Condo Maintenance Man
Copyright© 2026 by Seafarer
Chapter 4: Julia and Bonita
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4: Julia and Bonita - Jackson was a blue-collar guy working in A/C & R at a Health Maintenance Organization (HMO). That job fizzled out, so he applied to work at a large condominium. He got the job as the maintenance man. He was hired to replace the previous maintenance man, who is retiring. Oddly, a lot of needy ladies live in the all-female condo. The maintenance logbook, which was passed down, has some cryptic euphemisms in it.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Workplace Mother Son First Oral Sex Petting
I followed her into her suite, looking at her wide butt go side to side as she walked. Some women’s behinds roll when they walk. I like that in a woman. Evidently, Julia likes to put on a show.
She made a fresh pot of coffee, and she sat and got close enough while it brewed that I leaned over and pecked her lips. She inhaled audibly, and I kissed her again, moving my lips over hers slowly. Kissing my boss might be dangerous, but she’s hinted at doing more than that.
Julia is apparently no wilting flower. She wrapped her arms around me, and the kiss stretched on for quite a while as she held me tight. We ended up in one long, slobbery French kiss. I like slobbery. It’s easier on your lips.
Julia is the kind of kisser who lip-smashes. She’s rough, and her tongue tries to take control. Julia is a passionate woman who likes sex unabashedly.
I soon realized she wasn’t wearing a bra under her top. Was this for me? As I moved my hand around her back, I did not find a panty line on her bum. I started to lightly pet her left boob. She moved her arm up to press my hand firmly to her boob.
OK, I can read sign language. Julia likes it stronger. I started to really probe, feeling the insides of her tits. She leaned sideways to tug her blouse off. She likes it when I grab a big nipple and tug it and roll it like a volume control. I shucked my shirt.
She paused to take a long look at my chest. I looked long and hard at her two bountiful boobs. They were almost a perfect D. Her areolas were silver-dollar-sized and pale pink.
Julia’s nipples are the fat, chewy kind. So I chewed them as I held a tit trapped between my hands. I chewed the other tit before returning to kissing her as my hands stroked her tits.
Julia was wound up and did nothing to stop my hand from sliding up her leg to pause at the top.
No panties! The hussy.
I let my fingers reconnoiter things until I located her love button. I dipped my thumb into her wetness and gently moved to rub her happy bump every which way I could. Her legs spread, and her left leg was on the couch. Between kisses, I looked at what I had to work with.
Julia is a big woman with dark brown hair at both ends. She’s maybe 5’ 8” and 170 or so pounds. She’s a little fleshy, but her skin is soft and warm. My hands feel like they could sink into her. Somehow, I ended up on the floor between her legs, her fat vulva under my mouth. I attempted to stick my tongue as far up her as I could.
I have one peculiarity, though; I have a long tongue. I can touch the tip of my nose with it. I measured it once, and it’s almost 4 inches long. On some women, I can reach their G-spot.
They say you’re supposed to use two fingers to tap the G-spot. I knew from experience that a bumpy tongue across a woman’s G-spot removed inhibitions. Julia did not know she was moments away from a screaming climax.
I rubbed my upper lip across her clit while tonguing her G-spot. My right hand squeezed her left boob tightly.
“OF FUCK ME! JESUS, Jackson, Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit ... CCUUUMMMIINNGGGggggggggggg...”
She slumped back as I undid my pants and pushed them down. I knee-walked to her V and rearranged her legs for easy entry. I swabbed my pecker head against her greasy opening and slowly slid all the way in. I felt her cunt clutch tightly, making me work to get fully inside her hairy pussy.
“MMmmmmm ... Oh, that’s good, Jackson. I had to maneuver her loose skirt out of my way. It was in the way.
I rocked back and forth, slowly bumping against her clit at the end of every stroke. I had both hands on her big boobs, caressing and petting them. I slowly and inexorably brought her higher and higher until she had another screamer. I was holding out.
