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The Sign

In offering a straggler a home repair job in exchange for food led to a day of extreme pleasure.

The scribbling on the cardboard sign read “Will Work for Food.” The tanned shirtless muscled body holding the sign gleamed with greasy sweat under the hot summer sun and his golden body caught my eye. 

At that very moment as I neared him I remembered that I did have those creaky boards on my backyard deck that needed repair. My foot went immediately to the brake pedal and my red convertible Beemer skidded to a stop at the side of the road sending gravel and dust flying into the air ten or so yards from where he stood. Glancing over my right shoulder and pulling my long dark windblown hair back from my face, I lowered my sunglasses down my nose and watched the young blonde haired man walking towards my car in s slow easy gait. 

When he reached my car I asked him, “What kind of work do you do?”

He had a lot of sandy colored hair, amazing deep blue eyes and a full sensual bottom lip. He was very good looking up close. “I’m good at just about anything,” he replied confidently with just a touch of southern twang. 

“I just bet you are,” I said, shifting in my seat while squaring my shoulders and thrusting out my chest a bit. His upper torso looked so sexy he should have been arrested for indecent exposure to be standing out under the sun without a shirt on. “I have a few creaky boards on my back deck that is in need of repair. You any good with a hammer?”

“Hammering is one of my specialties,” he said with a brilliant white smile that struck me like a sexual innuendo. But then my mind was already in the gutter from just looking at him. 

“Go get your stuff,” I said to him. 

He went back to grab what he had, then came back to the car, tossing his duffle bag and cardboard sign into the back seat. He opened the passenger door and got in. He looked to be around my age.

“How old are you if you don’t mind me asking?” I said as I pulled the shifter back into gear. 

“Twenty-four. How old are you?” he asked.

“A couple of years older than you.”

“You look good,” he said to me. 

“Thanks,” I replied. “Are you around here or just drifting through?”

“Heading back to Dallas. I was working with a construction outfit south of Miami and due to some work shortage they had to let me go. I don’t have a car, obviously, and I ran low on cash so I have to hitch my way back.”

“Sorry to hear that. I’ll pay you well for your work… that is if you do a good job.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll have your deck just like new when I’m finished with it.”

He sounded confident in himself and I trusted he’d do a good job. On the twenty minute drive to my house I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road. Maybe it was just me being horny as I usually get when I get close to that time of month, but he seemed to reek with sexual appeal and I couldn’t stop glancing over at him. His jeans rode low on his hips enough that the white band of his briefs contrasted with his tanned flesh. 

When we got to my house I led him out to my back deck and showed him where the boards were loose and showed him to where the bucket of nails and the claw hammer was inside my garage. 

“If you need any more tools, they are here on the work bench.”

“Yes ma’am, I’ll get right on it,” he replied again, bringing another sexual innuendo to my mind with that sexy smile. 

He got what he needed and headed to the back deck. In the meantime I pulled a couple of cold beers from the fridge and brought them out with me. “It’s hot as hell out here today. I brought you a beer,” I said to him as he was pulling out the old rusty nails on the loose boards. 

He raised a hand shading his eyes from the sun then reached for the cold longneck bottle from my left hand. I took a drink from mine and he did the same. “I didn’t ask your name,” I said to him after I licked the beer from my lips. 

“Johnny. “Yours?” 

“Sara,” I answered as I watched him lifting the bottle back to his mouth. I took another sip of my beer and nearly choked on it as I watched his Adams apple working up and down his throat in a sexy display as he guzzled down his beer. 

“Uh, I guess you’re hungry,” I said to him. 

He looked up at me again as he knelt at my feet with his eyes running the length of my feminine curves. His heated gaze caused my twat to tingle. “I could eat,” he said, and I had to wonder if he was talking about food or me. 

“Well, come inside when you’re finished. Drinking that cold beer in the hot sun on an empty stomach might make you light headed, and I wouldn’t want you to think that I was trying to take advantage of you.”

“Never crossed my mind,” he said with his eyes looking up and down my body once again. “I’ll be there shortly.”

