Chapter 7: Michelle and Francis

Julia sent me to see Michelle Saunders. She is supposed to be 35, but at first glance she looks to be in her mid-20s.

She opened the door as I rang her doorbell.

Michelle is tall and exceedingly long-legged. She is not model material at all; she has about 30 or 40 extra pounds. She does not have too much weight, but it gives her an odd bell shape. She has wide hips and long legs. I would soon find Michelle has truly odd breasts.

Michelle met me wearing a wrap-around purple blouse that tied to her tummy. She is wearing a long navy-colored skirt and flat shoes.

She dresses rather elegantly. She brushed her hair out and had makeup on as if we were going on a date. Her perfume probably cost $500 an ounce. Alright, I couldn’t help getting hard just from looking at her. She’s not a babe, but Michelle looks rather primped up, so she’s probably needy. I like needy women. They sure beat a Karen any day.

I said, “I’m Jackson Reese, I’m here to see about the leak under your kitchen sink.”

Yes, yes, come in, Mr. Reese. She pointed, “I assume you know the way?”

“Yes. Would you show me what the problem is?” Soon, I had the sink doors wide open and got down on my knees to look at the “so-called” leak. Haha, she had put a saucer under the trap. It had a tablespoon of water on the saucer. I got out my big channel locks and pretended to tighten the nut on the trap.

I said, “Please turn the water on, and I will see if that’s got it.”

I sat up and moved out. She leaned over me, and shifted forward until she had pressed her pussy into my face. I held her bum by one cheek as she paused there a long time. I got the hint and rubbed my face on her lap and into her holy of holies.

She stayed that way, so I ran a hand under her skirt and up her back.

I heard, “Mmm...”

No panties!!!

I continued to rub at her genital area while feeling up her legs and bum. She moved her foot to rest inside the cabinet, holding herself to me.

I used my hand to sweep her skirt out of my way and pressed my face into her soft pussy. I nuzzled her pudenda for some time. I nibbled at her parts, then she drew her skirt down and off over her shoes. I snaked my tongue right into her slit.

I heard a long groan. After a couple of minutes, Michelle stood up, and I got away from the sink and stood. I took her hand and had her sit on the living room couch. With both hands and arms I swept her top and bared her goodies. I got on my knees and started to eat the ever-loving shit out of her pink pussy. She has hair, but it’s sparse, so I see white skin through the pubes. Not every woman sports a full beard; I enjoyed seeing her labia.