Chapter 1

I couldn't quit staring at her magnificent ass.

It was round and full, and the tiny cutoffs she wore just made it all the more more desirable. The frayed edges of the fabric caressed her, and the crease of her ass cheeks, where her butt met her thighs, were fully and wonderfully exposed.

Her thighs were tanned and strong, not slender but well rounded and sexy. And where her thighs met, the tiny bit of material that was the crotch of her cut-offs was insufficient to cover her dark haired pussy lips. They poked out around the material, inviting closer inspection.

She obviously was not wearing panties.

I had looked up from where I was pricing plumbing fixtures and there she was, bending forward to look at light switches, her ass on display for me.

Then she turned around and I almost fell over. I was looking at her ass originally, so now I was looking right at her cunt. Well, at least at her cut-offs, which only made the show more interesting. Even though she was a big girl, she wore hip huggers, so low cut you could see the beginning of pussy hair over their waistband. I looked up and saw breasts, not the hint of breasts, but the entire underside of her very full breasts, exposed by the very short midriff baring top she wore.

The top was cotton, thin white cotton. Her nipples were dark shadows under the material. Her belly was not flat, but curved down, with a sexy roundness before her pants started. Her navel glinted with the gold ring that pierced it.

Finally I looked at her face. I know a lot of women would be pissed off: I was staring at her body, like she was on display.

But she was smiling. Her brown hair was mussed, and she wore no makeup, but those big brown eyes and full red lips didn't need makeup. Her face was almost cherubic and sweet, but her brown eyes had a knowing glint that was anything but cherubic.

She looked me over as carefully as I had examined her, then smiled, a very inviting smile.

"Can you help me, please?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, getting up. My cock was so hard it caught in my pants as I rose. I didn't dare adjust it, so I ignored the pain as I walked over to her.

"What's the difference between these switches?" she asked. "My bedroom switch is burned out, and I need a new one."

"Is this the only switch that turns on the lights, or is there more than one?" I asked her. I was trying to do my job, but the musky smell of her warm flesh in the summer heat was making that hard to do.

"Just one," she said. "I'd like one of those switches that is easy to use, not the ones that click when you turn them on."

She was certainly turning me on. I turned to take a silent switch off the rack for her when I felt her hand at the waistband of my pants. I stood in thrilled shock as her hand slid inside the front of my pants, sliding down to find my hard cock. Her fingers found the shaft and she pulled it upward, releasing the painful pressure I had been feeling.

Her thumb found the head of my penis and slid around the wet surface of it, then she slid her hand up and out of my pants.

I turned and looked down at her. She was smiling up at me.

"You looked uncomfortable and somehow, I felt I was to blame."

She stepped into me, pushing those marvelous breasts against my arms.

"I didn't want you to be uncomfortable," she said. He tongue came out to lick her lips wetly and I almost came.

"Um, I think this switch is what you need," I told her, giving her the package.

"That's not all I need," she said as she took it from me, looking right into my eyes. "I need someone who knows what they are doing, to put it in for me and make sure it works."

It was obvious she was not talking about the light switch. I swallowed hard. I was just doing this for the summer, working in the local Home Center to make a few bucks for college. And this was only my third day.

"I know a lot about electricity," I told her.

She took the hand I had just given her the package with and slid it down over her breast, hot and sweaty and soft though the worn cotton fabric of her top. She moved it on her nipple and I could feel it rising up against my flesh.

"I'm sure you do," she said. "What do you know about plants?"

I shrugged. "I'm not an expert," I told her. "What do you need to know?"

She stepped a little away, and I remembered to breath. She smiled invitingly at me.

"I have a hole, and I'm looking for something to fill it," she said. "Could you help me?"

She turned and headed out the doors to the garden center and I followed, watching that delicious ass undulating as she walked. She turned back at me and winked, knowing I was enjoying the view.

It was hot outside, despite the shade cloth overhead. She didn't head toward the plants, which were in front, near the registers.

Instead, she turned and headed in back, where the potting soil and manure and wheelbarrows and tools were on tall free standing shelf units. It was a maze back here.

