your fucking off my new tiles.”
Another shrug! All this swearing was really getting me going. I never even knew that she knew swearing word. She was far too nice.
“Well come on then, why have you got a hard on in my shower?”
“I….I…..was thinking about you Steph.”
“Oh fuck off. You fucking perv. So you thought about me, naked I bet, and decided to wank in my shower, did you? Well I’ll tell you what, Id hate you to be preoccupied with a stiff cock for the rest of the day. So lets get it over with”
“Ermm……?”
Go on, let me see you wank yourself. But you can clean the fucking mess off the floor when you’ve done. Don’t expect me to help!”
Steph moves over to the worktop besides the sink and pulls herself up to sit on it. She puts her right foot on the top as well and leans on her knee. Something must has shifted during the manoeuvre and her left nipple is now fully exposed. Its small but really looks like it’ll be good for some tongue action. Looks quite hard too. I can see the fabric of her lace pants where it covers her pussy. It’s see through enough to be able to make out the fact that she has a small landing strip shaved area, and really neat pussy lips. It’s a really good-looking pussy.
With my new view, the dirty talk for a normally quiet lady, and the fact that she wants to watch my wank, has all made me fucking horny. Wanking in front of a relative stranger is a bit of a turn on.
So I take a deep breath, take hold of my erection in my right hand, and begin to slowly wank, making sure that I stare her in the eye all the time. That is apart from the times I’m staring at her left nipple and the outline of her cunt. I’m not sure about you, but a fast wank always looks a bit pervy and desperate? And what do you do with your other hand? The one you’re not wanking with? Putting it on your hip seems a little, well, almost overconfident. And I’m unfortunately not well endowed enough to be able to use both hands to wank. Unless I adopt a golf grip? But this isn’t time to experiment with new techniques. I have a job in hand. Quite literally!!
I continue to slowly wank myself. Steph still looks stern, and still fucking horny! She’s starting to sigh and huff.
“I haven’t all fucking day! How long does it take for gods sake? Can’t you go faster?”
I shake my head, mentally referring back to my ‘looking pervy and desperate’ statement.
She jumps of the counter, and kneels in front of me, still looking a bit pissed off.
“If you need a job doing well Steph…” she begins to, but doesn’t finish the sentence.
She lightly slaps my had that holding my cock, so that I release it grasp. In its place, she wraps her index finger and thumb around the base of the shaft. She has a tight grip. I can feel the tip getting bigger and tighter as it engorges with blood. She parts her lips and slides them over the shiny tip of my throbbing cock. And she keeps going. Taking more of my cock in her mouth. I can feel it touch the back of her throat. She pulls it out a little and begins to wank me with her finger and thumb grip. Fucking hell, this is going to be over real quick. I can feel my breathing getting a little erratic. My body give the occasional twitch, and my buttock clench. I haven’t got a perfect view past her mouth with my cock in it, but it looks like she has her other hand in her pants and is having a play. Tis turns me on just a little more if that was at all possible? She pulls a little more of my cock out of her mouth until she just has the tip in between her red lips. She uses her entire hand to get a grip on my saliva and lipstick coated shaft, and stated to wank faster and harder. Her tongue, I can feel, is licking around my cocks eye. All of these sights, thoughts and feeling are too much. I feel a first powerful gush of cum leave my cock, and coat her tongue. Her lips hold my cock a little firmer so as not to let any spunk dribble from her mouth. Another spurt on come fills covers her tongue, and then another. I can feel her swallowing. She takes my cock back into her mouth and licks it with her tongue, making sure she gets all of the cum off.
Steph leans back a little, letting my cock go free from her mouth. Her eyes have been watering, probably from when my cock was fully in her mouth. Her lipstick is not as pristine as it was before, and I notice that just one solitary drop of spunk evaded her tongue and had dropped, with perfect accuracy, onto her exposed left nipple!
Steph stands up. Hands on hips. “Just get cleaned up, for fuck sake!”
With that she leaves.
So I clean up under the tap, dry the bits that are not yet air dried, and get dressed. Steph had left a clean shirt on the toilet seat, so I put it on and make my way downstairs.
Steph was in the kitchen. She’d managed to change back into her shorts and vest top, clean her lipstick off and compose herself as if nothing happened. My heart was still beating faster than usual! How did she do that?
“I thought you might like another beer before you go. Thanks for all of your hard work today. Its going to look amazing. Can you do some more soon for me?”
“Of course.”
We spoke for about 15 minutes before I had to leave. There was no mention of what just happened. No innuendo of knowing glances. Weird or what? But fucking horny as hell. Well, if that’s how she likes to play, then so be it.
Steph walks me to the door as I leave.
“Thanks again for everything.”
