Finally, we get some contact!
The following day, I felt I needed to be a bit bolder, as the gutters were nearly done. This young man helping with our yard work, let's call him Dave, was already in our yard, mid-morning. He was on the other side of the house, cleaning the gutters. I found he had the ladder right outside the kitchen window over the sink. That was perfect. I put on a skimpy loose-fitting, white tank top and headed to do some dishes (which I needed to do anyway). The tank top not only gave the illusion my boobs were falling out, but the water made it damn near see-through. As I went on about the dishes with my wet, revealing top, I felt his shadow pause at the window. This time, nothing was coy. I look at him, he stared at my chest. I motioned for him to come in. As he came through the front door, walking into the kitchen. I removed my wet top, standing there topless waiting for him to enter. As soon as he walked in and saw my bare wet breasts, he suddenly got nervous. He asked, "Mrs ____, what are you doing?" I said, "I'm offering you a drink, are you thirsty?" "Yes....wait...a drink of what?" I then grabbed my left breast and squeezed it to the nipple letting some milk drip out. He just nervously said "ok". So, I led him to the couch. I sat as I guided him to lay his head down in my lap, under my right breast, guiding my nipple into his mouth. He suckled right away. His contact sent tingles through my body. He seemed very relaxed doing this, as I observed his election tenting his shorts. I reached over to feel it. He blocked my hand for a second. I said "let me help you relax" as I put my hand down his shorts. I gripped his erection, his dick feeling young and powerful and silky as I stroked it. This didn't take long. In a couple minutes he squirmed, detached his mouth from my breast, and panted as I felt the release of his cum sprawl within his shorts. In the sticky afterglow I just held my hand where it was, feeling the remaining pulses of his erection. He reached up with one hand to caress my boobs. I withdrew my hand from the sticky results. I whispered to him "thank you." He got up and said "actually, thank you!" We both giggled. He said he needed to run home and change and he'd be back. I agreed that was a good idea. As he left, I remained on my couch and rubbed myself to a delightful orgasm while also rubbing my nipples with my sticky hand. Later that night, hubby got the story as we...well...did some things.
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