When he finished he planted a booted foot on the boards that he nailed and they didn’t sag or creak anymore. When he came inside he sat at the kitchen table and watched me cook. I made him a steak and he savored it, taking a long time to chew and swallow each piece. He made it look erotic with his slow bites and groans of satisfaction. 

Setting his glass down on the table, he leaned back in the chair. He patted his stomach, drawing my eyes to his washboard abs. “I think that meal was worth more than the work I did. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“I’m not sure. What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“You seem a little tense. I give great massages.”

“Did I hear you right?” I asked as my eyes widened to what I just heard.

“You sure did Sara. Of course if that makes you feel uncomfortable, I understand.”

“I didn’t say that. Are you suggesting a full body massage?”

“Is there any other kind?” he smiled as he asked. 

“Uh… well, I do have some tenseness in a few different places. But if you really want to give me a massage, give me a couple of minutes to get ready before you come into the bedroom. 

“Not a problem. Mind if I have another beer while I wait?”

“Help yourself,” I said, pointing at the fridge. “I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

I went into the bedroom wondering if I was just dreaming all of this while I took off my clothes. If I was just dreaming I didn’t want to wake up. A minute or two later I was lying face down on my bed with a pristine white towel across my buttocks as my only covering. My mouth turned dry and my hands began to sweat. I was already a wreck as I called for him to come in. 

My body tensed when I heard him coming through the doorway. The bed dipped as Johnny knelt next to my feet, causing me to flinch nervously. 

“Are you comfortable there Sweetie?” he asked before touching me.


Then, lifting my foot, he began at my toes, gently massaging each digit. Although his hands were work hardened and calloused, his touch was gentle and sensuous and by the time he reached the sole of my foot my pussy was pulsing. I was sure I would leave a wet spot on the sheets. This was obviously not the first time he’s massaged a woman. He seemed to know exactly what to do. His hands ran with a gentle touch as they skimmed up the backs of my calves and thighs. He massaged my feet and legs, causing my skin to tingle everywhere he touched. Dexterous thumbs ran under the towel and the blunt tips traced the curve of my ass. I must have held my breath the entire time as a lengthy groan escaped from the depths of my gut when his hands left my body. 

I prayed he wasn’t finished yet. Then, shifting position on the bed, he moved up and began to work on my lower back. I realized how very large his hands were as his thumbs rode over each vertebra while using his fingers to skim my rib cage.

“Oh, that feels so good,” I moaned and squirmed under his touch. It was enough to cause my pussy to drip and my nipples to harden against the sheets of the bed. 

“I’m glad you are enjoying this. Do you have any oil?” he asked. 

“Yes, uh, in the bathroom, on the sink counter is a bottle of baby oil.” I started to roll to one side as I pointed and I knew his eyes didn’t miss the curve of my breast.

He left for the bathroom and returned momentarily. This time he knelt with one knee between my legs, his knee almost touching my weeping pussy. I had my face between my pillows when he returned and it wasn’t until he knelt between my legs that I realized the absence of his jeans when I felt his warm skin rubbing between my thighs. I didn’t make a comment about it and I wondered if he was still wearing his briefs, but I didn’t have the nerve to turn and look. 

Rubbing his hands together, he warmed the oil before applying it to my back. He started at my shoulders and worked his way to the small of my back. That’s when I realized the towel was no longer in place and I hadn’t even felt him removing it. This time his touch was not one of a simple massage but like a lover as his fingers trailed along the sides of my breasts. He shifted my arms to lie straight out from my body and when he rubbed the oil down the sides of my torso, he lowered his body over mine and I had my answer. No briefs. He was as naked as I was. 

A fully aroused cock lay nestled against the crack of my ass and then some. My heart began pounding like a bass drum inside my chest and the juices inside my pussy continued to leak onto the sheets. I wiggled under him as though I was begging him to thrust his cock inside me and end my torment. I couldn’t remember the last time I was feeling this hot, wet, and needy. 

He moved his head closer to mine and his teeth nibbled my ear. “You okay with this?”

