I was expecting it be just another long workday. I do manual labor for a small moving company, helping people to empty their old residences, or fill their new ones, with their belongings. It's more or less mindless work. The furniture, cardboard boxes, and eventually even the customers all kind of blur together. On this day, I was already in my what I call "zombie mode" before I even made it to the door of the house. My mind was focused on much more exciting things than loading up furniture—mostly the women in my life--and the swelling in my shorts was evidence of that.
Fortunately my bulge hadn't grown to obvious proportions, for when I rang the doorbell, a very attractive woman of about thirty answered, and she looked me up and down right away. After a brief introduction, in which I learned her name was Lana, she showed me around the small, two-bedroom home. I was impressed that she had actually packed up virtually everything. Most customers are still working on that until the last seconds, but Lana's cupboards were empty, her bed was broken down, and even her fridge had been cleaned out.
"I guess I'll let you get started," she said, almost bashfully.
She opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped at the sound of a car door slamming outside.
"Oh, that's my other help," she laughed. "My husband and sister and I are going to clean up this place as best we can. We rent, and we don't want to lose any more of our security deposit than we have to. I hope we won't be in your way."
"No, that won't be a problem."
"Okay, good. Well, if you need anything, I won't be too far."
Her statement alone was innocent enough, but her big, mischievous smile and intentional wink added layers to her words that gave me plenty to chew on as I got started.
Lana was the kind of woman any guy would love to see wink at them. She had a very pleasant charm about her, with cute dimples and a contagious smile. She very much resembled Kate Hudson from the neck up, while below she had large C-cup chest, which I suspected as fake, since the rest of her was so tiny. Her hair was a sandy blonde and it hung straight down to her lower back, just above where her little ass fit snugly in a pair of ratty old jean shorts.
Only once in my years with this job had I ever gotten lucky with a fellow client, and that was with a girl about my age, 18, who didn't have anyone else to ease her tensions. But sweet ol' Lana had a husband, and he was here, so she seemed off limits even if she did, by some miracle, actually want me. As tempting a creature as she was, I had no trouble keeping my mind on work.
Over the next couple hours, I briefly met her husband, Todd, who was a seemingly nice guy that was also twice my size. I say "seemingly" because while he rarely talked and smiled even less, he did apologize for not helping, blaming it on a back injury that had put him in traction for the last few weeks. I knew it wasn't an excuse, for while Todd was by no means a bodybuilder, he was thick and brawny—the kind of guy you'd avoid at all costs if you ever played on opposing football teams. With him around, there was, like I said, absolutely no trouble whatsoever with keeping my mind off of Lana and on my work. I may have been horny, but I wasn't suicidal.
But things changed a degree or two when I met Lana's sister, Claire, who I assumed was fair game. She was younger than her sibling, say, late twenties, and was just as cute. She could almost have passed as Lana's twin, if you looked only at her face. But her hair was a light shade of brunette and curly. Her natural, B-cup breasts, which were quite well defined in her tight t-shirt with no supporting bra, had nothing to be ashamed of. Her body was a little thicker than Lana's, as was her ass.
I still didn't want to risk upsetting anyone by hitting on Claire, but I made sure to keep an eye out in case she ever showed some interest. So far, she hadn't.
But over the next couple hours, Lana continually was showing interest in me. Even with her husband right in the room, she would wink and smile at me. Or she'd lock eyes with me over his shoulder as she seductively rubbed lotion onto her long, smooth legs. She'd start at an ankle, move up the calf, over her thigh, and even push the leg of her shorts up a little to get underneath. And her eyes were on me the whole time. She never blinked. And she did this twice.
Once she kneeled on the couch and leaned forward on the backrest to face me, her breasts hanging free in her t-shirt. She'd engage me in some forgettable, innocent conversation, but her eyes were so excited as she watched me fight to stare at her cleavage below. It was incredible—I could see all the way down her shirt between those two beautiful orbs—but I was so nervous about Todd catching me that it was hard to enjoy the sight completely.
The day went on like that, with all the teasing coming from the wrong damn woman. I guessed I only had an hour left to go, as all that was left to pack up were a few dozen boxes in the living room and master bedroom. I was carrying one outside to the truck when Todd got up and tossed a rag he'd been cleaning the window with onto the floor.
"Shit! This is annoying work," he grumbled. "Screw the doctor's orders, Lana. I've gotta move around or I'm gonna kill myself."
And with that he stood up, stormed past me to get outside and talked to me loud and fast. As I rushed to catch up, Todd said he wanted to pack the truck, and I should just bring the boxes to him out there. He didn't say it as a suggestion, but an order, so I wasn't about to argue.
