A House Painter

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When I was just out of high school, before I headed off to college, I was looking for work before my regular summer job started. One of my neighbors asked me to paint her house. I had actually worked with another friend painting houses the summer before, so this was a perfect two week project for me before starting my regular job. Pat was in her early 30’s, her husband was a police officer in NY and they had just had their first child about 4 months earlier.

Pat was about 5’5″ tall and looked like a suburban house wife. Brown hair, shoulder length, a bit frumpy. She had a bigger butt than I’m sure she wanted but fairly large breasts. She was still carrying a lot of her pregnancy weight and the breast-feeding was keeping her chest large as well. At 18, I had already fantasized about her many times long before the baby and now that I was working at her house every day, the fantasies were full on. I was a good boy though, and could only dream of turning my fantasies into reality.

The house was two stories, typical suburban place but it sat on a hill, so almost the entire job was on a ladder. In addition, the place had a water view, so the entire back end was mostly windows. It was a tedious job, and not too far into it, I realized I hadn’t really negotiated for enough money. To make matters worse, Pat started to ask for more time scraping lose paint, and wanted the inside of the windows painted too. I complained to my mom and another neighbor and they sympathized. My next door neighbor promised to bring it to her attention.

As the job progressed, Pat was in and out of the house. Shopping, going to the grocery store, to the beach, etc. etc. if the baby wasn’t sleeping, she was out of the house with it. This suited me fine, since I didn’t have to worry about bothering her or the kid when I was back and forth opening and closing windows as I painted.

Pretty much as soon as Pat left, I would head inside the house, sneak around a little and take a rest from the sun. Typically, I would spend a few minutes in a bathroom masturbating, usually fantasizing about Pat. Since I was already convinced I was being underpaid, I decided that I could justify some petty theft. I went through their record collection and found a few albums that were to my liking (I was convinced that the mono version of Introducing the Beatles would be worth hundreds one day). I think I grabbed a pocketknife, some booze and some other stupid kitchen items I was sure I could use in college.

On these little trips into the house I became bolder with time. Eventually, I was grabbing whatever silky undergarments I could find and taking them into the bathroom with me. The added thrill was making the job worthwhile. On one of the trips, I found a hardcore porno magazine in the bottom of her hubby’s bedside table. I was used to playboy and penthouse, but this was a magazine with real looking people having sex. (Ironically, the sort of thing you can find on the Internet now in about 30 seconds). Suddenly my trips to the bathroom were getting more and more frequent.

Pat was still breastfeeding, so every now and then I would catch a glimpse of her feeding the baby. This was adding fuel to the fire and I started to get crazed about sex as the painting progress slowed to a crawl. I now started scheming how I could get a glimpse of Pat in the bathroom, or changing. I was constantly leaving blinds and curtains slightly open, hoping pat would be in the right place at the right time when I had the ladder next to her bedroom or bathroom. The best I got was a good boob shot of her nursing. I was starting to turn into a serious peeping Tom, but not getting any peep!

Finally, one day when I was in her bathroom pants around my ankles and magazine in hand, Pat came home but I hadn’t heard the car in the driveway as usual. I stashed the magazine and her panties under the sink figuring I could get back to them later. Pat was putting the baby down in the nursery and as I walked out of her bedroom past her, she asked me to stay out of the nursery for a while. As I headed back out to my slave labor, I heard the shower start up in the bathroom. I moved my ladder into position so I had a chance of getting a peek. I did get a peek, but not of anything worthwhile. Pat closed the shades as she got undressed and I was skunked again.

About an hour later, Pat called me into the house and asked if she could talk to me. My heart was pounding as I met her in the living room. “You are doing a great job on the house, Mike and I are really happy with the way the front looks and the neighbors have all been complimenting us.” She told me as I stood in the middle of the room.

“Sit down” she said as I looked around uncomfortably. “I really can’t I have paint all over my overalls and I don’t want to get it on your furniture” I replied.

“Take the overalls off, I really need to talk to you for a few minutes and you don’t look comfortable standing there” Pat said. I tried to explain to her that I didn’t have a shirt on under them and she told me not canlı bahis to be silly, she has seen me painting without a shirt nearly every afternoon, what was I acting shy about now.