There was a small barn in the corner, a built version of the kits we sell. She ducked inside.

I followed.

She was already sitting in the barn. She was on her butt on the plywood floor, her legs widely spread and her knees bent. I could see the dark hair of her pussy lips pushing out around her tiny cut-offs.

"Come on in and close the door," she said.

I stepped into the stuffy little space. I closed the door, which enveloped the interior in shadow, lit only by the small skylights built into the roof.

"It's hot in here," she said, not complaining. "I'm going to get all sweaty." She spread her legs a little further apart and looked up at me tantalizingly.

"You don't mind if I'm all sweaty, do you?"

I shook my head. I was amazed at this, but also uncertain how to handle it. This woman was...

"Aren't you going to come down here with me?" she asked.

I knelt down and she moved up against me.

"My pussy is all sweaty and hot," she said lewdly. "Would you mind wiping it off for me?"

I slid my hand down between her legs and cupped her cunt. It was hot and damp and her pussy hair and lips were right against me hand. I began to rub her gently and she moaned.

"Oh, yes," she said. "That's so much better."

I slipped my other hand under her tiny top and cupped her bountiful full breast, sliding up the material to expose her big tits.

Her hands, meanwhile, had found my cock and she unzipped my pants as she licked her lips, making them glisten with wetness.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked, and I sat beside her. Fuck this uncertainty, I thought. She wants it and so do I.

I kissed her and her mouth opened, her tongue meeting mine greedily. I began to feel her more aggressively, her breasts, her pussy, wet with her excitement. I slid my fingers inside of her folds, finding her moist cleft and the opening of her cunt. She moaned as I slid a finger inside of her, then two.

I felt her hands inside my now open pants, finding my cock and rubbing it, cupping and massaging the head, then sliding down to cup my balls.

I pulled her against me, using the hand I had been feeling her breasts with to slide down over her sweaty back and down over the ass of her jeans. I felt her, sliding my fingers under the frayed bottom of her cut-offs and feeling her soft ass cheeks.

She moved, quit kissing me and turned onto her side, still facing me. She slipped my cock out of my pants and slid her mouth over it, sucking it deep in her mouth, almost to the balls. Then she slid up it, running her hot tongue over the shaft until she came to the head.

Her tongue traced around the glans, slowly and wetly. Then she sucked it up, running her tongue over the top of it and then thrusting down over my cock, sucking it deep inside her mouth.

I found the snap of her cutoffs and pulled it, unfastening her pants.

I unzipped them and she lifted her hips so I could pull them off of her.

Her dark pussy hair was abundant, but her cunt lips emerged from it like a smooth delectable fruit. I lay beside her and took her cunt into my mouth, sucking at her, finding her hairiness exciting. My tongue ran down into her fragrant slit, wet with sweat and excitement.

My hands took her ample ass, running over it and into her crevice. I pulled it gently apart and she groaned in pleasure.

She moved off of my cock for a moment.

"I know you like my ass. I like my ass too. I like it a lot."

I took the hint and, as she began to lick and suck at my cock again, I slid my fingers down into her crack, finding her asshole. She moaned with pleasure as I slid my fingers over her puckering opening. She spread her legs even wider.

I began to lick her pussy more deeply, sliding my tongue from her clit to her cunt hole and back. I could see her asshole and I wet a finger, running it around the wrinkled, dark orifice. She groaned and moved against my finger.

I had never done it before, but I wanted to lick it. I ran my wet tongue from her pussy over the smooth skin towards her asshole. She moaned and began to writhe.

My tongue found her asshole and I licked her, surprised there was no bad taste, just a certain oilyness that excited me even more. I reamed around her puffy anus, and she moved and jerked with pleasure.

My fingers were working at her pussy now, and having both orifices right there was so sexy. I began to finger fuck her, running my thumb up with each thrust and over her clit. At the same time, I was licking and sucking her asshole, and she was writhing and grunting with pleasure.

My cock began to tighten and I knew I was going to come. Apparently, so did she, because her sucking became more desperate.

