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An erotic daydream encounter!

Freakin home ownership! You know what I’m talking about. It’s always something. Yea, Yea, Yea; blah, blah, blah. Own some dirt they said. It will never decrease in value and you can pass it down to your kids. Build a house they said…buy a house they said…!

What they never said was the flippin dirt gets taxed every year. So does the dwelling or buildings on it. They never told me the friggin building will need to be maintained for christ’s sake nor did they let on that if you can’t do the work yourself your gonna have to pay some sad sack SOB to do it for you. Good luck finding a competent craftsman that takes pride in his work and one that isn’t out to pick your pocket.

Luckily, I’m quite skilled with tools because I’m also one cheap bastard and there’s not much else I dislike more than handing my hard earned dinero over to some smuck my neighbor recommended. I grew up on a small farm about 3 miles out of town. Back in the day a person had to be self sufficient or that person did not survive very long. I was field stripping my bike every other week at 10 years old just because I wanted to change the color. While other kids were playing jacks or whatever kids did at that age…I was up to my elbows in grease, either taking something apart or trying to put it back together and not have leave any parts on the barn floor.

Anyhoo…I digress. So the current saga I find myself embroiled in started with a conversation between Tracey, the wifey, and yours truly. We’ve owned and lived in our house for 30 years. Were getting up there in age, although both very healthy and in good condition, so like everybody else in our shoes…we started discussing the “final move” to Florida. Now keep in mind, I been working on old gal for over 5 years about taking that plunge and low and behold it was she who brought it up this time!

Needless to say, I sat bolt upright and for the first time in a long time I was listening very intently to what she was saying. Without boring you with all the fine details it came down to this. She was willing to begin a search for the “right” property in Florida as long as we were able to sell our current house at the top of the market.

Well shucks, I immediately saw where this was going. “Tracey honey” I pleaded….”buyers don’t give a rip one about the condition of any house, the market is tight…they all do their own renovations after they close on the property! This house has good bones…it will sell”

She was having none of it! The deal she laid out for me was to renovate this house, and then, if and only then, if we can find, “the right” house, we could make the move. “That’s all I’m gonna say about that!” she said with a high degree of finality.

So after replacing the central heat and air system, renovating the kitchen, installing new floors throughout the whole house, renovating the main bathroom, replacing the hot water heater as well as a new roof, we found ourselves having to replace the front door to the house. It was 30 years old and looked really bad. I had replaced the back door, a job I didn’t have any issues with but this front door deal was a whole different story. One I didnt want to mess with.

“The front door is the greeting that a person experiences when they are looking for a house!” Tracey said. “You’re good Jack, but I want a real nice door and I want it professionally installed” she continued emphatically. You long time married guys know its useless to even try and counter that attitude. “Happy wife; happy life”, and all that freakin jazz so they say.

So Tracey picked out her door and it was finally being installed today. The damn thing cost $6,000 freakin dollars! Unbelievable! The thing does nothing more than any other door has done for centuries…it opens, it closes, and it locks! Add that to the out of pocket renovation costs and we were $45K out of pocket. “This freaking door better be all the buyers talk about” I jabbed at Tracey. She just grinned, turned, and wiggled her ass at me, then slipped away with Salt and Pepper, our 2 chihuahuas right on her heels. “Man’s best friend huh?” I called out to the little ingrates.

So the installers were pretty competent and finished up in about 2.5 hours. I confess, I could have bought a door at the Home Depot for around $750 but it would have probably taken me two days to install it and trim it out. They finished the job and the guy handed me the invoice and 2 keys. He smiled and said “Have a nice weekend”, and poof they were gone. I must confess: the door does look nice and it operates very smoothly.

Hold on, hold on ya’ll, I’m getting to the good part…

So now this expensive door caused me to have a major key situation…the front door locks and the back door locks, as well as the interior garage door locks. are now different. Who wants to have to fish around for a specific key depending on which door you wan to use. I just want to get in the friggin house using one key that opens datça escort all doors! So, with that in mind, I set off to the local Home Depot, intent on purchasing new combination door hardware (it was due), handles and dead bolts for both the other doors and to get locks pinned out as well as keys cut so they all match. I grab the keys to the van and go to jump in the driver seat when I catch a glimpse of the neighbors daughter, Lizzie, out front in their driveway washing her car.