“My pleasure”
As I start to walk away, she touches my arm to stop my, and whispers into my ear “Next time I’ll let you fuck me!”
I’ll forward to that!
She left the company too after a few more years and got a job more locally.
I bumped into her at her new workplace. We chatted about stuff, as you do. She was still lovely. Short, blonde bob haircut, minimal make-up, understated glasses etc. She told me about her new house, and the work she was planning on in the garden. Seeing as I worked in a garden centre, she asked a few questions regarding her plans. The lawn needed laying soon. Apparently, she had ‘the girls’ round to prepare the area, digging and levelling the ground. My mind wandered, and I imagined that they all had lots to drink, got dirty and sweaty, and shared a soapy bath together!
“So, what do you think?2 she was asking.
“What about?”
“Would you be able to help lay the lawn on Friday? Its coming in the morning”
“Yes sure. Of course.”
“Great” said Steph. I’ll message you the address later.
So Friday came. I arrived just after the turf had been delivered. The delivery guys had out it in the back yard, so that meant that I wouldn’t have to lump it through myself. It was possibly the hottest day of the year so far, so just as well. (By the way, in the UK, the hottest day would translate into ‘it wasn’t raining’!)
Steph met me at the door, holding a beer for me. She was wearing tight shorts, and a white vest. I could see the outline of a bra underneath and imagined her perfectly formed breasts inside. I’m just guessing here, by the way. But they always gave the impression of being nice and pert. Who knows?
The ground where the turf was to be laid was pretty good and level. The girls had done a good job. There was a couple of small patches to sort out, but it didn’t take long. The new lawn was fairly small, and the turf went down quickly, and we were finished by lunch time.
Steph brought me another cold beer. Very welcome in the heat. I was sweating. My shirt was wet under the pits. Never a good look, unless you’re a total hunk, which I’m not!
“Why don’t you have a shower, and I’ll find a clean shirt for you? My ex’ left a few here.”
Perfect. It was just like a third-rate porno. Workman gets dirty helping a fit milf, she finds a reason for him to get naked, and the rest is a clip on Xhamster! Must be my lucky day?!
Steph shows me to the shower room; leaves me a clean towel and says she’ll bring me a shirt. Yeah right! Just an excuse for her to walk in on my when I’m naked in the shower. Then she’ll strip off too, join me in the shower, lather each other up and eventually fall into bed and fuck!! No no Danny boy. You’re just fantasising again. She’s never shown any sexual interest in me. This is exactly what it seems to be. I’m sweaty and dirty, and she’s nice enough to let me shower before I go.
So, Steph goes off to find a shirt for me, and I undress an get into the shower. All these thoughts of Steph getting dirty with me has given me a bit of hard cock, but it was beginning to subside as I started to wash. That was until I decided to soap it up, then it gets stiff all over again. Oh well, maybe Steph won’t be getting the benefit of my decidedly average penis, but it seems a shame to waste it entirely! It felt nice running my soapy hand along its length. The warm water from the shower splashing on the sensitive tip felt very good too. But I had to stop. Somehow it didn’t seem right jerking off (alone) in somebody else’s shower.
So I finished washing, making sure that all of the suds were off my cock, which was still a little on the firm side. Through the shower screen, the room seemed empty. Steph was probably downstairs. It didn’t feel right boldly emerging naked from the shower in front of her, with my erection still at large, if she wasn’t interested.
I stepped out of the cubicle and reached out for the white towel that Steph had left n the side for me.
“What the fuck is that?” It was Steph’s voice, and she didn’t sound pleased. She was standing in the doorway just out of view of the shower cubicle. How long had she been there?
I turned to her, but she wasn’t the same Steph that left me a few minutes ago. This Steph was wearing a skimpy leather basque. It was hardly large enough to hold her petite breasts as I could see part of her nipples peering over the top. She wore black stockings, black lace panties and black heels. She had more make up that before. Her lips had dark red lipstick on. She looked fucking hot. My cock just got full hardness back again!
She was referring to my erection when she asked, ‘what was that?’. She was staring at it, almost with a looked of distaste and disappointment. Her pretty happy face was replaced by her stern and ‘fucking horny’ face.
“Erm……..” I tried to reply. I wasn’t sure if she was joking around or being serious? Best to play along I think.
“Why the fuck have you got a hard on?”
I shrugged, and no reply came out.
“Were you wanking in my new shower? Fucking men are disgusting. The last thing that I want to do is to have clean your fucking off my new tiles.”
Another shrug! All this swearing was really getting me going. I never even knew that she knew swearing word. She was far too nice.
“Well come on then, why have you got a hard on in my shower?”
“I….I…..was thinking about you Steph.”