Her cunt began to get really wet inside and I knew she was going to orgasm. I moved a finger up to her wet, glistening asshole and gently pushed, watching it disappear inside inside of her.

She came and so did I. My cock squirted off and she buried it deep in her throat, sucking and swallowing my come as I fucked her pussy and ass with my fingers. I wetly licked her asshole, reaming around my finger and marveling at her excitement.

She continued to come, moaning and sucking me and shivering with each successive tremor of pleasure.

I lay, gently touching and rubbing her wet pussy and asshole, marveling at the excitement I felt over something I had always though of as uninteresting and even a little disgusting.

She pulled up and off my cock, laying on the floor of the shed in exhaustion.

"Thank you," she said. "I love my cunt and ass fucked at the same time."

I sat up. I looked down at her. Her body was so lush and she looked so sexy laying in the half-light, her clothes in total disarray.

"Kiss me," she said. "I want to taste me on you."

I kissed her, our mouths sucking and licking, our mutual flavors mixing together in an erotic melange of musk. She was sweaty and so was I, and that was sexy too, as our half naked bodies slipped together. I ran my hands over her, not wanting to let this wonderful woman go, wanting to take her again and again.

But she pulled away and began to dress.

"Boy, it's hot in here," she said. "I love to do more, but we could die of heat prostration and that would be embarrassing."

I laughed. She was right, it was hot. I got up, pulling up my pants and trying to tuck in my shirt. She slipped on those sexy little cutoffs and pulled down her shirt.

"That's the nice thing about not wearing much clothes," she said with a suggestive smile. "It's easier to get dressed afterwards."

We left the barn. The area was still pretty much deserted and no one saw us leave. I exhaled in relief.

Jesus Christ, what was I thinking?

We went back into the store and the air conditioning, though pretty ineffective in such a big building, was very cooling after what we had been through.

I smiled over at the woman, the girl, whatever she was, and she smiled back at me.

"Oh, I see you've met my daughter," came a voice from the aisle we were passing. It was Cliff, the manager, and he smiled as he strode up to us.

"Yes, Daddy," the girl said. "He was very nice and really helpful."

"Good," Cliff said. "What were you doing outside?"

"I was showing her the plants, sir," I said, and he nodded.

"Yeah, Shari loves to garden, though now she's started college, she doesn't have a lot of time for that."

He turned to leave, then snapped his fingers.

"Paul, you said you know something about pool plumbing?"

I nodded.

"My parents had a pool," I told him. "And I worked on the neighbor's pools, too. I'm pretty good at it."

Cliff nodded. "My wife and I are going to be out of town this weekend, but the pool pump is sounding funny. Can you drop by and have a look at it, say Saturday? Shari will be there to let you in."

I looked down at Shari and she smiled and nodded.

"Sure, Dad, no problem," she said. "I didn't have any plans anyway."

"Great," Cliff said. "I'll make it worth your while."

Shari looked up at me and smiled provocatively.

"Wow, you get paid and everything."

Saturday couldn't come fast enough. I thought constantly of Shari. I guess I had fallen for the slender girls are sexy girls rhetoric. My last girlfriend had certainly fit the bill. She was slender to the point of scrawny.

Shari certainly wasn't fat. But she was really well rounded. Lush. Ample. I thought of Botticelli, then I thought of her enjoyment as I reamed her ass. Botticelli didn't quite fit.

I found myself looking at other women and girls. I realized I tended to simply categorizing them as athletic and thin, and therefore desirable, and just dismiss all the rest. Now I began really noticing all the women's bodys.

A really well built woman in her thirties caught me checking out her ass, full and inviting in her white running shorts and smiled at me wickedly.

Jesus, I had never known.

And as Saturday came up, I found myself wondering what might be in store for the weekend.

Cliff gave me the address Friday, and said Shari would expect me about Ten AM.

So at quarter till ten, I was in my pickup, heading over. I wore a tank top and shorts with no underwear. I hoped I wasn't taking too much for granted, but I already had a hard on.

I pulled into the driveway and walked up to the door. It was a big older home, kind of set back from the road. The trees made the front yard cool and inviting.

I rang the doorbell.

