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Sometimes there are "fringe benefits" to a job that you
never even think of. Like the time Alicia's mom asked me to paint their kitchen
one weekend for $3 an hour or $25, whichever was less. I thought it would
be a nice diversion to watch Alicia while I worked--a lot less boring
than doing yard work for old Mrs. Bache--but really the money was the thing
that made me accept.
I knew Alicia from school, of course--you couldn't helpnoticing her. She
was in her Junior year, so I didn't see her much...only aglimpse in the hall
now and then. But that glimpse was enough to keep you goingfor the whole
day. She was kind of small, and round--I don't mean she wasfat; I mean
there were rounded corners to her, nice soft curves everywhereyou looked.
She had great breasts and a lovely rear that you could watchforever. Sad
green eyes looked out of a round face, and a cute red mouth. Her hair was
brown and straight, but curled under at the shoulder. Nosharp edges
anywhere. When she first came to the school, I thought she'dcause a riot.
New glands weren't strong enough for the strain of watchingher sway back
and forth down the hall. I remember the time she was wearinga wrap-around
skirt one windy day as she walked past the athletic field. Three guys at
football drowned in their own hormones.
Even her name was great--Alicia. The last name wasn't sogreat: Morgenstern.
Alicia...Morgenstern. Oh well. On a spring day, hangingout with the guys,
all you had to do was sigh, "Alicia, " and they all knew whatyou meant.
Anyway, when Mrs. Morgenstern asked me to paint her kitchen,the money was
all I really thought about. It would be nice to see Alicia,but I had
conditioned myself not to hope for too much. Too many nightsof aching need
had left me a little older and more cynical. I never expectedanything to
happen between her and me.
I came to their house in my shorts and T-shirt. (One of thegreat things
about doing odd jobs is you have an excuse to walk aroundin people's nice
houses dressed like a slob.) Mrs. Morgenstern was justgetting ready to
leave for an Open House across town--she was a real estateagent which was
keeping the money coming in--Mr. Morgenstern had gonesome years earlier; I
never asked how.
"By the way, " she said over her shoulder, "Alicia willbe helping you."
I shouldn't have been surprised. By the pay I mentionedearlier, you could
tell Mrs. Morgenstern was on the cheap side. She was gettingAlicia to help
to make sure I came in under 25 dollars.
Almost on cue, Alicia came into the hall in cut-offs anda T-shirt and a
white painter's cap I bet she bought just for that day. Sheeven had her
hair down, neatly brushed & shiny. She really didn't thinkshe was going to
get any paint on herself. I heaved a sigh, silently hopedshe'd screw things
up enough so it would cost $25 anyway, and set to work.
I worked on the ceiling and she worked on the lower cabinets. I pretended
it was to save her from straining herself, but the real reasonwas to watch
her bending over. I wasn't concentrating at all, and I hadto clean up
mistakes more than once. Alicia was feeling pretty saucy,and teased me
about my sloppiness and her own impeccable work. She wasn'tgetting any
paint on herself either, after all. I was getting badlytempted to put some
on her.
For a moment I sensed something going on behind me. I turnedaround and she
was pretending to paint my rear end with a roller.
"I'm fixing your face, " she said.
I reached over with my brush and swatted her on her littlenose. She yelped
as if she had been bitten. "Get it off!" she cried.
"Relax, it's just a little paint."
"Get it off! It's going to hurt my nose!"
I wet a towel in the sink and carefully wiped off her nose. She was pouting
like a hurt little child. "Is that better?"
For an answer, she grinned like a wolf and hit me full in theface with a
loaded paintbrush.
After about three hours (only $9!) I had to admit that wewere done. We got
everything together and took it into the backyard to washout.
They had a big backyard with high walls--at least 8 feet--anda patio, and
a lawn with soft green grass, warmed by the summer sun. Wetook the garden
hose and rinsed out the painting tools, and then our hands(and face). I
gave Alicia the hose and watched her wash the one bit of paintshe got on
herself, on the inside of her thigh.
"Can I help you with that?" I grinned.
She stopped, and slowly started to raise her head. By thetime I saw that
grin again on her face, I realized I had made a tactical errorby giving her
the hose.
"Don't...you...dare."
She stalked toward me with the water pistol, looking justlike a murderess
stalking her prey.
