Bag Boy Sex Toy_(1)

I was a bag boy at my local super market when I was in High School. It was a pretty good deal since I made decent money for a kid my age and I got to carry groceries for all the hot moms in the neighbor hood. My favorite was Ms. Garcia. I thought she was just amazing. She was about 5′ tall with small pointy tits, maybe a b-cup. Her ass was fantastic, big, wide and round. She had dark hair, a nice tan and never seemed to wear a bra. One of the things I liked the most about the place I worked was the air conditioning; it was always ice cold. In the summer time I would hover around the entrance and watch women’s nipples get hard as they walked in and the air hit them. Ms. Garcia’s tits were the best. Small, like I said, but pointy with great little nipples. In the summer time she would wear thin white t-shirts and I could see her big dark areolas. I fantasized constantly about this tiny woman and her big juicy ass. She was single and had two kids around 4 and 6. She was always really nice and we talked a lot when I carried her groceries to her car. I would always walk a step or two behind her so I could watch her ass moving up and down in her shorts.
This went on for a long time. On a particularly hot summer day I was carrying her groceries out and she was telling me how much handy work she had building up since her husband had left 2 years ago. Apparently she had a lot of painting and some minor repairs around the house. I had always been pretty good with that sort of thing and said that I would be happy to lend a hand if she wanted. Her eyes lit up and she smiled her beautiful smile at me. “Oh, would you really? You can’t imagine how much I would appreciate it!” My cock stirred in my pants at her smile and I’m sure I looked away briefly as I imagined her showing me her appreciation. I was only working about 20 hours a week at the grocery store and school was out so I had plenty of time on my hands. Irene (we were on a first name basis at this point) said she was going to take a couple of days off from her job and we could work together. She offered to pay me and I said I was happy just to help her out. Graciously, she accepted this with a smile.
Irene worked a Monday thru Friday 9 to 5 job. I usually worked on the weekends so she decided to take Monday through Thursday off. I rode my bike to her house that Monday and she greeted me at the door in sweat pants and a t-shirt. She looked great to me and I had a hard time taking my eyes off of her as she took me on a tour of the house. The kids, she told me, were at day care so we wouldn’t have to work around them. She wanted to paint the three bedrooms and the bathroom and there were a few problems with the plumbing in the bathroom.
We decided to start with her room since it was the biggest. Irene agreed that we should move everything to the center of the room and cover it with a drop cloth first. Irene was telling me about her job as we moved the bed toward the center of the room. We were going to put the lighter stuff on the bed with the dresser at the end of it. Irene was piling stuff on the bed when I picke up the night stand that went next to the bed. When I did this I found a pink rubber dildo that must have fallen underneath it. I froze for a minute staring at it. I knew what it was right away and Immediately I followed a line of logic that put that little dildo right in Irene’s hot juicy cunt. Irene must have noticed me not moving because she came around the bed and saw the dildo also. “Oh, my god! I’m so embarrassed.” she said. I turned away and put the end table on her bed. I mumbled something about it being no big deal as my heart pounded and I imagined her on the bed pumping it in and out of her dark little twat. I could feel my dick moving in my pants and I couldn’t do anything about it. I was looking pretty much anywhere but at Irene. When I finally hazarded a glance at her it looked like she was having just as hard a time looking at me. “Hhey, It’s no big deal.” I stammered. She smiled and started talking. “I’m so embarrassed that you saw this. It’s just that since my husband left …….and with two kids it’s hard to find time to date……..and with two kids it’s hard to find someone who wants to date me……well….” I interrupted her and said “Hey, really, don’t worry about it.” I felt sorry for her because she looked pretty miserable. “You don’t have to explain it at all really, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Irene sighed, “You’re right I suppose, and I appreciate your being so kind, I guess I’m just embarrassed that you saw it.” She smiled meekly and I smiled back. “Let’s get this stuff covered up and start painting.” I suggested.
Now I had said it was no big deal but I couldn’t stop thinking about that dildo and while Irene was cutting in and I was rolling paint behind her I kept staring at her big round ass and her little titties pointing out. Once in a while she would catch me staring and smile at me. I asked her if she really hadn’t had sex since her husband and she said yes. She seemed like she didn’t want to talk about it at first but then she kind of opened up. Even before her husband had left she wasn’t having much sex. He liked big tits and said her ass was too fat. I expressed my disbelief at this and she smiled appreciatively. Walking what I felt was a fine line, I told her I thought she was beautiful and had a wonderful body. Any man would have to be nuts to think otherwise. This opened her up a little more and the conversation evolved into a discussion of what we liked and didn’t like about the opposite sex and stuff like that. I had been with a couple of girls from school and we talked vaguely some of the things we liked during sex. The whole time my dick was in a kind of semi-hard constantly leaking frenzy, and my eyes continued to eat up her sexy body as I continued to become more and more aroused. Suddenly, we were done with the room. “Let’s go into the kitchen and grab something to eat.” she told me.
In the kitchen, over sandwiches and pop, we continued our conversation. Somehow the conversation had gotten around to pubic hair and I was saying most of the girls I knew shaved and just had a small patch.” She was quiet for a bit and asked how I felt about full bushes. Having seen a few old pornos and spent a lot of time looking at my dad’s old playboys I answered that I loved them and often wished it weren’t the current trend to shave. She smiled again and I suspected she was one with a full bush and my cock throbbed in my jeans. We talked about cleanliness and how some of the girls didn’t smell so good. Irene looked shocked and kind of worried. “They smell bad?” she asked. “You’ve never smelled yourself?” I asked. “No, but I try to keep myself clean, I don’t want to smell bad……” “Well, why don’t you check right now? Just give yourself a little rub and smell your finger.” I suggested. She blushed and said “no, way” but the air was thick between us and her nipples were poking out aggressively. “You know, If I was older I’d be asking you out all the time.” I said boldly. She blushed again and said “If i were a little younger, I’d be taking you up on it.”
We finished up and headed to the bathroom to see about fixing the sink and getting it ready to paint.