Getting Wet With My Crush
Getting Wet With My Crush
Sex Story Author: | WetWife999 |
Sex Story Excerpt: | His right arm was sleeved with intricate ink that looked military. I inhaled his manly scent of sweat, musk, and |
Sex Story Category: | Blowjob |
Sex Story Tags: | Blowjob, Cheating, First Time, True Story, Written By Women |
I am a mature married woman and although I have been tempted many times, I have never cheated before. It’s easier to be good now that I have gotten older, but I still get some interesting offers. I am a tall brunette with green eyes and a curvy figure. I fantasize about sex all the time. I have not had a crush in forever, but there is this guy I can not stop thinking about who manages the hardware store up at the lake.
Ben is just a good ole country boy. He is good looking, but not classically handsome. He has a beefy build, dark curly hair, and he is several inches shorter than me. He is friendly, charming, and he looks to be in his mid to late 30s: somewhat younger than me. When he turns on his 1000 watt smile, I get a little weak in the knees. The first couple of times I saw him I was fine, but taken aback by how much he turned me on. Over time it got to where I would blush bright red like a schoolgirl when he smiled at me. I was always polite and never flirted, but I swear he knew I had the hots for him. Ultimately it got so bad I could not even look him in the eye when I had business there.
So anyway, we had recently ordered 70 bags of Sakrete from his store, and they were to be delivered early one morning last week. I was surprised to see that it was Ben backing the flatbed truck down my driveway. In all the years they have delivered things to us, Ben has never been the delivery guy. We said hi and I showed him where I wanted the bags stacked. We kept talking as he stood up on the flatbed to break the pallets, and he basically positioned his crotch about two feet in front of my face. I have never been much of a package checker, but I couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in his jeans. Of course he was smiling down at me and my face was on fire.
I watched from the kitchen window as Ben unloaded the 50 pound bags. He was strong and moved them around like they weighed nothing. He had a sexy physique and great ass. It was really turning me on to watch him work. As he finished stacking the last of the Sakrete, I decided to take him a Gatorade. He was wet with sweat and asked if I minded if he took his shirt off. I shook my head no as he slowly peeled his wet t-shirt over his head, revealing a lightly-furred, deeply-muscled torso with a delicious, dark, happy-trail diving into his button-fly jeans…. It looked like he was getting erect.
My mouth watered as he sauntered over to take the Gatorade. Ben posed and flexed, slowly running his fingers through his damp, dark, and curly hair, letting me admire his muscled physique. His other hand reached out to take the drink, leaving a trail of sparks where he grazed my hand. By then my hard nipples were poking holes through my bra and thin t-shirt. I could feel myself starting to get wet. He was staring at my huge tits and I was drinking in every inch of his sexy, sweaty body.
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