"Don't...even...think it."
She giggled in an evil way and kept walking toward me. I gotthe idea I
could wrestle the "gun" out of her hand.
Bad idea.
I got it in the face for the second time that day. I tried grabbingthe hose
from her again, then finally made a retreat.
"You better not let me get ahold of that hose, sister, "I said as threateningly
as I could. But I couldn't help smiling, either at the thoughtof what I was
going to do to her, or at the expression on her face. She stillhad that
wicked smile, the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Sucha doll face,
such an evil smile!
I "rushed" her and got soaked, but this time I got ahold ofher wrist. (I
think I grabbed something else for a moment, but I'm notsure.) She curled
up into a ball, trying to keep me from getting control ofthe "gun." She
didn't dare press the handle in that position. Perfect. I crouched over
her, slowly moving my grip up to her hand. "No, no, pleasedon't, " she
half laughed, half squealed. I reached her hand and closedher fingers over
the handle. The stream of water shot her square in the stomach.
She put up with it for three whole seconds, screaming at
the top of her lungs, before she dropped the hose and ran. I picked up the hose
and soaked her good just as she got around the corner of the house.
This went on, back and forth, as the game got "dirtier anddirtier, " ambushing
each other, wrestling (with the hose getting less and lessattention), until
I had her cornered. "No, please don't, please, I'll do anything, "she pleaded,
laughing so hard she was almost crying. I stalked her, playingthe mock
rapist, holding the hose suggestively at waist-level...thenI stopped.
I couldn't believe it! Her hair was dry! After all that,her hair was still
perfectly combed, and not a drop of water on it!
Slowly, menacingly, I advanced toward her, unscrewingthe "gun" from the
hose. My God, what evil deed did the mad rapist have in storefor his victim?
Alicia stood there in the corner, beside herself with laughter,and yet now
almost a little afraid of my expression. I stalked towardher, closer,
closer...
...gently lifted the hose over her head and let the waterpour down on her,
ruining in a moment her beautiful hairdo. She stood there,ready to burst
either with laughter or tears, I don't know which...I waslaughing.
The release of that moment was tremendous. Everythingchanged. I stood
there, still holding the hose, watching the water pourover her head, her
shoulders, her breasts...lovely round breasts...
Her face was relaxed, her eyes closed in rapture as she letthe water wash
over her. I stood very close to her, really noticing everythingfor the
first time; how the water sparkled in the sun, how it flowedover her shoulders
down to her breasts, where her nipples showed through thesoaking wet fabric;
her soft, golden legs, little drops of water gleaming onher skin;
her round, angel face, with such an expression of enjoyment;
her bright green eyes, now looking into mine.
I moved the hose down to the back of her neck, the water pouringin a sheet
across her shoulders and down her back, over her lovelyass. She arched
her back, pressing herself against me. Very softly, I touchedher lips with
mine, slowly kissing her more and more deeply, pressingagainst her, letting
her feel how hard I was for her. She wanted to feel it. Shemet the
force of my body with her own, letting me feel every partof her softness
against me. I let the water pour down between us, feelingthe delicious
warm flow lubricating us, but not cooling the heat.
I put the mouth of the hose against her nipple and the watersquirted up into
our faces. Laughing, I stepped back and moved the hose backand forth over
her, letting the water play over her body, watching thedifferent directions
it ran down. Alicia looked at me, her angel eyes filled withsuch lust.
She bit her lower lip...or did she say something to me?
I stepped forward again and unbuttoned her cut-offs, then
let the water trickle down inside. We kissed deeply, our tongues flicking across
each other playfully. She reached around me and pulled off my T-shirt,
then stepped away so I could get a better look at her as she peeled off her
own top, never for a moment taking her eyes off me. Her tits were round
yet slightly pointed, reminding me almost of Hershey's Kisses, with
the little round tips of her nipples. I went to her, then down on my knees and took
one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking in as much as I could. She bent
slightly to meet my kiss, letting a little cry escape from her throat.
My tongue swirled around her little nipple, then to the other one, back and
forth, Alicia squirming more and more. Loking up at her, I saw her face
turned up toward the sun, basking in the warmth above and below. She bit her
lip again, but I seemed sure she was saying something under her breath.
I took the hose and stood up again, and took her in my arms.