Shari came to the door. She wore a pair of dark green bike shorts, too tight to have any panties on underneath, because there were no lines but her natural curves.

Her hair was combed today, and back in a pony tail. Her blouse was white and simple, with buttons down the front.

She had missed the top three or four buttons, however, and the shirt was open to reveal her breasts, un-tanned and tantalizing. Her cleavage was fantastic, and I realized she must be wearing an uplift bra.

That made my cock even harder (don't ask me why. At this point, everything made my cock harder). She smiled down at my obvious hard-on.

"Well, I see you are all ready for some hard work," she said, still looking at my cock.

"I understand there is a little problem with your plumbing," I said, looking down at her groin. She giggled at the bad sexual repartee.

"Nothing a handy man couldn't fix," she replied, grinning sexily. "Are you a handy man?"

I shrugged. "Well, I'm the only man that's handy," I said, and she laughed aloud.

"Jesus, we sound like a bad porno film," she said, and stepped aside to let me in. I walked into the cool house. The air conditioning worked well here, which was nice, because by afternoon it was supposed to be in the mid-nineties.

I turned to face her.

"Look, about the other day..."

She looked at me, her face losing it's smile.

"What about it?"

"I just didn't want you to think that was all I was after."

She smiled, obviously relieved.

"You mean you didn't come over to fix the pool, then spend the entire weekend fucking me?"

I grinned.

"The thought had crossed my mind," I admitted.

"Good," she said, moving up against me. "A hard man is good to find."

We kissed, wetly and passionately. I slid my hands down over that great ass, feeling her through the thin fabric of the shorts. She moaned, but pulled away.

"Why don't you check the pool first? Then we won't have anything else to worry about."

I nodded.

"I'll go out to the truck to grab my tools," I told her.

A half hour later, I looked up from the pool pump, which was no longer screeching as it ran, but humming smoothly. She smiled.

"That didn't take long," she said.

"It just needed lubrication," I told her. "There was a grease nipple, so it was easy to lube."

She looked at me speculatively.

"Wow, I never realized pool plumbing was so sexy. Lubrication, nipples... ?"

I smiled as I got up.

"Hey, we haven't even gotten into cocks, male and female pipes, chrome plated cock hole covers..."

She looked at me distrustfully.

"You made that last one up."

I shook my head.

"They sell them at the store. Come around sometime and I'll show you."

I took a rag and began wiping my greasy hands. Shari looked at them speculatively.

"You ever give a girl a lube job?"

I laughed. "Well, not this kind of lube."

She looked into my eyes, her brown eyes shiny with anticipation.

"Maybe someday we can do that," she said. "Not grease, but something oily and wet."

Looked up at her. She was certainly more experimental than any girl I had ever met. Like her enjoyment of anal pleasures. And open about it: Shari was obviously comfortable with herself, and with her sexuality.

"It's getting hot out here," she said. "I'm getting all hot and sweaty."

"That turns you on," I said.

She nodded.

"I loved the other day, hot and sweaty and wet. I don't like old sweat, that's like euuuuw, but I like fresh sweat."

"I have to admit," I told her, "I kept thinking about the other day. It was great."

She smiled.

"I thought so too. How about we go inside and do it again?"

We went into the house. Shari slid the glass door shut, then turned and embraced me.

We kissed, our mouths hot on each other. I slid my hands over her back and found the waistband of her shorts, sliding my fingers under the material. She felt me up as well, feeling my ass and sliding her hand around to cup my cock through my pants.

I slid my hands under her shorts and over her ass, groping her outrageously. She moaned and pulled away.

"You're too tall," she said.

She was right. I'm six foot, one and she was maybe five two. I had to bend way over to feel her ass.

"So let's sit," I said and she nodded, leading me into the living room. She lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs sensuously. I knelt on the floor beside her, running my hands over her body. She closed her eyes and moaned.

I kissed her again, and we kissed, wetly and lazily, for a while. I slid my hands up to feel her full breasts, tight and hard from her bra. I moved down to lick and suck at their sloped surface above the bra.

"Have you ever tried wet and messy?" she asked.