Lizzie is 19 years old and a college sophomore, home for the summer. I started the van and as I allowed it to warm up I watched this amazingly gorgeous young woman, blond, tanned, perfect body, and wearing her new for the summer, I’m guessing, white string bikini which left nothing to the imagination. She was getting more water and suds all over her than she was getting on the car and I was certainly enjoying the spectacle. The view was so “hot” I was melting and it wasn’t the current outside temperature doing the thermal hit job on my crotch, if you know what I mean!

Lizzie looked my way and smiled saying, “Hey Mr. Jack, how have you been”?

I was dumbstruck by how delicious this young woman looked and I just stared at her for a second or two. Such an absolute sweety. I finally responded saying “Hi Lizzie, are you home for the summer?” She nodded her head yes and playfully sprayed some water in my direction. I felt that incredible spreading vibration that every man feels when a smokin hot and sexy college coed smiles at him. It crept up from my groin and cruised through my spine, flowing through every extremity and cell of my being.

“Lord why is my mouth and throat so dry?” I thought as I waved and put the van in reverse, backing out of the driveway. Without thinking, I blew Lizzie a kiss, extracting a big smile from her. She made a grabbing act with her hand and then placed her hand over her heart. Then she blew a kiss backat me, having one of those big belly laughs as she probably thought it was so cute for this old guy to cut the silly fool with her. Again, with the melting! “Oh crap, hope I don’t have to explain to Tracey why I’m blowing kisses to the neighbors daughter, heehee” I chuckled to myself.

So the sweet angel next door caused a lightening bolt to travel up my spine and into my brain, just about making me lose consciousness. I hit the accelerator, heading up the street, trying to catch my breath. Did she just grab my air kiss and smash it into her firm sweet titty? Whatever she did it sure got my attention. All I could think was “OMG its going to be an interesting summer with Lizzie around.”

I arrived at the hardware store, parked the van, and headed inside. I picked out 2 door handle/dead bolt lock sets in the color and style that Tracey desired and then found “Sid”, the person in hardware that knew how to set locks and cut keys. Sid and I bantered back and forth about my project for a couple minutes and then and he set to work re-keying the locks. He opened the packages, took apart the locks and got busy setting all the little pins in all four. He also had to cut me four new keys so there would be enough for everyone that needed access to our house…me, Tracey, our next door neighbor Jim, and one for the house cleaner, plus a couple spares.

This was going to take some time and Sid was immersed in his work, thus ending our conversation, so I found myself kind of people watching. That type of thing doesn’t really interest me as I just don’t give a fuck about what the hell other people are doing. Now Tracey…she could people watch all day, but I don’t believe it’s germane just to her…I think most women are predisposed to being engrossed in that type of activity.

Anyway, I found myself drifting off into a daydreaming state. It was very weird because I was aware of everything around me but my mind just disconnected from reality…in fact so much that the next thing I noticed gave me the shock of my life…

I was staring down the long isle of nuts and bolts when out of nowhere Lizzie rounded the far end and was strutting down the aisle straight for me. What was so amazingly shocking was the way she was dressed.

Prepare yourself because this is the kind of stuff you only read about on those erotic stories on those websites or the type of thing you would see in a porn movie. This ravishing young beauty was strutting towards me clad only in her tiny white bikini bottom. The same one she was wearing earlier when I saw her washing her car. The only other thing she wore was a pair white “do me” sandles, about 4 inches high with the little thin strap around her ankle.

The way she moved, unlike those runway models with their over exagerated hip rolling, She moved with a smooth grace like she was floating above the floor. Her hips swayed seductively, the natural way a womans body does when not focused on attracting attention. Lizzie was just plain sexy without even trying. Her natural “B” sized tits hardly defne escort moved. There was no loose jiggling, they were that firm. “Perfect” would be the word to describe them and her “diamond” tipped nipples, high up on top of her tits were amazing. I was sure, those nipples could have cut through any material found in this store, just like how they were cutting through my soul.

