THE PAINTERS HELPER
I must start this story by saying that until a few months ago I absolutely hated painting of any kind. My hand and a paint brush or roller just never got along. That feeling has now changed and painting a room has become one of my favorite past times, as long as the conditions were right, as they were in this story.
It was a Friday afternoon at the office and the start of a long three day weekend. People were rushing to get out of the place so I thought I would simply sit in my office for 20 minutes or so until the parking lot emptied, convincing myself I would rather sit here waiting for traffic to clear than in a hot steamy car. It was pouring down rain and foul weather was forecast to continue all weekend. A total washout as the News guy said.
While waiting, the manager from the Financial Department walked by, stuck her head in the door and asked why I wasn’t in the rush to leave. After explaining my theory regarding the traffic, she asked if she could join me for the last few moments. I have been happy ever since that I didn’t say no to that question.
Simple chit chat of course led to the subject of rain forecast for the entire weekend. She started telling me that she wasn’t concerned as she had plans and the weather had no bearing on them. She was moving to a new condo in a few weeks and was using this time to re-paint the whole interior. She was doing it herself and again divine providence must have jumped in at this point. I told her I wasn’t much of a painter but I would help if she wanted. At first she answered with the standard, “oh you don’t need to do that” statement, but then stated that she would love the help. I kept thinking all night after we left the office, what the hell did I talk myself into. But this is where the story begins.
She had given me the address and her cell phone number before leaving, then the thoughts kept popping in my head that I really don’t even know this lady. Sure, we have worked together almost five years, strictly on a business level and at an occasional company function. I managed the adjacent depart, we were both single and she is a very attractive woman. So attractive that when she arrives in the morning all eyes, male and female follow her every move. She is alluring, dark hair that came just below her shoulders that seemed to almost frame her beautiful face and features. Very petite, perhaps 5’6” or so and silky smooth skin and boobs proportioned well, may be 34-C I would guess and a cute rounded ass. She always dressed in the latest styles and any time during the day, looked as though she just came from a fashion shoot. I never heard any office gossip about her screwing this one or that one, only talk from some of the other women that she always looked perfect. Now that I reflect on her, I never paid much attention, other than YES, she is indeed beautiful. Her name is Brenda and could easily be the centerfold for any Man’s magazine.

I showed up at her new condo around 7:30 that morning, and like the weather man said, it was pouring rain. A mad dash to the front door did not keep me from getting soaked. She had the door open when I got there and I rushed right in. She began thanking me right away for coming to help, but I couldn’t however take my eyes off her. A short pair of tight and I mean real tight jean shorts, an oversize T-shirt that she had tied at the waist. Evident she did not have on a bra as I locked my eyes on her protruding nipples. WOW I thought what a change. I have only seen her dressed in the latest fashions looking gorgeous, and now she looks more fabulous than I could ever imagine.
Some more small talk, a cup of coffee while she gave me a quick tour of her new place and we were ready to get started. She was prepared to get moving as nail holes had been patched, receptacle covers removed and all the tools laid out. I opted to do all the trim and cut in work while she handled the roller. Standing on a six foot ladder to reach the ceiling, it was a constant boob shot when she bent over for more paint. The loose fitting top she had on gave me a full view of those firm, magnificent boobs, and more than once I felt my cock starting to get hard. She had to notice as several times she we look at me and softly grin. We spent the day in small talk and with the radio on a local station playing easy listening music. I had got so many boob shots by the time we finished the large living room, that their image was firmly planted in my mind.
While working I had visions of her nude. Her firm pointed boobs, nicely rounded ass, shapely legs and just being damn good looking as well; I knew that it would be pure heaven making love with her. Only a dream though as I thought it would only be an act that would remain in my mind forever. Little did I know that my fantasy was about to come true.
“OK we are done for the night, enough work,” I heard that angelic voice say. “Now I am going to feed you but I must admit that a sandwich and a glass of wine is all that’s on the menu.”
“Sounds great but I bet it is tough getting a table here,” we both laughed as we looked at a bare condo.
“First I get a shower and try to get some of this paint off,” Brenda said in a matter of fact voice. “So make yourself as comfortable as you can and I will be back quickly, then we eat,” as she ran off to the bathroom.