I bit my lower lip and nodded my head. I didn’t trust myself to speak. He rolled me over onto my back and knelt between my legs and I got my first good look at his cock, a thick wide rod jutting up from a nest of sandy curls. My heart was in my throat as I anxiously awaited the deep penetration I knew was coming. 

His oily hands massaged my breasts, teasing my nipples, causing them to protrude into hardened nuggets. Moving forward and lowering himself between my splayed legs, he pressed the blunt head of his cock against my clit in a teasing caress and I bucked trying to lodge his thick meaty pole where I wanted it. He felt my impatience and withdrew enough to graze the tip of his cock downward along my slickened slit, trailing my juice down towards my ass. 

Growing more impatient I growled. “Quit teasing.”

“Then tell me what you want,” he said looking down at me.

“You know what I want.”

“Tell me Sara. Say Johnny, fuck me, fuck me hard.”

I played his game. I’d say anything at this point. “Johnny, fuck me hard and fuck me deep. Show me what kind of stud you are.”

That was more than enough for him to send his first thrust burrowing deep into my cunt. My eyes widened and my breath hitched in my throat as I felt the swift sudden length of his cock stretching my tight cunt. I was so hot and ready for him that his second long stroke, submerging slowly this time, sent me over the edge. I tossed my head back and clenched my thighs as I cried out feeling the sudden waves of pleasure washing through me. I’ve never had an orgasm this quickly before. This was more than amazing and I reached my arms around him and caressed him between my thighs. 

Johnny stayed deep inside me while he waited for me to recover. He kissed me for the first time and I shivered as my mouth opened to take his tongue inside. After a lengthy kiss, he got off of me and made me turn over and gave me a slap on the ass. 

“Get on your fours so I can play with your tits while I fuck your wet cunt.” 

His words came to me with authority. I blinked and did as he said. His strong calloused hands caressed the tender cheeks of my ass with just a hint of a threat as I pushed up on my knees. Again, he slipped into my juiced up cunt and reached so deep he hit my cervix, causing a sharp pain where the blunt head of his cock hit, but I didn’t complain. He slapped my ass again, grabbing my attention and my body jerked. 

“You like this, don’t you Sara? Getting fucked doggie style by a man you picked up,” he said reaching under me and grabbing my hanging tits as he moved his cock in and out of me.

“I’ve never done anything like this before Johnny,” I whimpered.

“But you’ll do it again,” he said thrusting his cock a bit harder into me while pulling on my nipples.

A scream escaped my lips as the pleasure of his hands and cock continued to rack my brain. “I don’t know.”

“Sure you do,” he said slowing his strokes. 

“Oh fuck… don’t stop,” I pleaded as I felt another climax building. My thighs quivered and my pussy pulsed as I pushed back against him.

His hands left my tits and grabbed hold of my hips. He thrusted faster and harder, causing me to moan with each stroke until I erupted a second time. The peak this time went higher than the first and I trembled uncontrollably, the muscles in my pussy clenching his cock mercilessly. Johnny’s shout of release followed abruptly as his hot cum filled my pussy. 

We both collapsed on the bed. He rolled over onto his back, his chest rising and falling as he recaptured his breath. His legs were splayed wide and his cock was shrinking some, shimmering with my juices and his cum.

“That was good,” he said to me as I laid next to him.

“Damn good,” I groaned trying to regain my breath as well.

“You want more?” he asked looking over at me.

“Can you do it?” I asked feeling the excitement of his question stirring up my pussy once more. 

“Get down there and suck this back to life and I’ll show you.”

I eyed his member and saw a promising twitch. It did look appetizing as I crawled between his thighs. Before I could lower my lips, he was already showing signs of resurgence. My lips stretched around his thick girth and I tasted the semi-sweet combination of his cum and my juices. I moaned a sound of hunger as I took his cock deeper into my mouth and started bobbing my head. 

“You look hot with your lips wrapped around my cock baby. Your mouth feels good.”

