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snow job As if 12 hrs in the ICU wasn't enough, I knew there was a foot of snow waiting for me when I get home.You see, I not only have to shovel my walk, but also the walks and driveways of my 2 elderly neighbors. As soon as I pulled into my driveway I psyched myself up. No sitting down for a few minutes, no getting changed, just grab the shovel and get cracking. I had gotten home early enough that I was one of the first people out there. 90 minutes later I was finished and exhausted. Fatigued but with that peculiar energy that I get post snow storm. My post shoveling ritual involves at least a glass or two of some kind of alcoholic beverage. That day I went with Grey Goose and tonic. I was barely through my first drink when there was a knock at the door. I levered myself from the couch and prepared to yell at some who were going to over to shovel my clearly shoveled walk and driveway despite the fact that they were already clear. Don't laugh, it's happened before. Opening the door I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Susan from across the street. Susan and I were no more than acquaintances. She had moved back in with her mother with her when her marriage went bad. We said hi to one another in passing, but that had been the extent of our relationship. "Hi, Susan," I said, " What can I do for you?" "My mom called from work and told me that you helped shovel her car out. I just wanted to come over and say thanks you." Noticing the drink in my hand she said, "What do you have there?" "Vodka tonic," I replied, " Why don't you come in and have one?" Her eyes lite up a bit. " Well, the are at their fathers. I think I will have a drink." I let her in and followed her into the kitchen enjoying the view the entire time. Susan has a bit of a mom body, which to me means rounded in spots, voluptuous and very attractive. Blond hair cascaded down to her trade mark hoody, which I had always suspected she wore because she was self conscious of her large breasts. Her delightful bottom was covered in pants that walked the line between sweat pants and yoga pants. They hugged the curve of her ass that was visible below the fringe of her hoody. I finished my drink and made two more while we chit chatted about nothing really. We moved into the living room where the television was informing us of the apocalypse that the current snow storm had been. As I was talking she suddenly stopped me. " Wait a second, you worked all night and then came home and shoveled all of that snow? And dug my mother out? You must be exhausted!" "I'm a little tired", I admitted " But having you here has perked me up a bit." " I really have to find a way to thank you," Her eyes were sparkling again," I have an idea." "Seriously," I said " There is no need to thank me, I was just being neighborly." She smiled, "Your eyes have been wandering and I think I have something that you might like to see." I was on my third drink by then and she had caught me. There was no use denying it. I had been staring at her chest, trying to decipher the code of curved and folded material to get a sense of what her tits looked like. I was caught and slightly embarrassed. I started to mumble an apology and she stopped me again. "I'm used to it," she said "Besides, its getting a little warm in here." And with that she pulled her hoody over her head. I was stunned speechless for a moment. Underneath her baggy hoody was nothing but a white tank top. The kind that was labeled a wife beater.Her tits were huge with the slight sag that comes with natural breasts. The material of the shirt was stretched thin enough that were areola were barely visible with her nipples themselves defiantly poking through the shirt. I immediately felt my cock begin to stiffen. Susan noticed my dumbfounded expression and laughed a bit. "I guess you like what you she," she smirked" but I think you deserve a little more for all of your hard work." With that she leaned in and kissed me. Softly, with a little moisture and tongue. She shifted her position so that her tits were pressing up against me as the kiss became more deep. A small, low moan escaped me and I felt her lips smile against my mouth. Her hand wandered up my thigh to my cock and I felt her smile broaden as she felt my erection. "Now its my turn to do some work." She said, unbuttoning my pants and pulling my cock out. She began to slowly and gently stroke my cock while we kissed. I let out a more powerful groan. "Tell me what you want." she whispered. "I want to see your tits", I said. Releasing my cock, she leaned back. She didn't take her shirt of, but instead, pulled the top of her shirt down and around big tits. I was in awe. Big fleshy globes topped with large pink nipples. I reached out and squeezed one while my mouth sought out the nipple of the other. I gingerly took her nipple into my mouth while massaging the other breast. Her hand was back on my cock and her increase in intensity told me she was enjoying my playing with her tits. "Your hand feels so good on my cock," I moaned. "I have more than hands. You have to tell me what you want, though." "Put your mouth on it," I said, "Suck it. Suck my dick." Smiling she shifted position, kneeling between my legs, her big tits resting on my thighs. Looking me right in the eye she slowly licked my cock. Starting at the base of my shaft and sliding her tongue up to the head. Briefly she pulled the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth only to let it slide right out and licked her way back down to my balls. "I'm gonna have some fun with this cock. How does this feel?" She began to slowly jack the base of my rock hard cock while teasing the tip with her mouth. My hand found its way to the ack of her head, fingers would in her hair. "Mmmmmmmmmmm!", she moaned. Taking the hint i began to apply pressure, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. She removed her hand as i felt the head of my cock reach the back of her throat. I was two thirds of the way in released the pressure I was applying for a moment. She bobbed her head up and down several times and I was rewarded by a sensation I had nevr felt before. Her drool was running down my cock to the crack of my ass. I was enthralled and she knew it. "Mmmmmm, I love getting your cock sloppy and wet. Does that feel good?" "God yes! You are so hot and that feels so amazing. Please don't stop!" Susan returned her mouth to my cock and began to really go down on it. Shaking her head back and forth, trying to force as much of my cock into her mouth and throat as she could handle. Wet slurping sounds couple with the sensations of her mouth were driving me to the edge.I had to resist the urge to chest grab her head and start fucking her face. Lifting her head to catch her breath a large drop of spittle fell from her lips and landed on her left breast. I was transfixed. Following my gaze Susan smiled a little more broadly, " Do you think thats hot?" "Fuck, yeah!" "Could you rub it in for me?" I reached out and began massaging her drool all over her fat tit. catching her nipple between thumb and forefinger I gave a slightly more aggressive pinch. She sighed and bit her lip. "I like that. Twist my nipple!" I was happy to oblige as she continued her oral assault on my cock. Again she stopped and this time deliberately spit on her other tit. No prompting needed this time i began to smear her spit all over her other tit. Drool connected her lips to my cock and I knew I was going to cum soon. "Susan, I cant last much longer. I need to cum!" At first I though she hadn't heard me. Her head was bouncing on my cock with moist sucking sounds. She was moaning. The sheer wantonness with which she was sucking my dick was intoxicating. I was overwhelmed. Suddenly she pulled her mouth off of my cock and pushed her tits together around my shaft. She began moving them up and down, jerking me off with her fat, spit covered tits. "Cum for me," she said, "Shoot that shit all over my tits!" Five or six<b> pumps </font></b>later I did just that. Shooting my load all over her fat tits while she rubbed it in. Finally, spent, I remarked that if she needed any help shoveling, that I would be available. "I'll bet you would." She said. |
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