Does the Engineer really call twice?

So when your door goes and you're expecting someone, are they always what you're expecting? Even when you know who it is?

I am enjoying not nearly regular enough dalliances with a rather fit young package of sex at the moment. Even just typing that has given me a certain pulsing I do enjoy. Arousal is definitely this girls best friend. Anyway, under recent instructions, I was to wait in my kitchen, just inside the door with my eyes closed and as I am a very good (bad) girl, of course I complied. I could hear his car arrive and then the door open and then close. I waited, eyes closed, my headed lowered in deference to what awaited.

I was already excited, already looking forward to being with this delectable younger specimen of manhood, already hungry. For what I are about to receive, I am ready and waiting. My door opened and I heard him come in. The anticipation was the hot blood coursing all through me. I got goose bumps. Still with my eyes closed and hands behind my back in supplication, I waited. He stood. The nothing was excruciatingly delightful, I was already more than receptive. Then his lips touched mine. He kisses delightfully; soft but firm, insistent and wanting but skillfully so. I shivered and we kissed some more. He used his fingertips to gently open my eyes which then looked directly into his. It's so thrilling and exciting to look into someone's eyes and see your desire and need reflected back. My pussy was swollen with lust and moistening by the second. This cheeky young buck had also decided to bring to life something we had discussed, he was wearing nothing but a boiler suit. Fuuuuuuck!

He kissed me again, with more vigour and slid his hands into my hair, grabbing my head. With his other arm around me, he turned me quickly then roughly shoved me up against my door. More juice down below. Kissing my throat and neck as he pressed his body into mine. I could feel his evident arousal pressing into my leg and crotch. I brought my hands to the top of his chest, his hair visible at the top of the suit. I started to undo the studs when my hands were grabbed and thrust above my head where he held them tightly. As he kissed and pressed and held, I because very fluid and my legs started to shake. He slipped his hands between my legs and rubbed at me through my jeans. My pussy was now drenched.

I am so ready for him and I push him against the door with his hands behind his back. I undo the studs to reveal his body, mine for the taking. I run my hands over his chest and shoulders, pushing back the suit as I do. He starts to shake it off and I stop him so that his arms are trapped by the material. I continue undoing the studs, hands trailing down him to where I want them to be. He is tumescent. I lower myself to the floor, my face inches away from his engorged arousal. I love his man smell. I kissed his thighs and abdomen. All around where he wanted my lips to be. All around his hard cock which I wanted in my mouth. My hands around his body, touching his skin, smelling his youth. I buttoned the studs back up on the suit, but keeping the shaved hardness and tightening balls outside. Once he was clothed again, with relish I lowered down and pleasured myself by pleasuring him. The sounds of his gratitude are welcome to my ears and spur me on to take him deeper and longer, his fingertips caressing my jaw and his other hand on my forehead all the while his cock going deeper and deeper into my throat.

It wasn't long before he pulled me through to my bed, throwing me down. I like sex all different ways, but he was most definitely in control. As he lay on top of me and help me down and entered me, it was ecstatic. I came almost right away and with every thrust into me he made me come more and more. It unusual for me to climax at the same time as my partner but we did and I was languid and a viscous mess. So much of me all over my puffed up lips, thighs and bed.

It was the best lunch I have had in a long time.

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