About three boxes into this new process, things started to get weird. Lana had stopped working altogether, and, since the couch was packed in the truck now, she instead watched me from a pose on the floor. She was sitting with her legs outstretched, and her torso leaning forward slightly, exposing that awesome cleavage again. This time, she didn't say a word. She just stared at me and smiled.
Claire, meanwhile, had moved to the master bedroom to clean, and still paid no attention to me. She found a flashlight/radio combo, and turned on some rock station, seemingly oblivious to me being there at all.
I was making my way back into the house, quietly singing "Pour Some Sugar On Me," with the radio, when something grabbed me hard by the arm and pulled me from the doorway. I was pushed up against the wall right next to the open door, and to my surprise found that it was cute little Lana that had put me there. Her body was pressed against me, and her lips were so close that I could feel them brush my own as she whispered.
"Promise you won't tell?" she said, panting heavily and looking deep into my eyes.
Her hands moved up my chest, then around to the back of my head. Before I could say a word, she pulled me to her and stuck her tongue down my throat. Her mouth was cold, like she had just drunk a glass of ice water, but it heated up quickly, as did the rest of her. I wasn't sure what to do, or where to put my hands, even, but hers slid back down my chest, then under my shirt to touch my pecs directly. She clawed at me lightly with her fingernails, occasionally grazing my hard nipples.
Whether this lasted minutes or seconds, I'll never know, but when Lana finally broke the kiss, I grabbed the first box I could, held it in front of my tenting shorts, and rushed outside to give it to Todd.
Walking back to the house, I was drawn between getting there quick for another round, or taking my time so I could put things in perspective. Quick won.
Upon entering, I turned to the wall where I had left Lana, and found her waiting with a smile on her face and passion in her eyes. We grabbed each other, and this time it was me pushing her against the wall. We kissed deeply and quickly, and her hands found my ass as mine found her tits. I squeezed them through the t-shirt, then pushed them together and bent down to lick the cleavage I'd been drooling over all day. Lana threw her head back, then lifted her shirt up over the tops of her breasts.
My tongue moved like a missile towards these plush targets, but Lana had other ideas. She grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it up and off, threw it to the floor, and pulled me against her so our naked chests were touching. We kissed again, briefly, then Lana pushed me away.
"Go," she whispered, suppressing laughter.
I bent to grab a box, then remembered Todd had asked for a specific box, one that was in the bedroom. Hurriedly I rushed off, leaving Lana, who hadn't even bothered to pull her shirt back down.
My mind went from that realization to the realization that I wasn't wearing my shirt, either. But it was too late by the time that hit me—I was already in the bedroom and in Claire's field of vision. She was peeling poster tape off the walls when she saw me and froze, her eyes wide with surprise. I'm sure I looked just as stunned. But instead of questioning my half-nakedness, Claire just watched me curiously as I sought out the box I needed. If I wasn't so nervous, I might have paid more attention to the slight smile that spread across her face.
I left with the box, hearing Claire asking Lana for a hammer as I moved outside toward Todd and the truck. I told him I had trouble finding the box to explain why I was gone for so long, but he didn't seem to care, or even be listening. And he didn't seem to notice that my shirt was gone, either. Then he requested another specific box, and I said with a smile, "No problem".
I was still smiling as I entered the house, turned to the wall and grabbed Lana again. She wasn't facing me this time, so I pressed my hard crotch into her ass and cupped her breasts—
But her breasts were smaller. And her hair was dark.
This was not Lana.
It had only been half a second of contact, at most, but that was more than enough. I quickly recoiled, stammering for an apology to Claire, who turned to look at me with an unbelieving expression. She was so shocked that she dropped the hammer she was holding, and the bang when it hit the floor was what brought her back to full alert.
I didn't know what to do, think, or say. I just knew I was in deep shit, and I didn't want to stick around for this uncomfortable face off. I rushed away towards the bedroom, where I met Lana in the hallway.
"Did you find it yet?" she called over my shoulder to her little sis. Then she grabbed me to her again and moved to kiss me. I tried to pull away, but then I felt her hand slip down my shorts and grab my hard on. I didn't have enough willpower to fight that, and we kissed, with her pushing me against the wall.
It was a good thing Lana remembered her sister, because with my cock peeking out over the waist of my shorts, I sure as hell didn't. She broke the kiss and called out again.
"Claire? Did you find it?"
"Um...yeah. Yeah, I got it." Claire's voice was still distant, like she hadn't moved from where I had left her at the front door.
"Shit," Lana whispered, giving me one last kiss before releasing my dick and backing away.