“I want you to understand something” she said. “We really are happy with your work, and I also understand that you are doing a lot more than you originally bargained for. Mrs K— told me that I was taking advantage of you and I feel bad about it.” “When the job is done, Mike thinks we can make it up to you, we had professionals give us quotes and even if you take all summer, we will save money, so we’ll make it up to you.”

Suddenly, I was feeling REALLY petty for stealing and spending half my days jerking off. Pat was actually paying me by the hour, so there was no way I was really going to lose money and I started to explain that I was ok with it, I was just sorry that it was taking longer than I had anticipated.

“There is something else I need to talk to you about though” she said … now my heart really sank, my face became flush and I felt like I was about to throw up. “Mike noticed a couple things missing, we aren’t really that upset, and I don’t even know if it was you, but with Mike being a cop, he takes these things seriously.” I stammered a bit and replied “Well, I have borrowed a couple things, I, uh, needed something to open the paint cans with and I found a pocket knife in the basement. I also borrowed a couple record albums, I didn’t think you would mind, I planned to put them back after I made a couple tapes”

Pat smiled back at me and said she had told Mike that was probably the case, but that he insisted she confront me. I apologized over and over and told her I would apologize to Mike. She asked me if there was anything else I wanted to tell her about.

“Well, Please don’t tell my mom about this, but I also took a bottle of liqueur from your liquor cabinet. My girlfriend has a real taste for that sort of thing, and I had thrown it in my car to have with her while her folks are out of town this weekend.” Pat laughed and said they hadn’t even noticed that a bottle was missing and told me to enjoy it with my girlfriend. “I’m glad to hear you have a girlfriend though” She said. “Because I was actually wanting to talk to you about the magazine I found in the bathroom, along with a pair of my panties”

At that point, I was completely flustered and couldn’t even respond. All I could say was, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I’m really, really sorry … Pat just smiled back and told me it was okay. She was a little upset about the fact that I was in her panty drawer and upset that I had brought a magazine like that into her house. I was about to correct her and tell her it was her husbands, when I realized that wasn’t going to help my situation. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry” was all I could repeat.

At that point Pat just laughed and told me she understood. “Boys aren’t really that different from girls you know, we all have needs. I do find it amusing that boys can’t seem to hold off on those needs until they are with their girlfriends though!”

“Pat, my girlfriend isn’t like that” I explained. “All we do is kiss”

“That’s all?” Pat asked. “Well, pretty much, yea.” I replied.

“So, you haven’t even touched her breasts?” Pat asked.

“Well, sure, I’ve done that, but not much more” I told her.

“Well, that’s probably all you should do, but you know, it’s probably not because she doesn’t want more” Pat told me.

“Oh, I don’t know, she is at Our Lady of Mercy and I think she doesn’t want to do anything more” I told her. Again, Pat laughed, ” I went to Mercy, TRUST me, she wants more!” “Has she ever actually stopped you when you have been kissing and groping?” she asked.

“No” I replied “but she isn’t doing the things my friends girlfriends are doing for them either”

“Well, you might be surprised what girls and women really want.” With that, Pat finished her glass of wine and stood up. I stood up as well, assuming that our meeting was over. As I grabbed my coveralls, Pat said “don’t get up yet, l was just grabbing another grass of wine. Why don’t you join me. It’s Friday afternoon, it’s hot outside, how much more did you expect to get done anyway?”

Put sat back down and handed me a beer, “now, where were we” she said. “Oh, that’s right, no one wants to admit the truth about sex. Admit nothing and you are a prude, tell too much you are a slut. And I know the equivalent is true for men and boys.”

“Except there is no such thing as telling too much when you are in High School.” I corrected.

“That’s just because you don’t have anything to tell!” Pat laughed

“Well, I’m not totally a Virgin, give me a little credit” I said

“Not totally, is that like being “Kind of pregnant” Either you are, or you aren’t sweetheart” Have you ever had intercourse?” Past asked.

“No, I relied. But I played around with this girl I met sailing once, and we had oral sex.” Which seemed like a good reply, even if all I had managed was a hand job. bahis siteleri I guess I was proving her point about lying without even realizing it.

“Well, you have a lot to learn then” said Pat. “But maybe this will be your big weekend” she said with a wink. “Oh I don’t I replied, but at least we’ll have a little privacy, and we won’t be in the back of a car.” I answered. “I’m really nervous about it, neither of us know much and I don’t want it to be a bad experience for her”

“That’s sweet” said Pat, “but don’t put that much pressure on yourself. Just enjoy it” and don’t be someone you aren’t.

