GroundHog Day (closed for Rhev)

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She rarely had alcohol on hand, and seeing him glance around, trying not to look at her boobs, well she opted to be bold. There was no time like the present, and she shrugged her breasts shifting under her top, and he knew as well as she that she was wearing nothing under her shorts.

Maggie knew at certain times of month her nipples would seep a little, nothing major, just enough to leave a white creamy film on her tits, but it was enough to make former boyfriends suck harder.

"Do you like milk?" she murmured casually pulling her tank top off, noticing that there were indeed white creamy substance in the pebbly texture of her hard nipples. "Walter?" she asked as he had gone very still as if in shock.

 

[rhev]

Walter froze, he wasn't sure how to handle this. Her creamy white breasts were capped with swollen pink nipples. The very crest of those tiny buds was capped with a pin prick of white liquid.

His mouth dropped open and his hand that had been under the running water of the sink grabbed onto the faucet. She called his name and he realized he had frozen up. He took his hand out of the now hot water and turned off the sink.

"I don't um... I don't know ..." he said his morality warring with his lust. But if Maggie was observant, she'd notice the bulge in his coveralls. And even if she wasn't she couldn't help but notice the way he stared and then licked his lips.

 

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She moved to sit on the kitchen counter top, positioning her breasts less than a foot away from his mouth. Cupping her full breasts, presenting them as a reward, the swollen nipples perfectly topped with trace amounts of sweet white cream. "I doubt it will be a problem if you are lactose intolerant," though she doubted any man would turn down breast milk due to an issue with cow milk.

"Walter, it isn't polite to make a lady wait." She bit her lower lip, wondering if calling herself a lady was too much.

 

[rhev]

Walter hadn't been with a woman in over nine years since his wife had left him. Here was a hot young peice of ass offering him.... well.... her tits at the very least. He wasn't going to pass that up. "No ma'am, i suppose it isn't," he said.

He moved towards her, cupping her tits with each hand before descencing on one. Locking his lips around one of the pert nipples, he allowed his tongue to play across it. The tiny bead of milk there was sweet, sugary almost, and it made him suck on her nipples hard, as if desperate for more. He rolled the woman's tit in his hand as he sucked, then switched to the other. He was again rewarded with a tiny taste of sugary sweet milk. He was so focused on her tits that he didn't notice the damp spot growing in the crotch of her shorts. Of course Maggie knew about that growing wetness.

 

[intriguess]

His mouth was an interesting mix of soft and strong, rough and gentle, eager and patient. Maggie hadn't been with an older man since before Dave when she was going through a Daddy phase, and she had forgotten the pleasure of an older man's touch. The rest of her body was responding, the thin knit shorts stretched tight against her body, a nice wet camel toe. She moaned softly, just enjoying his tongue and touch.

She hadn't decided on more than just this, but doubted she would resist if he wanted to taste other parts of her body, as the scent of her desire tickled her nose. She hoped he didn't think she was a slut, then realized she didn't care, and that truly it didn't matter since tomorrow would be today again.

 

[rhev]

Walter spent several minutes lavishing attention on the young woman's breasts. His hands caressed and fondled whichever wasn't in his mouth. But after a while the tiny drops of milk stopped appearing despite the suction he'd give them. The woman didn't seem to be giving him any further direction so he wasn't sure what this was. She might be some sort of kinky pervert who enjoyed having her tits sucked, or she might be some horny housewife angling for the plumber to clean her pipes.

He straightened and looked into her face. Liking his lips he said, "Thank you, that was a tasty treat. But now I do find myself ... hungry... for more. If you've anything else to offer that is."

 

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Maggie smiled at him, enjoying this flirtation, because all of the danger had been taken out. Or at least she hoped so, Walter could turn out to be some pyscho perv, and make her wish she'd never offered. She doubted it though, his soft tone and polite manner of speaking had her all warm inside. It was like seducing the sweet old widow next door from when she was growing up.