My mind was racing as I sat down on the floor, back to the wall, as thoughts of this beautiful creature naked in the shower, lathering those luscious tits, rubbing her whole body. My mind could focus on nothing else as I heard the shower running, just imagining me in there with her. My cock became so hard that I reached inside my shorts, stroked it a few times, felt the wet tip and knew I must stop before I exploded. It was good that I did stop. I heard the shower turn off and in a very few seconds I heard her voice.
“John I may have to ask you to pardon me, but I have a limited supply of clean cloths here so, would only me in underwear and T-shirt offend you?
Now how in the hell are you supposed to answer a question like that. I almost stammered as I muttered, “No, not at all.”
“Sorry,” she said as she came out of the bathroom and walked into my view. “I haven’t moved any cloths over here yet and well,” she stammered.
I know I stuttered when I sheepishly said, “Don’t worry about it, it is OK.”
She is standing there in a white t-shirt, not tied just hanging loose, and a pair of white bikini underwear. Hair wet, no makeup, long beautiful legs and a smile that lights her whole face. I was in amazement; I have never seen more beautiful women ever.
My cock was rock hard, I know my mouth was open and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was in a trance. The hard protruding cock was evident as she softly said, “Get a shower you will feel better.”
I simply smiled and walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower, peeled my clothes off and stepped into the warm water rock hard cock and all. I knew that if I touched myself I would cum to the point of passing out, but I couldn’t stand it. I stroked it several times and felt the cum rush from my balls and in just a moment I cummed enough that I felt my knees getting weak. I didn’t think I could, or wanted, to stop. I haven’t done this in a long long time.
There was only one towel, the one she had used. I pulled it from the rack and I could smell her scent faintly, but enough to know that it was her. I held it to my nose savoring this sweet smell of woman. Oddly enough, I felt my cock coming alive again.
I put on my paint splattered shorts, no underwear, no shirt and walked out to meet Brenda.
She simply looked at me and smiled, then walked over put her arms around my waist, looked up into my eyes and said, “Thanks John, now come with me I have something to show you.
We walked down the short hallway to the master bedroom. Walking in the door there was a large air mattress in the floor with a soft light from a table lamp giving that warm glow to the few items in there. She let go of my hand, backed up a few steps, pulled the t-shirt over her head then swiftly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. I could say nothing, her tits were firm, 34-C for sure, soft pink nipples that were rock solid and poking out about half inch, and a shaved pussy that looked like it was designed by a master craftsman. I find it hard to describe her beauty, it was that perfect.
I was like a schoolboy seeing his first naked woman, I could not move, only look. She stepped closer; un- buttoned my shorts letting them fall to the floor, put her hands behind my neck and brought my lips to hers. Not slow or passionate but hungry , pulling my mouth into hers while my arms went around her pulling her naked, shaking body tight against me.. We kissed, explored with our tongues as we made our way to the air mattress. We just fell backwards, her on top, our lips still locked together. My hands grasped that hard, tight ass squeezing pulling her even closer.
She broke our kiss, slid down my body and instantly opened her mouth swallowing my cock all the way. She spun around was straddled my body with my cock still buried in her throat, leaned her pussy and sweet ass back to my face and my tongue began exploring. Deep lunges into her then finding her rock hard clit, sucking it, pulling it with my teeth, while my finger found her tight round asshole and entered slightly.
Her head was moving up and down on my cock with her clinched lips and I knew and felt that I was going to fill her warm hot mouth with a river of cum and it was going to happen quickly. I felt her body tighten her pussy push hard against my face and a groan escape from her cock filled mouth. I was cumming; she was cumming and seemed neither of us could stop. I felt her juices run down my face and I was in another world. She sucked and sucked until there was not a drop of cum left in my withered balls, and I sucked her bare wet pussy until she quit moving.
We stayed like this for a few moments, either of us unable to move; finally she rose up, turned around next to me and again kissed me on the lips. Gently, warming and so relaxing.
She reached for the blanket next to her, covered us both, snuggled next to me with my arm around her and said, “Good night John.”
I have rambled enough, the rest of the weekend involves more painting and of course more sex. I could have never guessed what a nympho she was. A good review showing your interest will give a few more chapters. Thank you.