"Wet and messy?" I repeated. "What's that?"

She grinned at me seductively.

"Oh, oil, chocolate, butter, stuff like that. Girls having pee pee accidents in their tight bike shorts. Lots of stuff."

She looked at me, both excited and concerned she had gone too far.

"We don't have to. It was just a question," she said.

I kissed her again, licking her full lips and tongue, then pulled away a bit.

"Kind of like 'you can touch my ass if you want to?'

She smiled languorously, the memory obviously still exciting.

"Yeah, kind of like that."

I could not believe how excited that made me. It wasn't the though of pouring oil on her body and even her clothes, or of licking her ass again, though those things really did excite me.

It was that she was able to share these things, to tell me what excited her, and leave it up to me whether I found it exciting as well.

"I loved reaming your ass," I told her, and she smiled.

"No one's ever done that before," she admitted. "It was really exciting."

I kissed her again, trying to slow the pace and just enjoy her. We played with each others tongues and lips, and my hands wandered over her lush, totally available body. I found the crotch of her bike shorts and rubbed her cunt through the thin material, pushing my fingers up into her and feeling her moisture dampen the material.

I slid my hand under her ass and between her legs, running my fingers up inside her crack and over her ass and her pussy, feeling her through the thin fabric. She moaned in pleasure.

"I like that," she whispered. "I like your touch through my clothes."

She meanwhile had found my cock. My shorts were light cotton, and she rubbed and massaged me, right through the cloth. It was different, almost more erotic. It was like the first fumbling feels you get when you are a teenager.

Only she knew what she was doing, and her touch was wonderful as she found the things that excited me and lazily explored me though my jeans.

I slid down and went down on her, through the thin shorts. I could taste her pussy, musky and salty and excited. I licked and sucked at her through the wet fabric, finding this both very erotic and somehow almost nasty, like the thought of licking her anus was to me.

She moaned and began to thrash on the couch. Her pussy got wetter and I sucked at it, loving the salty moisture of her. I slid my hand under her ass and worked at her asshole with my thumb through her shorts.

She groaned even louder.

"Oh, God, Paul, yes. I love your fingers on my ass."

"I want to take off your shorts," I said, reaching for the waistband.

"The material is thin," she said breathlessly. "It would be real easy to tear."

I sucked her twat through the fabric even harder, sucking her fragrant, wet folds into my mouth, manipulating them with my lips and tongue. She moaned and writhed with pleasure. I had never done this before, giving a woman pleasure without even thinking of mine, yet my own pleasure was increased by hers.

I took the damp fabric in my hands and tore it open. Shari actually cried out in pleasure and the sight of her pussy suddenly exposed like that almost made me come.

I ripped a larger hole, and greedily sucked at her pussy, licking deep up inside her pussy lips, finding her hard little clit and the deep rift that led down to her pussy hole. I licked her with long strokes and she moaned and swore.

"Fuck, yes. Lick me. Put your fucking tongue deep inside of me. I love it."

I did, sliding my tongue up into her vagina and licking the sensitive area at the entrance. I was so excited it was almost surreal, her wet cunt, her torn shorts, her building excitement.

I slid my hand under her, feeling her own wetness on the sofa from her excitement and that excited me even more.

I dove down, sliding my tongue over the inviting rise of her asshole, and she began to moan differently, deep in her throat.

My fingers worked at her pussy, pulling it open and rubbing at all it's surfaces. I put two fingers inside her pussy, bending them to find the little rough spot of the front wall of her vagina. Then I began to finger fuck her, rubbing that spot again and again.

The inside of her pussy got very wet and she began to more scream than moan. I kept licking her ass and fucking her pussy, and the wetness inside of her increased, as did my excitement.

I inserted a finger into her ass, then another one. Now I was fucking her in both openings and she was crying and screaming and moaning and writhing. Then the inside of her cunt got sopping wet and she came, the wetness spraying out of her like a fountain. I continued to finger fuck her as she came and came, soaking her torn shorts and the couch and me with her wet come.

Finally she began to slow and I slowly stopped moving my fingers, just leaving them in her as her passion began to ebb.