I reached behind and lifted the edge of one leg of her cut-offs, and
slipped the hose up inside, between her legs.
She put her arms around my shoulder and nuzzled her faceagainst my neck,
pushing back against the streaming water, feeling it gushagainst her pussy
and between the cheeks of her ass. I watched her hips movingslowly, obscenely
in little circles, and the water dripping out of her pants,and started
feeling very thirsty. She ran the tip of her tongue aroundthe edge of my
ear and whispered something. This time I heard what shesaid.
She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled out my stiff cock. Shetook it in both
hands and started stroking up and down.
She pulled the hose out of her shorts and got down on her knees. She took
the hose in her mouth and started going up and down on it,licking it around
the opening. She was going crazy--and so was I, just watchingher. She took
a bit of water in her mouth and then went down on my cock. Thefeeling was
incredible. She held her lips tight around me as she slidmy cock in and
out of her mouth, swirling the water around with her tongueuntil she
swallowed and sucked the water off my stiff dick.
"Don't come yet, " she said.
"I'm trying not to."
She slid her tongue up and down, then poured water over mydick as it lay on
her tongue. I couldn't believe I was watching this dollface, ready
to swallow my cock whole. She pulled my shorts the rest ofthe way down,
then rolled onto the grass and peeled off her own cut-offs. I watched her as
she rolled around on the soft grass, moaning with lust,both of us ready to
explode. She wrapped the hose around her like it was a snake,pulling it
between the cheeks of her ass, over her pussy, and up to hermouth. She
rocked her hips back & forth, rubbing it between her legs.
I went to her and knelt beside her on the warm soft grass.
I could feel my stiff cock waving in the air as if looking for something
to go into. I took the hose from Alicia and let the water pour over her,
reminding me of syrup pouring over a stack of pancakes. I let the water trickle
onto her clit. She rocked her hips up & down as the water splashed
onto her pussy. I moved between her legs, and still letting the water pour
on her, I moved my dick back and forth, matching her rhythm so the tip touched
the folds of her pussy, then deeper and deeper with each stroke, so that
before either of us knew it we were fucking in the soft wet grass, my cock moving
in and out to meet each thrust of her hips. I bent down to nibble and suck
on her lovely tits. Alicia cupped them in her hands, lifting them up to
my mouth so that I could suck on them more. The speed of our fucking increased,
then slowed, as we enjoyed every inch of the pleasure we gave each other,
then sped up again as our animal lust took control. I felt I was in a dream.
I had watched this beautiful girl from afar, had her in my fantasies,
and now it was really happening; I was fucking my sweet Alicia in the
soft summer grass in her back yard.
The moment came rushing upon us. She wrapped her legs aroundmy back and held
me tightly as I pushed all the way into her then stayed there. We kissed
long and deeply as I felt myself shooting inside of her,the lips of her pussy
contracting around me as if to milk me dry.
We lay in the sun together, perfectly content, kissingand stroking each other
lovingly, gently. Eventually we got up, turned off thehose (the yard was
a swamp by then) and went inside. While our clothes werein the dryer, we
showered together to get the grassy smell out of ourselves,while we discovered
the pleasures soapy water and bath oil could bring.
An hour later we sat contentedly on the sofa, Alicia's hairperfect once
again, watching TV when Mrs. Morgenstern finally cameback. She was amazed
at how good a job we had done. "Everything's so neat and clean--nota speck
of paint anywhere!"
"We cleaned up very thoroughly, " I said. Alicia & I gaveeach other a grin
behind her mother's back.
"How long did it take?" asked Mrs. Morgenstern as she openedher purse.
"Oh, it only took--"
"--Five hours, " Alicia said. "We would've finished sooner,but I kept messing
up--he had to fix all my mistakes."
I looked at Alicia, letting her know with my eyes what kindof a present she
was going to get from me. If she thought she had a good timetoday, just wait
till next time.
"So that's 15 dollars, " Mrs. Morgenstern said. "Oh, here--25dollars. I
really couldn't keep it from you--not after the *wonderful*job you did!"
She looked at the kitchen as if she were viewing a painting. "You're quite
a handyman. We have to find more jobs for you to do aroundhere--I have to
get you in this house as often as possible!"
"I sure hope so!" I said.
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