“But all my friends have been at it for years, and I hear all the stories they tell” I was starting to fidget in my seat. The conversation was a little too personal, but the beer was making me feel a little less nervous, and Pat seemed to honestly want to give me some friendly advise. “Problem is, I told Katy I wasn’t a virgin. She thinks I’m going to know what I’m doing”

“We all protect the truth to some extent Pat said. For instance, that magazine I caught you with”

“I Know, I’m sorry Pat” I interrupted.

“No, what I was saying is that I knew that it wasn’t your magazine, I know you pulled it out of Mike’s bedside table. I’m surprised I didn’t notice it was missing looking for it myself! After a couple glasses of wine with lunch, a couple weeks without Sex and the thought of a hot young stud peeking in at me, what more could you expect” she grinned.

“Oh” was all I could say in return.

“Don’t believe that women don’t enjoy that Sort Of thing too!” Pat giggled. She was noticeably enjoying teasing me and although I was still very uncomfortable, I no longer was feeling threatened.

“You mean pornography, or playing with yourself? I asked.

“Both”, Pat Said.

“Oh” I replied again.

“Learning a lot today aren’t you?” Pat laughed.

“Boy that’s for sure” I said.

Pat got up, freshened her glass and brought me another beer. “Does drinking do anything to the baby while you are breast feeding?” I asked.

“Well, I have a stock pile of milk that I’ve pumped, and I try not to give the baby breast milk after I’ve been drinking. But I did breast feed right after lunch the baby will sleep a bit more than usual this afternoon.” Now it was getting more apparent, Pat was letting her hair down a bit today, it couldn’t be easy being a Mom at home alone with a Cop husband that was gone most days and nights.

“Unfortunately, right now I really need to pump again. Whatever I Pump, I’ll just pour down the sink. Sort of a waste” Pat laughed. With that, Pat wandered into the kitchen to get her pump.

“Want me to leave you alone for a little while Pat?” I called out across the room.

“If you are embarrassed, I can pump in another room said Pat as she was walking back into the Living room. But I’d sure enjoy the company”

“Look at this, I’m starting to leak all over myself” said Pat as she sat down on the couch next to me. She leaned up into the corner of the couch and kept right on chatting with me. “So, are you going to be spending the night with your girlfriend? Or is it just an after a movie sort of thing?” Pat asked.

Oh, I don’t think I can get away with spending the night” I said.

“Get a friend to give you an alibi. Trust me, a whole night will make you both enjoy the experience a whole lot more” Pat had pulled a straps to her sundress down and exposed her bra. She was fumbling with her bra at this point and had what looked like a funnel in her hand. I could see a nipple sticking out between the folds of her nursing bra and was hypnotized by the size of them.

“Get her some flowers, go out to dinner, really make an evening out of it, and you won’t be disappointed” Pat said as she was switching on the pump.

“Ok, I had thought we would just rent a movie and then sort of fool around after it”

“No, No, No, Damn it!” Pat said. “Argh!”

“Well, you are probably right, dinner out would be a good idea” I quickly said as she was voicing her disapproval.

“Oh, I’m sorry, yes, dinner is a better idea, but I was actually cursing at this cheap breast pump. It’s got these plastic rings that keep wearing out and making it worthless. Now I will have to squeeze the milk out by hand, which hurts, but is at least better than the pressure I’m feeling now”

“Maybe I can fix the pump” I said to Pat, still stealing glances at her breasts when she wasn’t looking.

“No, unless you are willing to breast feed, I’m going to be in pain until Mike comes home, he knows where the extra parts are” Pat said as she started to squeeze a nipple into a baby bottle. “I’m sorry, this must be embarrassing for you Pat said.

At that point, the beer and the hot sun earlier in the day had taken it’s toll and I was feeling pretty brazen. “No, I’m not embarrassed, closer to excited actually. I was ready to take you up on that breast feeding offer a minute ago” I said half jokingly.

Pat looked at me and smiled. “Are bahis şirketleri you serious, do you want a taste? Some men love it, some hate it”

Pat put a couple drops on her finger and said “Here, try it”

I slid over on the couch closer to her and licked the droplets off her finger. “Wow, that’s really sweet tasting” I said. “Hmmm tastes pretty good to me”

“Ok, I can’t believe I’m doing this” said Pat as she pulled her bra off unlatching it from the clasps in front. “I’m in enough pain from the pressure that I dan’t care though” she said as she cupped her left breast with her two hands. “Just suck gently and the milk will start to flow” she said.