I was mezmerized and I stood there, just like the other few customers that noticed her caprecious jaunt down aisle 6. She strode straight up to me and slid her hands through my beard and around my neck. She looked me in the eyes and kissed me on the lips. My mind was racing, trying to determine what the hell was going on…I mean, all the five normal investigative questions banged and bashed thru my brain. Who, what, when, where, and why is this happening and WHAT THE FUCK!

I then felt her deliciously soft but controlling tongue wiggle through my lips and slide seductively over and around my tongue. She twisted it, rolled it, and slathered against mine so erotically that I just about ejaculated in my pants right then and there. She sucked on my tongue hard then pealed her lips off mine. Her ice blue eyes bored through me and she said in her sweet sexy voice, real low so only I could hear, “Jack, I want you to fuck me right here, in this place, and in front of all these people. You know you want to. I saw it in your eyes this morning. Do me hard baby. Fuck this gorgeous tight 19 year old body with your big thick cock right here in public!” To hear those outrageously erotic words come out of this sweet girls mouth was just plain crazy sexy.

My body was vibrating like a tuning fork, not like when it is tapped on the edge of a table but one that had been assaulted by a 20 pound sledghammer, repeatedly. My balls were so hot I thought a thermal temperature gauge would redline if pointed at them. My cock was straining so much against my pants it hurt…I mean it really fucking hurt, no pun intended.

In a panic but unsure of what to do, I picked Lizzie up and set her on a pallet of new flooring, the kind that click and lock together. Why I mention that fact is lost on me, other than that all the packages were wrapped in plastic and I figured that might reduce the chance of splinters, as opposed to setting her the nearby stack of two by fours. I mean, I figured if we were going to go manic fuck crazy on each other, I didnt want to cause any undeserved damage.

Lizzie leaned back and supported herself with her arms at a 45 degree angle. My hands slid from under her sweet ass and ran down both her athletic toned legs. I placed her right leg on my shoulder and her left foot against my chest, taking my time undoing the sandal strap while softly caressing her gorgeous ankle. I set her sandal on the pallet and then did the same with her right.

I noticed Sid had stopped working on my locks and washalf turned to see what the commotion was about. Aditionally, some of the other shoppers as well as the employees were starting to gather and stare…”How rude I thought!” I mean its one thing to glance, but to outright stop and stare! The nerve of some people!

Not one to be impacted by what others think, I redirected my focus towards the erotic seathing woman directly in front of me. With her legs supported on my shoulders, my hands were free to explore her gorgeous legs. Slowly my hands roamed over her sleek calves and around her delicious thighs. OMG Lizzie’s sweet soft inner thighs melted in my mouth like butter. I kissed and licked them incessantly while breathing in the scent emminating from her pouty quim. My tongue followed my hands but moved so much slower as it was required to drag my lips over her sexy skin and of course I wanted to kiss every inch of her naked flesh. My eyes transversed from her blue orbs, over her firm heaving tits and down to her salaciously perfect pussy.

Her bald mound looked incredible…so beautifully formed and inviting, totally symetrical if I may say so. Her engorged pussy lips and protruding labia called to me like a siren on the rocks with warm southern waves crashing on the shore. As I kissed and licked my way northward towards her venus I noticed a drip of her sweet syrup escaping through the lower area of her labia crevice, sliding on its slippery path over her phat pussy lips and down her firm round ass. As it decided to leave its host and attempt to spend its established presence on the floor of aisle 6, I anticipated its trajectory. As this bold drop of honey released its grip and departed it’s solid perch, it was limited in its flight by the slippery string of it’s own making. Through fast reflexes and a stabbing movement my tongue interecepted this drop and all the sweet elastic rope it had played out.

My mind saw all of this happening in slow motion and the taste of this single drop of Lizzie’s product caused a burning jolt of fire to rip thorugh my balls and viciosly scortch my cock. My tongue quickly demetevler escort slathered its way over Lizzie’s ass cheek and around her inner thigh. I avoiding her now moist leaking pink flower and asaulted her throbbing clit. Her faint scent tickled my olfactories deliciously.

