Paul the oil man came (yes) as I was getting ready to clean the bath. I was still in my gown so I figured I would say hi. I opened the patio door and the cold air instantly hardened my nipples and the wind blew my gown up around my legs.

With my hair blowing around and me trying to keep my gown down, Paul got some good looks at my breasts. Paul is burly, good looking and I thought hung big time but I didn’t really know. I know him from my house and I always said “hi” when he came, but this was his first time at Beth’s.

“Did you move?”

“Yes, sort of. Beth and I are using both houses but we are together. I will probably sell my house.”

“Oh man, that’s cool! I won’t miss your driveway in the winter!”

“C’mon inside for a minute, it’s too cold for me dressed like this.”

“Dressed? You don’t look it!”

Paul is tall and big, the kind of guy a gal can hug and feel safe. I closed the door and stood before him, my gown exposing most of one shoulder, my hair a mess from sleeping, and the wind. Paul gazed at my body, my breasts and legs, my manicured toenails.

“God,” he whispered. “Shoulda worn a coat.” His clothes were permeated with the smell of oil but early in the morning his body was still clean. Even without the coat, it was going to be a challenge getting him undressed.

I got close to his face but didn’t kiss him. I whispered, “I think you have something I want.”

I pulled the suspenders over his shoulders and he wiggled his arms out of them. I unbuttoned the side buttons and pulled the material to the floor. The bulge in his jeans was apparent and I easily got them unzipped and down to his ankles with the rest of his clothes. I slid my hand up inside his boxers and found his hard penis, a moan of anticipation as I pulled the boxers down.

On my knees I held his hard penis and smiled.

“I am on vacation if you know what I mean, but I can...” and I took him in my mouth. I kissed the tip and tasted his precum then let the head enter my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head then eagerly devoured his penis. He was endowed, hefty and hard. I took him deep in my throat and held it, Paul gasped at the feeling. He held my head as I bobbed and sucked, I felt his penis stiffen in my mouth and a taste of cum.

I pulled away at the last moment and he ejaculated, two spurts that hit me on my bare chest and another that hit the front of my gown between my breasts. I worked his penis to extract the rest of his cum, some dripping on his Carhartts.

His knees almost buckled and he held my head to steady himself. “Oh God” he moaned as I squeezed the rest of his cum from his penis.

“Happy Holidays!” I exclaimed as he pulled his clothes back on.

“Thank you!” Paul said as I opened the patio door. He dragged the oil hose back to the truck, wrote my ticket and left for his next customer.

Story by Meghan
Illustrations by Mat