She took a deep breath in, filling her nose with the scent of her own arousal, sure why not she thought, as she suggestively said, "Well if you have time for pie, I might have some cool whip in the fridge to top off a warm piece of heaven."

His hands were still toying with her nipples, as if he didn't really want to stop unless she made him. Maggie smiled, wondering if he would remove her shorts, go to the fridge, or walk away.

 

[rhev]

Walter chuckled, "Time? Miss, I'm on the clock. I'm getting paid for this!"

He openly laughed, partially because he knew what he was doing was wrong on so many levels, but also because he simply didn't care. He'd offer the job at half rate if he got himself a slice of this one. He turned and looked at the fridge, then realized she was playing with herself decided to take her literally and went and got the coolwhip from the fridge.

 

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Maggie wriggled out her her soaked shorts, thinking at least she didn't have to worry about laundry, she moved to the table, laying back, leaving her pussy just at the edge. He was a sweet man, and she was going to provide him with a sweet treat. She had thought she noticed a bulge, and wondered if she should offer to help him clear out his pipes, or at maybe join her in the shower.

Either way it was nice to be touched reverently, as if there was no tomorrow, because even if there was she probably wouldn't be seducing Walter again. It was just a lucky coincidence that she was home, and horny when he arrived.

 

[rhev]

Oblivious to her inner debate, Walter took no time dipping his thick fingers into the tub of cool whip and then smearing it on her slick labia. "I'm suddenly starved" he said before planting his face in her cream covered snatch. He licked the whipped cream off, letting his tounge dart into her snatch and curl around her folds.

"Mmmmm, sweet and tangy," he said as he slathered more on and again descended. But before long he was stopping to add more cream, more interested in Maggie's natural flavor.

 

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She knew he was hooked when he went at her without bothering with the cream. Maggie knew she tasted good, even on her worst days, and today was not her worst day for her pussy. It was a small favor that she was closer to ovulating than menstruating, even though she was fucking horny at both extremes of her cycle.

She purred, stretched, relaxing enjoying getting all worked up, his fingers had remained outside and she grinned, arching her back and purring, "You know if you stick a finger in the pie you might get more hot sweet juices to come out."

The pie analogy was fun, and she was glad despite his age that he was quite adept at eating pussy.

 

[rhev]

Walter didn't need much coaxing, he slid his middle finger into her slick puss, then seeing how easily it went in, added his pointer. He slid them back and forth as he licked at the wetness of her lips. "Like this?" He asked, "Or did I need to use my thumb?" Inwardly he groaned. Why had he said that? Was he really making a reference to 'little jack horner?" He was going to fuck this up if he wasn't careful.

He instead leaned in and gave her his full oral attention so that he wouldn't say anything that stupid again.

 

[intriguess]

"Well it's not a fruit pie, and it's not a cream pie at least not yet," she wondered if he even knew what a cream pie was as she arched her back, feeling his fingers explore. He was so gently as to make her feel like she was seducing a knowledgable but inexperienced man. But she knew that wasn't true. though his experiences were undoubtedly not as varied as her own.

"I'm so hot," she purred, enjoying his mouth and fingers upon her much younger body.

 

[rhev]

He stopped licking her and looked up, "Not a cream pie?" His dick was fully engorged, "If you'd like to move to the bedroom I can change that for you." He grinned, his face slick from her cum.

Then when she said she was so hot he slid his fingers a few times back and forth, "Well you can always take a cold shower, or hot now actually, or we could go over to the bedroom and I could see if i could ... do something else about it."

There was no way around it, he wanted to fuck her bad.

 

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"Do we have to move to the bedroom?" she had just gotten used to the feel of the table beneath her, and she'd never been fucked on the table, and the height was definetly right for sex. "I want you to quench my heat with your cock," she almost called it a hose, but that seemed a little over the top. No one could see them, the only window in her appartment was into her bedroom and then unless someone was looking with a telescope from the high rise across the street, no one could see her and she kept her curtains open.

