About a month ago, Mrs. Walker called and said she was having some problems tuning in the VCR and would I come over and do it for her. I told her sure and that it would cost twenty-five dollars. These small jobs could be a pain in the butt at times, but Mrs. Walker was an attractive lady and she wore pretty revealing clothes. It would be worth my time to have a surreptitious look at her.
I arrived at 1.15 p.m. and knocked on the door, toolbox in hand. The door opened and Mrs. Walker stood there in a tight velvet shirt and even tighter black Capri pants. I couldn’t help but look at her large breasts, tiny waist and flared hips with a gulp.
“Hi Andrew.” She said cheerfully. “I’m having an awful time with this video and I want to tape the Young and the Restless.”
“No problem Mrs. Walker.” I replied in a friendly voice. “I’ll have it fixed in no time.”
I followed behind her as she walked, eyes locked on her very generous arse as it wiggled in front of me. She led me to the rumpus room. It had a large TV, expensive stereo and CD player on one side of the room, a big soft couch in the middle and behind it a ping-pong table. Mrs. Walker sat down on the couch and I knelt in front of the TV cabinet. The VCR was a newer model with a different tuning band.
“Ahhh!” I said. “Here is your problem Mrs. W. You’ve been trying to tune into the VHF band when this one runs on UHF.”
“Whoa, you’re talking techno talk to me Andrew. I can’t even work the remote properly.”
It took only a few minutes to tune it in. I tweaked her colour, contrast, brightness and assigned all the channels into a skip sequence. I ran her through the remote assignments, sneaking an eyeful of her heavy breasts whenever I could. I thought she noticed, but she didn’t acknowledge it. I pulled out my receipt book and began to fill it out. 1 VCR TUNING AND SET-UP. $25. I handed her the slip as I stood. She took it and looked away, a little embarrassed.
“I’m really sorry Andrew, but I actually don’t have the cash on me now,”
I stood there blankly staring at her. Why would she make an appointment and not have the money?
“I had it ready for you, but I forgot there was a delivery for Mr. Walker coming and I had to use the money for that.”
I wasn’t sure what I should do. Now as I’ve said, I am not rich and my business was just starting. 25 bucks was 25 bucks. I couldn’t give her credit. I had bills to pay, but I didn’t have any idea of how to figure this one out.
“I could have it for you tomorrow if you wanted to drop by.” She said looking a bit embarrassed.
I said nothing. I was trying to think. I was pretty booked tomorrow and it would be out of my way to call back and I voiced this to her. Mrs. Walkers face went red and she averted her eyes.
“Could I pay you some other way?”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, not really knowing what I was asking.
Suddenly she grabbed the hem of her velvet shirt and drew it up, whipping it over her head. With a BOING her enormously round breasts, covered only by a straining bra were bouncing before my eyes. Her left hand reached around back and unsnapped her bra, and then there they were. Huge white breasts, with a slight droop and huge dark red areolas tipped with long nipples. The nipples were hard.
“Do you like these Andrew?” she asked quietly. “I noticed you noticing them as you worked.”
“I think they’re amazing Mrs. W.”
She knelt down in front of me and started to undo my jeans. My cock had leapt to attention at the sight of her norks and was straining in my Jockey’s. She made a long hmmm sound as she worked my Levi’s down to my knees. Mrs. Walker paused for a second and looked up at me smiling. Then she peeled my tight Jockey’s down and my cock jumped forward and bounced in front of her.
“This will fix up the bill?” she asked.
I nodded feebly as she began to stroke my cock in long hard movements. Her tongue flicked out and gently lapped at my pee-hole, then ran down the underside of my turgid mass. At 24 I had a bit of experience, but I’d never had a huge-titted 36-year-old woman go down on me. I could feel that familiar feeling and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. As she started to suck, her head bobbed up and down which caused her tits to wobble about down below. The sight was awesome. She was certainly not a fat woman, but she was definitely chubby. Looking over her shoulder at the swell of her very plump arse, picturing it naked, the jism started to rise.
Mrs. Walker must have sensed this, because she quickly removed me from her mouth, gathered up her tremulous breasts in her hands and wrapped them around my penis. She squeezed tight and moved her upper body up and down quickly. The warmth and pressure around my cock was too much and I let fly with a guttural grunt and spurted jets of hot cum up onto her neck and chin. It ran down over her breasts and she looked awesome half naked and dripping in front of me.
“Does that square us Andrew?” she asked looking down at her breasts and idly rubbing her finger in a spot of jizz.
“Umm, yeah. That’s fine Mrs. W.” I quickly pulled up my pants. I wanted to get out of there in case she got mad at what had just happened. She picked up her shirt and drew it to her breasts to cover up. Slowly she walked me to the door.
“See you Mrs. W.” I said. “If you have any more problems, feel free to call me.”
“Haven’t you forgotten something Andrew?” she asked.
” Oh yeah. Thank you Mrs. Walker.”
“No not that.” She smiled warmly. “The receipt to show my husband.”
A bit embarrassed, I tore off the receipt and handed it over. She took it from me and smiled as she said goodbye. I stumbled down to my van and got in. House calls. Hmmm.
I went about business as usual. Installing cable boxes, tuning, the occasional tube replacement. When I answered the phone after a few days and heard Mrs. Walkers voice, the image of her humungous tits came flooding back. She’d tried to move the entertainment set-up around and in doing so, had somehow detuned the VCR. Could I come over and fix it for her? I said yes and once again quoted her $25. I would come at 2.00p.m.
When I arrived, Mrs. Walker was dressed much the same as the first time. I went into the rumpus room, dawdling behind her broad backside, which had entered my thoughts several times within the last week. What a pleasure it would be to bare that arse, part her chubby cheeks and poke my dick right up her………But I had a job to do.
After I’d finished and was tallying up the receipt, she fumbled in her purse and looked up blankly. Long story made short, she didn’t have the cash again. I fumed a little, but when she lifted her shirt, released her bountiful bosom and knelt in front of me, I shrugged and undid the button-fly of my jeans.
When I left her, cum-splattered with another receipt in her hand, I figured this was okay, but since I’d given receipts, I had to cover the money when I did my books. It was only $50 I reasoned. I could cover that easy enough at the end of the month when I settled my accounts. Besides, there was plenty of work coming in.