After she caught her breath, she gently pushed me. We stood up, and she pushed her skirt off, so I shucked my shoes and slid my pants and underwear off. Julia took my hand and led me to her bedroom.
The woman had a large round bed with all the female frills. She swept the covers and top sheet onto the floor and lay in the middle, legs wide open in invitation.
I crawled up beside her, and we kissed again. She took over the tongue part as my tongue was pretty tired. I had not done that G-spot thing in some time; my tongue was out of shape for such shenanigans.
Julia pushed me over and climbed on board. She commenced to screw the daylights out of me as I held on to her big ta-tas for dear life. We were having a duel. I had not come yet. She wanted to make me cum. She’s kinda competitive that way.
She ground on me for some time, and I don’t think I have ever been this deep into any woman before. She was sloppy wet down there, and her cunt tunnel was flaming hot from the friction.
I tricked her. I muttered, “Ah, ah, ah...”
She yelled “YES,” and her pussy clamped so tight she popped me out. She quickly put me back in and commenced to bang her pussy at my poor pubic bone.
She was fluttering, and her hips started to move jerkily as she lost control of her cadence as she cum and cum some more.
I groaned, “OH HELL YA, UHHHhhhh...”
I grabbed her hips and forced her down onto me and ground at her as hard as I could.
She kept pumping at me long after I ran dry.
“Oh, Gouddddd, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhyeeeesss...
Still panting hard, Julia lay down on me and continued breathing hard for a long time.
We are both covered in sweat, and our crotches are awash in sex juices. We were both done in, and it took some time to slow our breathing and move apart. I don’t know about her, but my pecker was hot and ached from all the screwing we did.
Julia eventually took my hand and led me into her bathroom. I realized she had three small first-floor suites combined as her home. There were not many rooms, but what she had was large, open, and well-appointed. We washed each other tenderly in her shower. We washed and cream-rinsed each other’s hair. She has some good hair stuff. I realized that Julia was a high-class gal who is doing well for herself.
She even has a big fat gray tabby cat named Spot. Spot has his own dedicated closet for his kitty litter box. I saw Spot go through a pet door and heard him scratch the litter before he came back out. She didn’t encourage me to pet him, so I ignored him.
She said, “Spot is just now getting over the loss of not seeing George around anymore. I can’t take the yowling. Just ignore him if you can. I swear he would follow anyone home that gave him the slightest attention.”
I saw that Spot has a round pattern on his left side. I guess that’s why he’s Spot.
I said, “Mom has a golden retriever, and she’s a serious attention hog. Penny keeps Mom hopping, trying to keep her off the furniture. Golden’s shed constantly.”
Our conversation wound down, and she showed me out.
I got in my truck, a 1964 F-100, and drove it home. That truck had been the love of my life for a while. It was a barn find. The engine was shot, and it had a three-speed. Nobody I know can deal with a three-speed.
I had the exterior restored and custom-painted pearlescent eggshell. Then I had a speed shop put in a Ford Vulcan V6 engine. Its a 3.0L, 60° V6 engine. The engine and tranny were new, and they had to fit them into a big, empty engine bay.
That engine was in some mid-2000s Rangers and Taurus. I had them use the Taurus automatic transmission. Some assembly is required, mostly welding new mounts.
It then spent two months at an interior shop. I had quilted leather diamond-padded seats added to the original stock seat frame. They used a matching color to pad the dash. They used an indoor-outdoor carpet in the right color.
I took it to Best Buy and had them install a stereo disc player to replace the ancient AM dash radio.
I kept the bench-seat setup but added seat belts. The final thing I did was replace the stock exhaust with a custom-built system that has a quiet rumble.
Lastly, I put two electronic cutouts in the system so it would not start or move if someone tried to steal it. I had a burglar alarm system installed that uses a phone app. It lets me know right where it is.
The large alarm stickers on the windows work to keep the creeps and punks away. At home, I always keep it in the garage.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.