"Jesus Christ, what was that?" she asked, her voice shaky. "I've never had anything like that happen."

"It's a wet come," I told her. "Female ejaculation. I found your Graffenberg Spot and you had a vaginal orgasm."

"Where did you learn that?" she asked. "God, it was wonderful."

"It's easy," I told her. "My first girlfriend had found it on herself, and she showed me."

"I'm soaked," she said, her voice sounding both shocked and excited by this.

I bent down and sucked her soaking pussy and she moaned in pleasure.

"I like that you're soaked," I told her. "It means you had a great orgasm."

"Damn," she said, "All this and we haven't even fucked yet."

Later we were sitting in the kitchen, eating lunch. We had showered together, since both of us were pretty sweaty and wet.

But before we did, Shari made me lay down on her bed and gave me a wonderful blow job. Since she still wore the torn wet shorts (I asked her to: I was learning something about making your likes known and those ripped shorts really turned me on) it took me about three minutes to come off. It was a hell of a good orgasm too, coming in her mouth with my hand up in her torn shorts, fondling her wet and very happy pussy.

Then, after the shower, we had sat together, both pretty well exhausted, and just held each other. Finally Shari got up and put on a load of wash, including my shirt and shorts that were soaked with her ejaculation.

She got a pair of her dad's pants and one of his shirts for me to wear while the wash was going, putting a big, soft robe over her soft, voluptuous curves...

Shari looked at me across the table we were sitting at.

"I would really like you to stay tonight," she said.

"I'd like that," I told her.

"You're an amazing lover," she said. I think I blushed.

"It's you," I told her. "You really turn me on. And the fact you make suggestions is really sexy."

"Do you think so?" she asked. "I don't want to seem bossy."

"You don't," I assured her. "You're just honest about what you like. I think that's great."

"You don't think I'm too perverted, do you?"

I smiled.

"Well, I never tore a girl's shorts before, but it was really sexy. I dream about touching and licking your asshole now. I loved the fact you were wet with sweat the other day. These are things I never even dreamed would turn me on. So, if you are a pervert, so am I."

She nodded.

"Yeah, we're both just horribly twisted," she said, taking a bite of her BLT.

"Yeah, it's sad, but at least we found each other."

She smiled over at me, obviously touched.

"And we haven't even fucked yet," she repeated.

"Yeah," I agreed, "what's up with that?"

We both laughed.

That afternoon we got out her parent's carpet shampooer and cleaned the couch, which fortunately came quite clean. She put the cushions out on the porch to dry.

Then she suggested we go into her bedroom and lay on her bed and watch a movie. We were both pretty worn out and that sounded great.

She said she wanted to change first, since she was still in her bathrobe, so I waited for her in the kitchen.

A few minutes later she came into the kitchen wearing her new outfit. She had on very tight stretch jeans, form fitting on her well curved ass and thighs, ending at her calves. She wore a pair of white, low heeled sandals, that really turned me on for some reason, especially with her small feet and bright red lacquered toenails.

"Wow," I said, looking at her sexy feet. "I have a foot fetish and didn't even know it!"

She giggled and posed for me, bending forward to give me a good look at her tits.

They were impossible to miss. Her little top tied under them and she wore no bra, so they were practically on display. The top was a riot of color, and she had accentuated it with a clunky wooden necklace that went just right.

Her brown hair was loose, falling down around her face and over her shoulders. Her belly looked great, exposed under the tie of her top.

"God, you look great," I told her, and I meant it.

The movie was funny, a risque comedy, and we both enjoyed it. I slid my hand around her and cupped her breast, but that was about the extent of the sexuality.

We ordered out for pizza that evening, and Shari suggested beer with it. So we sat on the fresh-cleaned couch and ate pizza and beer and just talked, like the budding friends we were.

As Shari finished her second beer, she looked at me over the top of it.

"You want to be really bad and smoke some grass?" she asked.

"Sure," I told her. "But I have to warn you. Grass always makes me horny."

She smiled at me.

"Alcohol makes me horny. So we'll drink and smoke grass and fuck each other's brains out."