 

[rhev]

Walter shrugged and began undoing his coveralls. He was wearing plain whites under his coveralls. He let the coveralls dropped to the floor. His hard cock was already bobbing through the opening on his white boxer shorts.

"No, we don't have to move." He said as he pressed in close to her, "Um... do you... have any protection?" he asked sheepishly?

 

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"Walter," she said propping hersself up on her elbows. "It will be impossible to quench me properly with a condom, and impossible to make a cream pie with one. Are you really worried about catching something from a one time romp with a hot redhead?"

She made no mention of pregnancy, "I'm a regular blood donor if it soothes your morals," Maggie sighed, then licked her lips. "You can go check out my donor card in my purse if you want." She wanted him bare, raw, to fell him fill her, but if he insisted she could roll with that.

"There is probably a condom in my purse if you insist."

 

[rhev]

"Fuck it" he said. He wasn't going to live forever anyways. She could be lying, but He didn't particularly care at this point. "Nah, you're right." With that he shoved his cock forwards, it easily slid into her wet cunny. He wasn't very well endowed, and his erection was not as hard as she'd like, especially with the memories of Dave in her head. But he did groan appreciatively as he slid into her wetness. He did seem to have a hard time dealing with the table top, and couldn't get the angle quite right. Or so Maggie thought till the combination of the angle and his somewhat smaller cock hit a sweet spot. His thrusting was driving the head of his cock right into her G spot.

 

[intriguess]

She smiled, playing with her tits, feeling him slide in, good thing she was tight or she might have missed the feel of him sliding inside her. He was no Dave, and she considered seeing him again. Walter seemed a little off with her being on the table, but eventually their bodies aligned and the tip of his cock was making solid contact with her g-spot. She recalled what it had felt like to squirt, and even as she craved it she knew he wasn't likely to manage that.

He was doing really good all things considered and she moaned his name, as loud as she wanted, not caring who heard, feeling a freedom of being able to shout during her orgasm.

 

[rhev]

Walter was going to have to tell the landlord of this building he'd give them a discount any time he needed work. Any chance to fuck this redheaded slut again. Maybe she would be interested in going out with him... nah... he was sure she wouldn't be.

He didn't care. He simply gripped the table and fucked her for several minutes before he shuddered and came, blowing his load inside her as they had talked about. He groaned and pulled out, his cock already softening and dripping thick globs of white cum.

 

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It was over sooner than she liked, but the feel of his warm cum was reward enough and she smiled up at him. "Thanks Walter, I really needed a good tending to, now about that cream pie? Or do you just want to shower?" It was a moment, but she was going to enjoy it, and him as much as she could in the time she had. She'd learned from Dave there was no point to mess with his head and make him reject her first.

 

[rhev]

Walter was still panting heavily, and he scootched back a few feet till he was leaning on her counter. "Actually," he said, his face sheepish, "I've uh... Well I've got a lot of work to do . I probably should go. I mean... um... if you... maybe wanted to go out some time?"

 

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"Oh right," she bit her lower lip, slowly sitting up, crossing her legs, keeping the cum inside for the moment. "Maybe you could bring something by for dinner tonight, help me try out the shower?" She had no idea how she looked, naked, freshly fucked, timidly offering to have him back for dinner.

Not that she wouldn't go out, it just seemed like a waste of time today. When she could focus her efforts on getting to know the sweet plumber, rather than wasting time on social niceties.

 

[rhev]

Walter shrugged and picked up his coveralls, stepping into them. "Yeah, that'd be great... um... you never told me your name? I can bring by whatever you'd like, pizza?" He shrugged into his coveralls looking at her nude form and debating if he'd be simply better off just disappearing and not coming back over.

 

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"Maggie," she held out her hand and smiled, feeling goofy about the encounter but not regretting one moment of it. "I prefer sausage and black olives on my pizza." She slipped off the table, some cum sliding down her inner thigh. "If you decide to dine alone," she kissed him lightly on the mouth, "It was nice to meet you Walter."