My Ex-girlfriend, we will call her Sharon and I dated for about 10 years, we had a son together but never got married. We split up when our son was about 6 years old, but we continued to get together on a regular basis for the most incredible sex of my life, much better than when we were together, funny how that works out.
Anyway, she recently planned to move in with a guy that she had been dating for about a year and a half, we can call him Terry. I thought this would be the end of our sexual escapades. They were moving things from her apartment and I offered to go over and give them a hand (being the nice guy that I am). We had most everything moved out of the apartment, but they were planning on getting rid of a lot of the things that she had, old furniture, clothing, etc. Her boyfriend was going to take all of the furniture and clothing to a consignment shop to get rid of it. Our son wanted to ride with him because he liked riding in the moving truck. It was decided that Sharon and I would continue to pick up garbage, vacuum the carpets, and mop the floor, while they delivered the 'junk'.
Sharon had some dirty dishes in the sink that she wanted to get cleaned, so I offered to mop the floor in the dining room and kitchen while she finished up the dishes. I kept noticing what she was wearing, she had on a very loose fitting tank top and a sports bra underneath, so when she would move in just about any direction the tank top would expose her wonderful 36C tits held in by her sports bra. I was watching her while she was bending over the sink and scrubbing some of the dirty pots and pans.
With every move she made I got a little glimpse of her beautiful breasts, even though they remained covered by the bra, I could see the outline perfectly. I started to get an enormous erection and I was trying to figure a way to relieve the tension I had building. She turned to see how far I was getting along on the floors and asked me what was taking me so long. She said "I think that spot you keep mopping must be clean by now."
"I am trying to get this black scuff up and it won't go away," I replied. "Well, hurry up, I am almost finished," she shot back. "Aye aye, captain," I said. About 20 minutes had passed and she was finishing up the dishes and she asked me what I thought could be taking them so long to get back with the truck, it was starting to get a little dark. Then the phone rang and it was Terry, he said that the rental truck had gotten a flat tire and that the company he rented it from said they would be there in about an hour to change the tire. She obviously was aggravated as expected, but what could be done?
She hung up and said that they would be about another hour and a half. I couldn't bear to think that I would have to keep looking at her amazing body for an hour and a half and not just throw her down and tear off her clothes. "OK, I said, what do we need to do next? She said that she had some laundry downstairs that she could finish up and asked if I would help her. "Sure, anything beats running this damn mop," I said. Down the steps we went to the basement. The basement was a little dark, but enough light to see what we were doing. She bent over to open the dryer and again I caught the outline of her bosom. "You are going to have to stop doing that," I said.