I leaned over and took her nipple into my mouth. The feeling of the nipple alone was sensational. It was thick and meaty feeling at least an inch long as I started to suck it into my mouth. “No, get more of the breast in, not just the nipple” she said as I opened my mouth and sucked in some more.

“Ohhhh, that’s it”, she mumbled as I felt the milk start to flow. I sucked in and messaged her nipple with my tongue. Sucking in the warm fluid and swallowing. “Thank you” She said as she started to stroke my hair. “Are you okay with this?” Pat asked. I started to pull away to say yes, when she said, “Oh, please, just keep sucking”

I could feel Pat’s breathing getting faster as I sucked more on her nipples. Her heart was racing and she seemed to be holding back some moans and groans. I had been awkwardly leaning over to get the right angle on Pat’s tit. I readjusted and got myself laying on my hip bracing myself up with my left elbow. I then took my free hand and rested it on pats hip, somewhat innocently massaging her hip and sliding my hand toward her ass. She let out some more moans of approval and I wrapped my other hand around her back.

I had been getting hard since Pat’s discussions turned to sex. When Pat suggested I breast feed, I had to cross my legs to hide my hard-on. As soon as Pat actually put her breast in my mouth, I felt like I was about to cum. I literally had to keep myself from brushing against the couch too much in order to keep from spilling a load in my shorts.

I already had no shirt on and Pat’s hands moved from caressing my head to my shoulders. With each suck of my mouth and every stoke of my hand across her hips, Pat responded in kind across my shoulders and back. As Pat’s hands moved across my back toward my chest, I began pushing the loose cloth of her sundress up.

Pat began to play with my nipples as I slid a hand under her dress, feeling the thrill of bare skin my heart raced. Pat continued moaning and started to talk out load to me. “That’s it sweetheart, suck on me. Suck that milk out, Ohhhh that feels wonderful” she said.

“Do you like sucking on my milky tits” Pat asked. I responded with a nod and she said, “Good, I knew you would” Pat then reached down and slipped a hand under the elastic of my shorts. “Ohhh god, you are so hard aren’t you” Pat softly circled her hand around my cock inside my shorts, gently stroking it.

“Is this what you have been thinking about when you were in the bathroom?” Pat asked. I mumbled yes and shook my head. “I’ve been thinking about this too,” she said. “It’s been driving me crazy seeing you outside my bedroom window with your shirt off while I’m stuck in this house all day. I’ve been wet for a week just thinking about how I could get into your pants”

“Is this how you do it” Pat said as she stroked my cock, pushing my shorts down. “Were you thinking about fucking me?” Pat asked. “Mmmmmph, yes” I replied.

“You wanted to fuck a real woman, didn’t you?” Pat teased me. “You knew I could show you all the things that your little girlfriends don’t know.”

“Yes, I said” as I came up for some air.

Pat reached down and kissed me, we began probing each other’s mouths with our tongues just the way I had with my girlfriends. After a couple minutes of kissing, she said, “Oh, god, Mike and I hardly ever kiss anymore”

Pat started nibbling on my ears and kissing my neck. She was still stroking my cock and I was back to breast feeding on the other tit. In a throaty voice, Pat asked me if I liked her underwear. “mmmm, yes I mumbled. She spread her legs open and put my hand between them. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. Her panties were completely soaked. As she guided my hand, I suddenly realized she was wearing crotchless panties. I slipped a finger between opening and her mounds and realized she was clean shaven as well. I began sliding a finger up and down her slick slit and she moaned with approval.

As I continued to breast feed, she pushed my hand down hard against her slit. I had been teasing her, not pushing a finger in and just gently bumping her clit on the upstrokes. She seemed to have a little “mini” orgasm as she grabbed my hand and pressed down. When she released me, she asked, “do you want to learn how to eat a woman?” “Yes, I’ve always wanted to do that” I said as I slid off the couch onto the floor in front of her.

“Just go slowly, remember, this isn’t a race” she told me as I put my hands on her thighs and started to spread her legs. “Breath in the aroma, kiss my thighs and work your way in slowly” she instructed me.

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