She Wants a Quickie

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She Wants a QuickieThis is a work of fiction which means none of this ever happened. The picture was abandoned here on XH and I have no idea who she is other than a beautiful mature body that many of us would love to fuck.“Can you come over right away,” she asked me over the phone, “I just need a quickie.”“Quickie, I have a quickie for you,” I thought but then in my professional carpet and upholstered furniture cleaning voice said, “You need an estimate on cleaning service?”“Well I do need some service,” she said. I could tell from her voice that she was more towards middle age and these are often my best cleaning jobs. They know what they want and are willing to pay for my services. Unlike the younger set that want to negotiate the price and are never happy when the job is finished.We made arrangements to come over in a half hour as she was close to my shop. I had everything in the truck so hung the sign in the shop window indicating I was out on a call and headed out to her home. It was a older neighborhood, the post WWII sort of row of tidy but small homes that had popped up one after another.I rang the bell and true to my impression was a woman in her mid forties. She was wearing a loose dress that did nothing for her other than cover her slightly round figure, yet she was attractive and her smile could warm the coldest heart. I introduced myself and with clip board in hand was ushered into the house. “My name is Betty, please follow me.” She said as I watched the dress sway across her round backside. I detected a bit of nervousness in her voice but decided she was probably uncomfortable showing a strange man down the hall of her home.The house was neat and tidy and I could tell by the furnishings that she was probably living with an elderly parent. “Can you show me to what you needed cleaned,” I asked.“Yes, right in here,” she said as she took me down the hallway to a bedroom at the far end. Just like the living room the furniture and accessories spoke of an elderly person. “This was my mother’s room, she passed away two months ago and I simply need it cleaned up before I make it my room.” She said. And for the first time her smile faded a bit.“I am so sorry for your loss,” I said. “Thank you, I lived here with Mom for her last years and I do miss her but it is time to try to put some of it behind me. My husband, well we are divorced so this will be my home.” Sometimes clients want to give me more information than I need and this was the case. The expression on her face when she mentioned her husband told me all I needed to know. She was hurt by it and I really hoped she would just drop it there.“Are you keeping that chair or is it just the carpet.” I could see an old chair that in my opinion was beyond cleaning and hoped she didn’t want me to try to rescue it from what should be the trash heap.“Oh no, that old thing is going out to the curb on trash pick-up day.” She said with her smile returning.“There are a couple stains on the carpet and I hope you can get them out as I love the carpet. When you have finished whatever it is you need to do to give me the estimate I have another little quickie down the hall in my bedroom on the left, I will wait for you there.” She said and left me to measure and inspect.I made a few notes and determined that the stains were simple to get out and after writing this room up on the form I left the main bedroom and walked down the hall to the room she mentioned. As I stepped into the room I saw her setting on a mauve alanya escort colored wing back style chair. Her dress was lying on the floor beside the bed and she was wearing a sheer white bra and a string bikini panty and I could clearly see her nipples through the bra. I looked down at my clipboard, “Oh excuse me,” I said, “I took a wrong turn.” And started backing out of the room.“No you didn’t take a wrong turn,” she said. “My friend Marge told me that you provided her with your services and said you knew how to provide a quickie and were very discrete.”I looked up again, the panty was as sheer as the bra and her crease was as visible through the sheer fabric as her nipples. Her strawberry blond hair touched her bare shoulders and she had this look that can only be described as desperately horny.“I don’t know a person named Marge,” I said, “perhaps you have me confused. I am Larry from A-1 Cleaning Services.” I said holding the clip board down in from of my growing erection. I had no idea who her friend had used but obviously I needed to add to my list of services if this sort of thing was to be expected. She was very attractive and by her stance and expression she obviously had used the word quickie as some sort of code given to her by her friend.The look on her face was shock and disappointment. She seemed unable to move beyond the security of the chair. She closed her legs that had been parted slightly and raised her arm to cover her breasts. “I don’t understand,” she said, “Marge told me you provided this service if I mentioned a quickie.” Her face was flushed with embarrassment yet she did not move from her chair. She glanced at the table beside the chair, “Oh dear,” she said, “I am such an old fool the note said A Cleaning Service and I looked it up on the internet and found your number. She didn’t give me the phone number.”Her hand trembled as she pushed the note toward me as if I read the note the embarrassment would vanish. As I took the note saw a bit of modest cleavage under her arm. I caught the scent of her musky perfume which she must have splashed on when she was getting ready for her quickie. In a less than neat penmanship I read the note and it read, “I used a Cleaning Service, ask for a quickie.” I turned the paper over and there was a smudgy phone number written in pencil and it was not mine.I took a step towards Betty, “I am so sorry I embarrassed you by not being who you expected,” I said and held out the note for her. I didn’t mention the number on the back because she already seemed to feel horrible about the mistake. I wanted to blurt out that I could certainly have sex with you because you are fucking sexy setting in that chair in your bra and panties. Instead I let my fingers speak to her. As she took the note from me I grasped her finger tips and she looked up at me having read the unspoken signal.Her natural complexion was somewhat like her hair color in the sense that she had this natural glow that I found very appealing. Her flushed look from her embarrassment enhanced this glow. Her blue eyes sparkled in the light of the lamp on the table and I read her expression as one of hope, desire, and yes LUST. It was obvious that this step of calling someone for a quickie had weighed heavily on her. Being a middle aged divorced woman probably left her unable to easily get back into dating yet still having sexual desire.I held her finger tips for several seconds and then I noticed her drop her arm that was covering her alanya escort bayan breasts. I moved my clipboard that was covering my very obvious erection. Her eyes followed the movement of my hand holding the clip board and a smile returned to her face as she looked at the bulge in my pants. I grasped her hand and pulled her to her feet.I placed the clipboard on the table and pulled her to me. Her skin was soft and supple and I felt her press her pelvis against my erection as our lips met. The scent of her perfume would have been enough to arouse me and now her nearly naked body was in my arms as I parted my lips in anticipation of her acceptance to my approach.Our tongues met and instinct took over for both of us. My arms were around her as we kissed and I moved one hand slowly down her back until I felt the elastic waistband of her very sheer and very silky panty. She broke the kiss and buried her face between my neck and shoulder, “you don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.” She said trembling as my fingers traced a line along the crack of her panty covered butt.