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Before getting in his truck, Jimmy watched her walk away. The tall, slender woman cut quite a elegant figure in his small town. 'Annabelle Kolinsky,' he thought to himself, 'Hmmm, wonder if she really means it; probably not, she's just foolin' with me.'
'Well maybe,' he grinned, 'anyway it's time to get back to work,' he said to himself ruefully. He darted across the street and into the pickup. A couple of minutes later he turned into the lumberyard and seeing a large pile of flagstone by the side dock, he pulled in beside it.
"Hey Mike, is this my stone?" he asked the nearest employee.
"Hey Jimmy, it sure is; want a hand loading up?"
Jimmy nodded and they worked for the next 20 minutes loading it carefully into the truck. Jim was extra careful, he didn't want it damaged. One it was on the truck he went inside and rented a stone saw from Karl and was quickly on his way to the White place.
Driving there he couldn't keep his mind off yesterday with Leslie. He could see her naked body as though she was in the truck with him. His day dream was so vivid he could the sex on her body. He was so focused on his fantasy he nearly missed the turn off State Road 8 onto the old quarry road. 'Shit,' he thought to himself as he shook his head. "Jim, you need to pay more attention to your driving," he said out loud.
Turning down the drive at the White place he realized his fantasy had given him a serious boner and he hoped Leslie was home alone. He really wanted to be in her mouth. He parked at the far end of the arbor pathway. Getting out of the truck he saw a large envelope on the screen door to the sun room.
When he got to the door he could see it had been carefully clothes pinned to the inside hinge. He opened the door and removed the envelope. His name was neatly written on the outside. He opened it with great curiosity; inside he found a brass key and a note.
Jimmy,
Mitchell and I are off to Chicago for a couple of days. There's a bank holding company function of some sort and Mitch wants me to go along and keep him company.
The key is for you. We want you to make yourself at home, eat anything you can find. Mitch says don't be bashful. And, he says not to work too hard. Oh yes, do not work on Sunday, Mitch says you should have at least one day off.
We'll be back Sunday or Monday, don't know which yet. We'll miss you.
Leslie
He stood there realizing he was truly disappointed she was gone; he'd miss Leslie a lot. Taking a deep breath he went back to the truck placing the note in the glove box and the key on his key ring. He looked around and decided to unload the flagstone along the east side of the path.
He worked steadily for a half an hour and realized it was not only getting hot but that he was beginning to sweat. Looking around he remembered what they'd told him about their privacy; he stopped and stripped naked. It was beginning to feel normal and his clothing had begun to feel restrictive. 'Who'd a thought such a thing,' he mused. Slipping his boots back on, he set to work again.
It took the better part of an hour and a half to unload and place the flagstone along the arbor. Next he pulled the tamping tool from the back and assembled it. His dad had fabricated it several years ago to use when putting in sidewalks and garden paths. It was a simple tool, a 60 inch length of 2 inch pipe fitted with a 12 inch square foot with rounded corners. The pipe was filled with sand and when used to tamp bedding materials it did a hell of a job. There was only one drawback, somebody had to do the tamping.
At first it was his Dad and for the last few years, it was Jimmy. The good news was that it worked as intended and the workout had given Jimmy an excellent set of abdominal muscles and shoulders. He approached this job like he'd always done; he decided on the best way to start and then worked consistently.
For the next hour he lifted and dropped the tamper without stop. He'd gone one way and then turned around. He was about half way back when he heard someone call his name. Looking up he saw Mavis Purdy, she was the Assistant Postmaster and chief deliver of packages. She was standing about 3 feet away with a crooked smile on her face. Mavis was a big country woman; big not fat. She was nearly as tall as Jimmy and came equipped with wide hips, large breasts and crinkly grey brown hair. He figured she was somewhere in her early 50's.
"Hey Mavis, what can I do for you?" he asked politely.
She canted her head to one side and grinned, "Jimmy, you work naked often?"
"FUCK!" he said. He'd completely forgotten he was naked. He hastily tossed the tamper to one side and wrapped his hands around his dick and balls. "Shit Mavis," he said blushing furiously, "Nobody's supposed to be back here," he said. It was obvious he was really embarrassed.
Mavis just kept on grinning, "I tried the front door but nobody answered, so I figured I'd leave this on the sun porch." As she said that she hefted a large box he'd not noticed.
"Never did I think I'd see Jimmy Cox with his pecker flopping in the wind. You're quite a sight ..."
Jimmy threw up his hands as though to stop her words, "Mavis, please ... ah, well ... please don't mention this to anybody ... um ..." With his hands in the air his cock swelled, hardened and pointed right at Mavis.
"Easy does it son, easy now. I'm sure we can work something out. That is if you want to keep this a secret?"
Jimmy nodded immediately.
"Yes sir, that's a dang nice looking pecker you got there." As she spoke she turned, open the sun porch door and place the box inside. Realizing his cock was up and hard, Jimmy quickly covered it with his hands again.
"Now don't be hiding your pretty pecker Jimmy. Lift your hands and set it free," she grinned again as she walked toward him. "Jimmy I gotta' tell you, you're quite a sight for these old eyes. All those sweaty muscles and that nice big dick; yes sir, quite a sight."
Jimmy was as red as a beet with embarrassment and honestly panicked that she might tell people. It was a small town and such talk could make life really difficult. "What do you have in mind Mavis?" he asked.
"Now Jimmy, we all have secrets don't we," she nodded affirming her own words and continued, "for example, I could tell you that my little girl ain't had no peter in way too long. You get my meaning?"
He stood there silently digesting her words and then said, "Would you like to have sex with me Mavis? Is that it?"
"I believe you understand me young man; follow me," she said as she walked to the sun porch. Inside she pulled a large chair over dropping her pants and panties to her ankles. She leaned forward placing her hands on the chair arms and spread her legs.
"I ain't no shrinking violet Jim. Get over her and shove that fat pecker up my pussy. Come on now, get to it!" Her voice was thick with need.
Jimmy looked down realizing that his cock was fat and hard. 'Why the fuck not,' he thought. He moved behind her placing his hands on her soft white ass, pulling it open placing his cockhead against the back of her pussy he felt her wetness. He was surprised that she was so wet. He rubbed his cockhead up and down lubricating it. Then he squeezed her cheeks hard and began working his cock inside. It was a very tight fit, 'tighter than Mary Kate,' he thought.
She grunted when he hit her cervix and pushed back. Jimmy decided to give her a hardy fuck and began slamming into her while squeezing her ass cheeks as hard as he could. His strong grip left dents and red finger marks in her soft flesh as he pounded her pussy. The sound of grunting and the west squish and slap of flesh filled the room.
Suddenly she screeched and began to cuss like a drunken sailor. Her outburst triggered his cum blast and he filled her wet hole was gobs of steaming cum as he rutted against her. She was quiet for a time while he stood glued to her pussy.
"Jimmy that was one fine fuck; thank you son," she said taking a deep breath as she sighed with relief when he pulled away. He stood there quietly watching a thick stream of cum slip from her pussy down her left leg before she pulled up her panties and pants. Tucking everything in, she turned to Jimmy and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. She reached out and took his hand with a firm handshake.
"Jim Cox, I believe we have a secret. I keep my word, you don't need to worry."