“Oh fuck off. You fucking perv. So you thought about me, naked I bet, and decided to wank in my shower, did you? Well I’ll tell you what, Id hate you to be preoccupied with a stiff cock for the rest of the day. So lets get it over with”
“Ermm……?”
Go on, let me see you wank yourself. But you can clean the fucking mess off the floor when you’ve done. Don’t expect me to help!”
Steph moves over to the worktop besides the sink and pulls herself up to sit on it. She puts her right foot on the top as well and leans on her knee. Something must has shifted during the manoeuvre and her left nipple is now fully exposed. Its small but really looks like it’ll be good for some tongue action. Looks quite hard too. I can see the fabric of her lace pants where it covers her pussy. It’s see through enough to be able to make out the fact that she has a small landing strip shaved area, and really neat pussy lips. It’s a really good-looking pussy.
With my new view, the dirty talk for a normally quiet lady, and the fact that she wants to watch my wank, has all made me fucking horny. Wanking in front of a relative stranger is a bit of a turn on.
So I take a deep breath, take hold of my erection in my right hand, and begin to slowly wank, making sure that I stare her in the eye all the time. That is apart from the times I’m staring at her left nipple and the outline of her cunt. I’m not sure about you, but a fast wank always looks a bit pervy and desperate? And what do you do with your other hand? The one you’re not wanking with? Putting it on your hip seems a little, well, almost overconfident. And I’m unfortunately not well endowed enough to be able to use both hands to wank. Unless I adopt a golf grip? But this isn’t time to experiment with new techniques. I have a job in hand. Quite literally!!
I continue to slowly wank myself. Steph still looks stern, and still fucking horny! She’s starting to sigh and huff.
“I haven’t all fucking day! How long does it take for gods sake? Can’t you go faster?”
I shake my head, mentally referring back to my ‘looking pervy and desperate’ statement.
She jumps of the counter, and kneels in front of me, still looking a bit pissed off.
“If you need a job doing well Steph…” she begins to, but doesn’t finish the sentence.
She lightly slaps my had that holding my cock, so that I release it grasp. In its place, she wraps her index finger and thumb around the base of the shaft. She has a tight grip. I can feel the tip getting bigger and tighter as it engorges with blood. She parts her lips and slides them over the shiny tip of my throbbing cock. And she keeps going. Taking more of my cock in her mouth. I can feel it touch the back of her throat. She pulls it out a little and begins to wank me with her finger and thumb grip. Fucking hell, this is going to be over real quick. I can feel my breathing getting a little erratic. My body give the occasional twitch, and my buttock clench. I haven’t got a perfect view past her mouth with my cock in it, but it looks like she has her other hand in her pants and is having a play. Tis turns me on just a little more if that was at all possible? She pulls a little more of my cock out of her mouth until she just has the tip in between her red lips. She uses her entire hand to get a grip on my saliva and lipstick coated shaft, and stated to wank faster and harder. Her tongue, I can feel, is licking around my cocks eye. All of these sights, thoughts and feeling are too much. I feel a first powerful gush of cum leave my cock, and coat her tongue. Her lips hold my cock a little firmer so as not to let any spunk dribble from her mouth. Another spurt on come fills covers her tongue, and then another. I can feel her swallowing. She takes my cock back into her mouth and licks it with her tongue, making sure she gets all of the cum off.
Steph leans back a little, letting my cock go free from her mouth. Her eyes have been watering, probably from when my cock was fully in her mouth. Her lipstick is not as pristine as it was before, and I notice that just one solitary drop of spunk evaded her tongue and had dropped, with perfect accuracy, onto her exposed left nipple!
Steph stands up. Hands on hips. “Just get cleaned up, for fuck sake!”
With that she leaves.
So I clean up under the tap, dry the bits that are not yet air dried, and get dressed. Steph had left a clean shirt on the toilet seat, so I put it on and make my way downstairs.
Steph was in the kitchen. She’d managed to change back into her shorts and vest top, clean her lipstick off and compose herself as if nothing happened. My heart was still beating faster than usual! How did she do that?
“I thought you might like another beer before you go. Thanks for all of your hard work today. Its going to look amazing. Can you do some more soon for me?”
“Of course.”
We spoke for about 15 minutes before I had to leave. There was no mention of what just happened. No innuendo of knowing glances. Weird or what? But fucking horny as hell. Well, if that’s how she likes to play, then so be it.
Steph walks me to the door as I leave.
“Thanks again for everything.”
“My pleasure”
As I start to walk away, she touches my arm to stop my, and whispers into my ear “Next time I’ll let you fuck me!”
I’ll forward to that!
Louise
- 19.05.2020
- 24
- 0
Future Steph
- 3 years ago
- 28
- 0
The making of Rosie Chapter 3 ldquo Rosie Steph and Ge
- 3 years ago
- 141
- 0
