Date Four, Quickie—Kyle
We were living together and it wasn't going so well. I'm neat and orderly in everything I do. My clothes are always picked up, my shoes shined, my dishes washed, my desk neat and my vehicle clean. Ginny has a little problem with leaving dishes in the sink, her clothes lying wherever she took them off, she loses her car keys three times a week and her phone is constantly going dead because she forgot to charge it. Our differences were pulling us apart, but the sex was so damn good.
We went to the mall for a quick lunch one day, then to Macy's to buy me some new shirts. She washed some of my white shirts with a red towel and all manner of other colored items, she used hot water, the shirts were a sick pink color. She thought it was funny and I was furious. We hardly talked while we ate. While I was finding my size in the dress shirts, she picked out some pants and encouraged to try them on, telling me I would look good in them. She stood outside the dressing room while I tried them on, and I sent her back for a different size. When she returned she came right into the changing room with me.
"I want to see how they look on you," she said.
The first pair fit good, and when I took them off to try on the second pair, she pulled up her skirt and leaned over with her hands on the bench. She had no panties on. She looked at the surprise on my face and said, "are we going to fuck or what?"
Less than 10 minutes later after Ginny had paid for my new clothes, she handed me the bag and whispered in my ear, "look down at my shoe, your cum ran all the way down the inside of my leg and now it is about to run into my shoe. You didn't clean up after yourself this time did you?"
Seriously, I was in danger of falling in love with that woman.
Date Five, Good Deed Day—Ginny
One of the perks of working for United Universal Bank is that we get free membership at the local YMCA where we often go for workouts. A girl I work with talked me into signing up for a community helper program that the Y sponsors, I convinced Kyle to volunteer as well. I bribed him with a hand job. Our project for the month was to help a group of elderly ladies spruce up a cemetery just outside the city. For many years there had been a country church with the cemetery just behind it. A few years ago the congregation had dwindled to just a few members and the church building was in serious disrepair. They demolished the church but saved the steeple and bell which they placed on a platform where the church had stood. Behind that there was a shelter where people could gather when there was a burial in the cemetery. Our job was to paint the part of the steeple that had been saved and mow the cemetery. Three of us painting, two were mowing and two more, including Kyle were trimming around the gravestones with weed eaters.
It was hot and after an hour of scraping off the old paint I had paint chips all over me, Kyle and the guys mowing were sweaty and covered with grass. We took a break around 10:00 I realized I was genuinely turned on by looking at Kyle covered with dirt and sweat. My friend Hanna who was helping with the painting made no secret that she would like to rub bodies and swap sweat with any one of the men.
We finished painting around 11:00 and we looked awful, sweaty matted hair with paint chips on our hands, face and clothes. I had snagged my t-shirt on a nail which left a big rip under my arm so my bra was peeking out for all to see. With all the sweat I looked like I was the loser of a wet t-shirt contest.
Sarah and Alice, two very nice elderly ladies whose husbands were both buried in the cemetery had fixed lunch for us; sandwiches, salad and pie along with lots of iced tea.
Alice said, "would you look at that?" She was looking at Kyle and another guy.
They were finished trimming and were using shovels to dig out an area where a pipe ran under the road. They had both taken their shirts off. Alice asked if those boys belonged to us. I told her that the big one was mine, but she could borrow him if she wanted. "Honey, if I was 50 years younger I would spread my legs and pull him down on top of me right now. We would do it right over there on my husband's grave."
I told her to help herself, but she said she didn't want to use him up for me. She asked me to make sure I gave him a good time later today when we finished. Sarah smiled and nodded as both of them stared at the shirtless men. We joked with them about sharing and both teased back that they didn't want to steal our men. Sarah said that the best sex of her life was when her man would come in from the fields at the end of the day covered with grime and sweat. She would meet him out in the barn for a romp in the hay. She was pretty sure that all four of her kids had been conceived in the barn.
Hanna asked if they ever gave blow jobs and Alice replied by asking if she thought that just because it was a long time ago they didn't get nasty and kinky. Sarah chimed in that she jerked and sucked her husband's dick after lunch every other day. She said there were cold winter days when they couldn't do much outside so they stayed in bed doing it all day long. Both of them agreed that a hard working sweaty man was sexiest thing they had ever experienced. I looked at Kyle and found myself agreeing with them.
Great grandmothers only have distant memories of their sexy past with the men of their lives, but they still get pleasure out of feeding hard-working hungry men. Alice did not miss any opportunities to brush against the guys as she leaned over their shoulders to put another sandwich or more potato salad on their plates. The guys loved the attention and nobody turned down the food. I found myself thinking when I have a guy's cock in my hand I have his full and undivided attention, somewhat the same as Alice and Sarah have when they are filling plates and iced tea glasses for men who have been working hard. They were certainly nice ladies who were grateful for the help in getting their church cemetery cleaned up and I wouldn't be surprised if they both went home and rubbed one off.
Hanna and I had rode with Lori, the other painter, and Josh, the other weed eater and ditch digger. The two of them went home together, no doubt with some lusty thoughts on their minds, and we caught a ride with Kyle. He had the top down on his Jeep and it only has two front seats. Hanna sat in the back on a cooler, holding on to the roll bar.
By the time we got on the freeway I had one hand in my pants and the other hand in Kyle's pants. He looked wonderful, dirt and grime all over, tiny particles of ground up grass all over his pants and shirtless bulging muscles, he smelled like sweat, grass and dirt. I reluctantly took my hand out of my pants and opened Kyle's grubby jeans, pulled down his boxers as well as I could and got some fresh air on his stiff cock. Hanna reached over the seat and put her hand on Kyle's cock next to mine, "it's big enough for both of us to put our hands on at the same time," she said.
We were cruising down the highway, two women and one man in an open top Jeep. Both women with one hand in their own pants and the other hand on the man's cock. I'm sure the truckers and others who got a good view thought it was entertaining.
We parked in my driveway and went in through the garage. I told them I had to get the grimy clothes off and undressed as soon as I got into the garage, Kyle and Hanna did the same. I stepped in front of Kyle and bent over to pick up my panties that were sweated wet, then soaked with pussy lube, I'm sure I could have sold them for $100 on Craig's List. But I really wasn't picking up my panties, I was just bending over in front of Kyle, knowing what he would do. He didn't disappoint. In an instant his hands were on my hips and his cock was buried in my cunt. The smell of fucking joined the rich smells of dirt, grass and sweat. He didn't pound into me, just pushed in deep and held it there taking everything in.
Hanna was leaning back against my car, her legs spread and furiously rubbing her clit. I told him that I wanted him to take care of Hanna too. He pounded into me hard and fast for a few minutes then pulled out and turned to Hanna.
"I want to taste that salty sweat first," she said and buried her face in his smelly crouch. She was licking his balls and ass, sniffing the sweat accumulated in the crevices.
When she stood up he turned her around and bent her over the hood of my car and quickly slid his cock into her from behind. I got my phone from my jeans and took a picture. She was spread over the car hood, tits mashed flat, her arms over her head, a big smear of white paint on her forearm and more on her legs, her hair was sweated and matted from the work, then blown out into a wild kinky bush from the open air drive. Kyle's hands were on her ass and hips, his cock buried in her, his arms were black with dirt. Both of them have a look of animal lust on their faces.