I stole a glance at Lizzie’s gorgeous face and I shivered at the lazers coming from her eyes. Her chest was heaving and she was moaning while saying the most erotic things, “Oh Daddy, Daddy, you’re gonna suck on my hot juisy pussy aren’t you Daddy Jack! Oh fuck yes give me that tongue baby! Lick your hot little slut’s pussy big Jacky!”

“Such a silly cutie” I thought and nodded at her slowly as my tongue cricled her clit. Each time I drug my raspy muscle over her hot button she moaned and shivered. Lizzie’s legs slowly raked over my shoulders, pumping slowly as she rocked her hips, begging for me to get on with it. OMG I loved watching her squirm and attempt to mash her dripping pussy against my face.

I lost a bit of focus when I noticed the crowd of people grow at both ends of the aisle and they seemed to be getting closer, of course to get a better look. Sid realized what was happening and gathered a few other employees to block off the aisles with those long saw-horse style barriers, which held back the crowds and gave Lizzie and I enough room to work unimpeded.

I could see people taking out there phones to record our devious display but Lizzie and I didnt care. In a lucid moment we both looked at each other, and then burst out laughing…”Fuck it!” we both said together. Then Lizzie grabbed my ears and growled at me…”Get on with it fuck boy!”

I gladly obeyed my sweet little princess and slathered my tongue over her pussy lips, up and down, over and over, rimming and teasing her ass hole with every pass. I felt Lizzie’s fingers run through my hair when I slipped the tip of my tongue between the flaps of her labia. That simple act opened the flood gates allowing her slippery moisture to escape. My tongue drilled between her petals and I sucked her nectar over my tongue and enjoyed that sensation of it slowly sliding down my throat. I felt that burning tingle that starts at the base of your skull and crawls into your spine whenever the glorious fullfillment of sexual desire washes over ones existance. The spiky vibration coursed through my body as my tongue slipped deep into her hot pink pulsing pussy. I tongue fucking Lizzie like a freshly charged power tool takes care of business.

Lizzie was now moaning like a two dollar whore. She drew her legs up high to her shoulders and slid her hands to the back of my head. She pulled my face hard against her gash and rocked her hips, wiping her hot dripping pussy all over my face. Her face was twisted and her eyes were completely white as she pumped her pussy on me like I was her human dildo, which I guess in the moment…I was!

Suddenly, Lizzie’s legs shot skyward fully extended and she wrapped them violently around my shoulders. She bucked her hips repeatedly while arching her back, experiencing the most vicious orgasm I had ever seen. She screamed and pulled my hair about out of my head. I did my best to continue tongueing her but she just took over and I was along for the ride. OMG what a ride it was. She unloaded a squirting stream of her hot liquid that hit me square in the face and shot over my head, soaking me and making a slippery mess all over the aisle.

My cock was throbbing so violently and my breathing was heavy. All of the sudden the cheering of the assembled crowd cut through the din of sexual pschosis. Lizzie had briefly passed out from her orgasmic overload but the noise caused her eyes to roll downward and return to focus. She looked at me and smiled so deviously while stroking my hair.

Over the loudspeaker I heard an announcement “Clean up on aisle 6”. Then an overzealous employee with a mop and bucket squeezed by one of the barriers and started to mop up Lizzie’s discharge. She was a cute little Latina girl, who smiled sweetly and said “Excuse me Senor Jack, please grab your huge cock and step aside for a second so I can mop us this area. Safety first is our motto!” I smiled slyly at this little cutie in her orange vest and sexy tight jeens, then grabbed my cock and stepped back while she tidied up the area. I was a bit forlorn as I watched that mop absorb all that sweet Lizzie juice that should be inside or at least all over me.

The store manager, not one to miss an opportunity, rigged up one of those spinner signs and put an employee out on the street to draw in more shoppers. He thought, “god damn there hasn’t been anything this exciting in years.” The sign read: “Cum inside! Live demonstration! Today only!” of course the spelling error was intentional. He had a wicked sense of humor.

That of course caused the crowd to swell. While Jack waited patiently for the mopping cutie to complete her task, he stroked his cock and surveyed the crowd. There were all kinds of women staring in his direction, smiling, drooling, and almost all waving for him to come over to them so they could either touch him or give him their number. Jack kept his distance, mostly because he had an unfinished task to perform for his little minx, Lizzie.

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