He made me feel hot and desirable. Devouring his cock made me feel like a hot sexy slut which I didn’t mind being at the moment and I began to slurp, circling the plum head with my tongue. Mmm, sucking his cock back to life was my aphrodisiac. His hands wrapped in my hair. “Deeper baby… harder,” he urged me with his words. 

His hands urged my mouth down on his cock, urging me to take it into my throat. I managed to do it but his girth was so thick I nearly gagged in my effort. Then I brought his cock from my mouth and licked his shaft while paying special attention to the heavy vein that ran up the underside. I took his cock back into my mouth and sucked it hard for a few minutes more.

“Fuck!” He yanked at my hair. “You have to stop.” His throbbing member popped from my mouth. “I got other plans for this load that I’m packing.”

“Really?” I grinned.

“You stay right where you are,” he said and swung one leg over my head and moved behind me.  “Now you lay that pretty little face against that pillow. Yeah, that’s right and bring these hips up here.”

He positioned me on my knees with my ass high in the air. “Oh yeah, I like this view. That hot creamy pussy just waiting to be eaten. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Feeling my tongue in your cunt?” he said parting my labia as he trailed a finger through my wet folds. 

“Yes… oh yes,” responded with a shudder.

His thumb rode my clit and I arched my back as I felt his hot breath fanning my exposed pussy.

“You smell delicious.” His tongue traced my labia before thrusting into my hole. It was all I could do to hold my hips still while he tongue fucked me, driving me crazy to no end. The raspy caress of his tongue ate at my control, turning my body to jello. When he pinched my clit between his teeth I saw stars and bucked wildly, creaming in his mouth, screaming out of control as my body climaxed. 

“That was good baby, but I’m not finished with you yet.”

I saw him reaching for the baby oil and slather his cock. I didn’t realize his intent until he pressed the head of the bottle between the cheeks of my ass and squeezed a good amount from the bottle. I gasped. The oil was cool and slick and dripped from my ass and down between my thighs. 

“Johnny, I don’t think…”

“Don’t think,” he interrupted and prodded my anus with the head of his cock. “You want this up your ass, don’t you?” he asked waiting for my go-ahead. 

“I’m good… Yes.” My voice was breathy with anticipation. 

The blunt head of his cock pressed forward and stretched my sphincter that soon gave way with a bit of effort and his thick member slid into my rectum. Fuck, he felt so huge it made me grimace to take it. But I took it while biting my bottom lip. 

He could tell I was tense. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll take it real slow.”

His oily cock edged a little further in. It felt like he was splitting me open. His thumbs rode down my spine from the nape of my neck to my ass and back up again. “Relax baby, it will be easier now.”

Both hands grasped my hips and he eased in balls deep. Stretched and stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey I could barely breathe. He eased back and the pressure receded. Then setting a rhythm that I could handle, his thick cock ravaged my ass. He thrust two fingers into my pussy, his thumb buffing my clit while he fingered my pussy and gave me a good anal fucking and I shattered like fine china when he sent a hot surge of cum up my ass. 

After he pulled out, his cum poured out of my gaping asshole. When my sphincter snapped shut I collapsed like a misused rag doll onto the wet oily sheets of the bed. He left me lying there breathing heavily and made his way into the bathroom. I heard the shower running and I wanted to go in and shower with him, but I was too weak to move.

When he came into the bathroom he pulled his briefs on, then his jeans and boots. I had my energy back and threw on a robe. “I guess you’ll be leaving now?” I asked, wishing he would stick around.

“Yeah, I have to get back on the road. Got a lot of miles to cover. But hey, you were great Sara. I really enjoyed my time with you.”

“Wait. Before you go,” I said reaching for my purse. “I got a hundred dollars here. It’s all the cash I have on hand.”

“No, I can’t do that.”

“Take it. It’s the least I can do.”

He took the money and left after giving me a friendly hug and kiss goodbye. I was nearly heartbroken to watch him walking away with his duffle bag and cardboard sign in hand. But if I had never stopped to pick him up I still would have loose boards on my deck waiting for repair, and, well… you know the rest.


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