I spend most of my life working away from home on various contracts, so when a good friend of my wife telephoned me to ask if I could do a little job on her car for a bit of cash, "Hell" I thought, "I'm in the area, so why not?"
I arranged to be there a couple of days later. The job was an easy one, a bit of maintenance and repair, followed by an official safety check. I took the car away and arranged to deliver it back that evening.
About six o'clock that evening I knocked on her door.
"Come in...Door's open." She shouted from the upper floor.
As I stepped through the door she popped her head over the bannisters, her shoulder length wet hair shedding small drops of water down the stair-well. "Be with you in a minute - just got out of the shower. Make yourself at home. Put the kettle on!"
"Okay." I replied, walked into the kitchen and did what I was asked.
Julie was an exceptional looking woman, her ice blue eyes and slim, near perfect figure not giving away the fact that she was a mother of two, and had been married four times. Christ, how could any of them have let her go? Now in her late thirties, she was about ten years younger than my wife, and five years younger than me. We'd all met when her oldest child was at school with our youngest, and we'd hit it off straight away, my wife and her , and her (now ex) husband and I. Ten years down the line and two husbands later, she was now single again.
"If only..." I thought.
My train of thought was interrupted by her sudden appearance, framed by the kitchen doorway, and standing in a knee-length pink bath robe, with her hair wrapped in a 'turban' towel.
"Everything OK?" She asked.
I made a point of looking her up and down, "Looks fine to me!" The banter always flowed freely with Julie.
"No" She laughed, "With the car, silly!"
I explained whet I'd done, and how much it cost, and she bent over the kitchen worktop to get her cheque-book from her purse. Her movement parted the front of her robe and revealed a milky-white thigh.
As she tore the cheque from its book, it dropped to the floor at her feet, and I instinctively knelt down to pick it up. As I looked up I caught a glimpse of her pussy, the neatly trimmed black tufts perfectly outlining her pink puffy lips.
"Collar and cuffs don't match then?" I smiled as I looked up to her. It was no secret that her blonde hair came from a bottle. She giggled back at me but made no attempt to cover herself up.
I was at the right height so, being very nervous and not wanting to ruin a nice friendship by making an unwelcome pass, I gradually brought my face closer to her pussy. As I poked out my tongue to lick her wetness she gasped, and I pulled away, but she grabbed the back of my head and pushed me back.
I probed her slit with my tongue and nose, and as my lapping increased, so did her breath, coming in sharp gasps until she cried out, and my face was flooded with her juice.
I stood up, releasing my hard cock as I did, and placed it at the entrance to her tunnel. It was a bit akward as she was still half-leaning sideways on the worktop, but nothing was going to stop me now, so with a few short thrusts I was located in her, and began to make slowly longer strokes.
After what seemed like only seconds, she pushed me away, and I really thought I'd blown it, but she turned to lean face-down on the worktop, and with one hand pulled her robe up over her ass, revealing her perfect pussy jutting out between her thighs. She parted her legs slightly, and I slid in with ease, right up to my balls. I spent a moment savouring the feeling, and trying to convince myself that this was really happening before starting to thrust into her again. She pushed back on me with every thrust I made, whilst reaching down between her thighs and rubbing her clit. It was not long before she was coming again, though this time noisier and wetter than the last.
I knew I couldn't last much longer, so started to thrust harder and harder, until I was just about at the brink.
Julie must have sensed this, and pulled away suddenly, dropped to her knees and took my cock between her lips. A couple of minutes of her sucking and nibbling and I could hold out no longer. My come spurted down her throat and she swallowed eagerly.
She rose to her feet and smiled, rearranged her robe and towel, and without talking took my hand and led me upstairs to her room.
We stood facing each other, and kissed deeply. It seemed somehow unreal that I'd known and fancied this woman for over ten years, and I had already fucked her, but we'd never kissed. As our tongues played with each other I could taste myself on her tongue, and I'm sure she could taste herself on mine.
As we kissed I undid her robe, pulled it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, she repaid the compliment with my pants, and soon we stood naked. I looked over her body. Time had been kind to it. Her breasts were not huge, and had only the slightest sag in them. Her stomach was firm and flat, and I wanted her again.