“I know,” I whispered, “you don’t have to do this either if you don’t want.” And I let my fingers slip inside the panty as I caressed her pert backside. She was in remarkable condition for a woman in her 40’s. Her skin was tight and soft as silk. She pulled back and I looked into her pretty blue eyes and a smile came over her face as her hand moved to my erection still confined to my trousers.“I need this so badly,” Betty said, “I am tired of my fingers and imagination. I need a man and since you are here, well you know. She moved her other hand down and unbuckled and dropped my pants around my ankles. I moved a hand to her perky breast still covered in the sheer bra. Her nipple responded to my touch and then she knelt in front of me.I watched as if this was some porn video as she peeled my briefs down releasing my modest erection. I wasn’t hung like a porn star but my hard cock pointed straight up and throbbed in time with my heart beat. I anticipated what came next. She expertly pulled my cock down to her waiting lips. Her tongue slid around my tip as she sucked me into her mouth and she moaned. It was a sound as if she was dying of thirst in the desert as she sucked me in slowly and relieved a long pent up need.My hands went to her head, not to control her movement, but as a reassurance that I found pleasure in her oral foreplay. What she did not know was this was the first time a woman had gone down on me for years and this would be the first sex with a woman in over a year. I needed her as badly as she needed me. We were first time lovers that both yearned for the touch of another.She looked up at me as she pulled off my cock, “let’s get in bed,” she said as she kissed the tip of my cock and I helped her to her feet. Although I would have loved a sloppy blow job I knew that there is only so much pleasure in a one way exchange of sexual gratification and moving to the bed meant I could hopefully give her what she needed most, a man between her legs. We embraced and kissed again. This time there was nothing tentative about sharing our tongues and I could feel the heat of her arousal as my cock slipped between her legs.The fact that she carried a few middle age pounds made her more attractive than some stick figure woman trying to look like a teenager. We rolled onto the bed where she pulled my shirt off. “May I?” I said as my hands went to the clasp on her bra strap. I did escort alanya not wait for an answer but unhooked her bra. The stretchy elastic pulled from my fingers and I watched as the bra loosened on her breasts. The gauzy thin fabric pulled away from her breasts that seemed untouched by gravity or age.I kissed her neck and then her shoulder. I looked in her eyes as I pulled a strap down from the bra releasing her breast. She gave me an approving smile and I could see the anticipation in her eyes as my fingers found her taut nipple. Her skin was soft and flushed looking which I realized was her natural skin tone. I kissed my way to her nipple and when I sucked it between my lips she gasped and pressed it hard against my lips.Her hand went to my cock and she stroked it softy. “I want this in me,” Betty said, “I can’t wait a second longer.” I rolled her onto her back and rose to my knees. She responded by parting her legs and as I knelt between them she pulled her sheer panty aside revealing a spare bit of reddish hair just above her slit. I moved close and let the tip of my cock slide through that hairy patch and then down her wet slit.She raised her knees and spread her legs in anticipation of my initial thrust into her waiting pussy. I rested on my elbows as I slid into her and felt her tremble as I began to slowly thrust in and out of her. She was tight around my cock and I hoped I would not cum before bringing her the orgasm she seemed to need. She responded by arching her back to meet each thrust. It was as I said, instinct took over and it was as if we had been lovers all our life.I felt her genuine need for her sexual release and she responded as if she knew exactly how I would move in and out of her. We kissed again, a long passionate kiss and then I felt her tremble all over. She pulled off my lips, “Oh yes Larry, I am going to cummmmm,” she hissed as I felt her orgasm take over her body. I had not thought until that moment that perhaps I should have worn a condom or at least checked to see if she was on the pill. It was too late as I wondered if we’d need to buy her a Plan B.I felt my prostate take over and without hesitation I thrust all the way into her orgasmic pussy and blew my load into her. I groaned as only a man can when he releases inside a woman and she clawed at my back and then down onto my ass. She made no attempt to push my pulsing cock out of her but instead pulled me tighter against her. When my spent cock slipped out of her I rolled off her.As we both caught our breath I felt her move her hand and saw her release her panty back in place to catch our fluids as she rolled on top of me. Her legs straddled mine and she kissed me gently. I could feel her wet panty pressed against me and the fading heat of her arousal. “You are the first man to make love to me in over 10 years. It has been so long I thought I forgot how.” Betty said finishing with a kiss.I put my arms around her and moved my hands down to her panty covered ass and said, “I don’t think you forgot a single thing.”“If you need to go,” Betty said, “I understand. I might have taken too much of your time. You can send me a bill for your service.” She smiled and then got this serious look as if she had said something wrong.“I won’t bill you for the carpet cleaning until it is completed, perhaps you will need additional service when I return with my equipment.” I said and watched her smile again at my sexual innuendo laden comment’ A smile of relief for not embarrassing either of us with her willingness to pay for sex. “Then we need to set a date,” she said and I felt her grind her pelvis against me, “and you can bring your carpet cleaning equipment with you as well, perhaps you can plan on a longer stay next time.

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