Bit Of TLC

In the late 70s in Vancouver, it was decided that I should make a work trip to the UK. I would need to renew my passport on rather short notice, so took a day of holidays to take in the documentation required to the rush passport office as well as lazing around on a beautiful spring day and hopefully getting some pussy. I wound up doing both via the passport office. Talk about full-service!

I walked over to the passport office maybe 15 or 20 minutes from my West End apartment early in the day. Horndog that I was, I found myself getting aroused at the sight of myriads of attractive women, mainly heading into work on one of the first very warm days of the year. When I got to the passport office and was told to wait in line at the rush desk, I had a semi-erection and was speculating on the possibility of simply going home and jacking off after I was done with the bureaucratic bullshit. It didn’t take much to get me horny in those days!

I snapped out of my reverie when my number was called to go up to the rush renewal counter. I came face-to-face with a short, quite heavy-set but attractive younger woman who appeared to be a couple of years older than me. She noted that I hadn’t left much time for the passport to be renewed, but as all the paperwork was in order said I could pick it up in a couple of days. Then, out of the blue, she commented on how run-down she was feeling and that she should really be home in bed. Our eyes locked and, not knowing what came over me, I told her she should come over to my place and I’d help her out. Incredibly, she said she’d like that and she’d take the rest of the day as a sick day. I wrote down my address for her on the back of a business card and said I’d see her shortly after I got things ready.

I pretty much ran home and set up some sheets, a blanket, and some pillows on a couch with a great view of the harbour. After I changed into some running shorts and a t-shirt and just as I was thinking what I could whip up for brunch, my front-door buzzer went off. I answered and a woman’s voice said, “Canadian Passport Office,” so I buzzed her in. Soon there was a knock on my door, and I let her in. She told me she’d been too tired to walk and had cabbed it over, explaining how she’d arrived so quickly. I said I’d set up a resting spot in the living room and asked if she’d like me to make some tea. She nodded and asked if I had something “more comfortable” she could put on. I gave her a night gown from my bedroom and she disappeared into the downstairs bathroom.

She came up the stairs to the living room as the water came to a boil. She was barefoot, with exquisitely pretty feet and painted toenails and the tell-tale jiggle of some big boobs under the dressing gown told me she was braless. My cock went boner and she looked at the tent in my shorts for a few seconds. I told her to lie down on the couch and put tea bags into the pot to steep. I pulled out one of my ever-ready doobies and sat by her feet on the couch as we toked up. Then I got us a couple of teas and we sipped them in silence, enjoying the view of the ships in the harbour and the seabirds flying past.

“Thanks,” she finally said. “This is really nice.” At that, I took her feet in hand (!) and gave her a nice rub on her plump little toes. I looked at her face and noticed she had closed her eyes. I told her to lean forward across the couch and I’d give her a back massage. I got in behind her and raised the night gown from under her legs and over her hips, my hard cock pressing into her big, round ass through my shorts. I stroked and rubbed her back for a few minutes; my god, she was so soft and smooth. She was almost purring and I asked her to lean back and kind of lie on top of me.

She did and I slid my hands around her sides and filled my hands with those big titties under the gown as I gently kissed and licked her neck and ears. Her nipples were as hard as my cock and I rolled them between my thumbs and fingers for a bit. Then I slowly moved my hands over her frankly fat belly and went for her sex. She had a really big, dense bush and it took a few seconds for me to find her sopping wet labia. I slid my middle finger up and down her lips and in and out of her vagina for a couple of minutes. When she started to moan I began to masturbate her hard, little clit. She came really good, gasping and humping out her pleasure.

I got out from beneath her and stood to remove my shorts and t-shirt, my thick, curved cock slapping against my belly and pointing almost straight up. I stood her up for a few seconds and slid the gown off her. I admired her plump, curvy body for a little while before taking her into my arms for some sloppy tongue-kissing and then gently pushing her down to the couch. I knelt in front of her, spreading her legs and raising them over my shoulders as I gloried in the sight and scent of her gorgeous cunt. Then I leaned forward and ate her out, slowly at first and then more rapidly. I was jacking my pre-cum slicked meat as I worked, finally making her cum frantically again as she moaned about “how good” I was.

She patted the seat beside her and gave me a little bit of a suck, stopping before I blew my load. Then she took my cock in her small, chubby hand and slowly and gently stroked it, getting me even more slick. She cupped my balls in her hand and squeezed them firmly, almost to the point of pain before returning to her jackoff duties with a rapid motion. I soon blasted rope after rope of hot, white cum, most of the cumshot decorating her soft, saggy breasts with some dripping down into her pubic hair. I thought that would be it, but she started to stroke me gently again after a minute or so. She never altered the beat and, moaning in my ecstasy, I spurted another smaller load over the rolls of her belly. Feverishly, I almost dove back between her thighs and ate her musky snatch to another face-humping orgasm after a few minutes of hot licking. She pulled me back up and beat my still-throbbing cock maniacally. It was almost painful until I managed to pulse out a few final drops of jizz as pleasure wracked my cock and balls.

She grabbed a sheet off the couch and cleaned the cum off our sweaty bodies. Then she went downstairs, big boobs and butt bouncing, to get dressed again in the bathroom. She came out, thanked me “for all the tender loving care,” and left the apartment. She never told me her name and she wasn’t at the passport office when I was called in to pick up my passport at lunchtime a few days later.