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Subject: Odd Jobs Around the House (part two)
Date: Sat, 05 Nov 2005 02:28:20 -0800
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Jane ushered the sweaty muscular young man into her bedroom to help her
remove a heavy box from the top shelf of her closet.
"It's up here," she motioned, "I'm sorry...I never even got
your name..."
"Trey." The young man's smile spread across his dark face. Jane
felt her heart pounding. She positioned a stool in front of the closet.
Trey eyed the box, "That shouldn't be too hard for me to get down
for you, ma'am."
Trey stepped up on the stool and struggled with the box, trying to pull
it out. At one point he seemed to lose his balance.
Jane rushed to steady him, "Oh, let me make sure you don't
fall..."
She wrapped her arms around the black youth's trim, firm waist. He
tried to reassure her, "It's okay. I got it. I got it."
Trey's sweaty lower back was rubbing against Jane's face. His
buttocks pushed against her neck. Jane's arms slid a little from the
sweat, and she found her hands resting at the boys bulging soft crotch.
"Are you sure you've got it? Will you be okay? I don't want you
to fall..."
The boy grunted. "Yeah, I think I can get it outta here. Just a
little more..."
Jane's pulse rushed as she felt the boy's crotch expanding. Was
this just her imagination?
The boy's voice grew softer. "I think...yeah, you betta hold me
steady..yeah, this is heavy..."
Jane felt Trey's crotch getting bigger and bigger. It no longer
rested inside of her hand. Her fingers slipped so that her thumb was
hanging on the boy's dick that was expanding inside his blue jeans.
Her fingers cradled his heavy balls.
Trey's buttocks slid lower, forcing Jane's flimsy summer bathrobe
open - exposing her titties.
The boy seemed to have stopped struggling with the box. Instead he was
pushing it back in the closet and pulling it back out again, but it
didn't seem that he was really trying to bring it down.
Jane took a deep breath of Trey's musky skin. She felt herself
breathing heavily, lost in a fantasy world. She slowly stroked the
boy's cock through his jeans. His dick was now fully erect.
Jane heard herself whisper softly, almost as if from a distant land,
"Take your time, it's okay...take your time..."
Trey let out a deep moan as Jane slowly undid his belt.
(continued...)