*Written as a special gift for someone who supported me through dark times. Thank you!*
I drove up the road looking for the address she had given me on the phone. Number 336. What was her name again? I’ll check the message before I go inside. A bird had struck her window and she needed the window patched before the weather arrived. The replacement glass will still be a few days. She had called me, saying she got my number from a friend called Emily, then texted me her details, including the size of the broken window. A quick swing by the hardware and I’d got what I needed to sort her problem.
Ahh. 336, Nice place. Well kept garden out the front, well maintained paint job on a split level bungalow, stepping down over a sloped section towards the road. Pulling into the concrete driveway, I looked up at the house. The window was broken on the lower floor near the front door, but I could see movement on the upper floor.
Grabbing my phone I quickly looked at the text. Sally. Great, now to get this job done. I opened the door of my ute, with a metal grinding screech. By the time I got to the white, wooden panelled door I heard skipping footsteps coming down the stairs. I knocked lightly knowing she was just about to open the door.
It swung open, a beautiful full bodied blonde woman stood in the doorway. She had no makeup on, her hair up on a bunch on the top of her head, dressed in dark green leggings and a heavy metal band tee. Nothing else about her said heavy metal band enthusiast, certainly not the half blown up yellow balloon in her hand. Then I got caught on her eyes. They were hazel, shining with warmth that warmed my soul.
“Hi, you must be Dave. I’m Sally. Come on in.” She said with a joyful smile.
“Thanks.” I say as I crouch down and unzip the sides on my work boots. Looking up I can see her ample breasts aren’t in a bra. Holy shit! How am I gonna get through this job without a boner! Balloons and decent tits are my thing!
“What’s the ballon for, you throwing a party?” I ask gently, trying to break the ice a little.
“Yeah, it’s my daughter, Mila’s, 6th birthday party tomorrow and I’m trying to prep now as I have to work tonight.” She replied.
“Crushed for time huh? Show me the window and I’ll get it sorted for you.”
“It’s just around here.” She says as she indicates with her hand. I round the door as she closes it. Oh god, she even smells great, like a mix of citrus and fresh baked bread… Or is that baked bread smell from upstairs?
“Right, I’ll get on to this and get out of your hair.” I say. Watching the balloon she’s holding in her hand closely, it would need much more to be full. I wonder if she fills them to popping. My cock pulses in my pants. Gotta stop thinking about it!
Turning to the window, I pull out my measuring tape, bending down to measure the lower part of the window frame. Good, the plywood sheet I have will fit well, with a little bit of trimming to size. Suddenly, I realise she hasn’t moved from behind me, making my senses tingle on alert.
“Um… I’m gonna just pop out and grab the wood. I’ll fit it to the inside for security reasons, and pop some plastic over the outside for weather proofing.” I say as I rise.
“Thank you Dave. You’re a lifesaver” Sally says as she turns and bounces up the steps, her butt jiggling with every foot fall. Shit I’m screwed. Keep a level head Dave!
Grabbing the wood, trimming it to size and installing it went without a hitch. Back out at the ute I grab the roll of plastic, blade and stapler and return to the window. I am cutting it to size when I hear a thump coming from upstairs, followed by a curse. Hearing Sally’s feet on the stairs, I pause, anticipating her interruption.She comes around the door in her bare feet.
“Dave, when you get a moment could you help me upstairs. I am trying to put up balloons but it’s not going to plan.” She asks with a very full, tied off balloon in her hand.
“Sure. I just need to Staple off this plastic and double check the inside, then I’m done here.” I reply with a smile.
“Great, I’ll wait inside for you. It feels too fresh out here for me already.” Sally says, her pointed nipples under her tee confirming the cold.
Returning to my work I finish efficiently, and open the door. Placing the plastic roll, blade and stapler inside the open door, I take off my boots and outdoor work jacket and leave them on the front step. Closing the door behind me I notice Sally sitting on the landing where the stairs return on themselves. She blowing up a purple balloon. My cock jumps to attention, tight against my jeans zipper. This woman’s going to do my head in.
I turn away to catch my breath and concentrate on checking my job. It’s all ok but I hold my position, listening to her blowing the balloon up. Huge lung fills going in at a time.
“Bet you can’t pop it!” I say as I turn around. Wow! It’s big, the neck of it stretching long. She gives me a cheeky smile and blows again… and then lets it go, it flies around the bursa escort stairwell, landing at my feet. I pick it up slowly as she says,
“The help I need is up stairs.” She stands and turns going up the part of the stairs I can’t see. I’m being drawn to a silent siren’s song. Holding the warm, flaccid, rubber balloon in my hand I follow her up the carpeted stairs, rearranging my hard cick in my jeans as I climb.
Turning on the landing of the stairs I see the lounge. There are balloons on the floor and the couch, with three bunches attached to the top corners of the curtains. Heaven. This woman has me in the palm of her hand and she doesn’t even know it.
She is reaching into the bag of balloons, grabbing two more. I walk up the rest of the stairs and over to her, reaching into the bag, and selecting a yellow one. I can feel her eyes on me as I start blowing it up. Lifting my eyes slowly I hold her gaze. We’re both blowing, pausing to breathe and blowing again. I can feel the tension rise as the balloons build in pressure. Will she take it all the way? She’s smiling as she pauses between each blow.
“What do I get if mine pops first?” I ask tentatively.
“You want stakes?” She asks surprised.
“Sure, how keen are you?” I ask softly between blows.
Suddenly she seems nervous. Have I gone too far? I continue blowing. She slowly says,
“It’s been a long time between… um… am I being too forward? Emily said you were single.”
I knew my surprise was etched on my face. I held the neck of my balloon tightly closed, thinking this through. What was she asking me?
“I’m hearing that you’re asking me to have sex with you. If I’m correct, I’m all in. But if I’ve misheard…”
“Yes, If that’s something you’d be into?” She interrupts enthusiastically.
“I’m very into it. And the balloons to be honest. If you blow a few right up until they pop I’m all yours for the rest of the day!” I say with a grin.
“Wow, I didn’t know that was a thing. Sure. Though popping balloons isn’t my favourite thing to do, I’d love to see what it does for you.” Sally informs me kindly, then continues, “I do need to grab a loaf of bread from the oven at some point, but I have an alarm on. Oh and my kids are at their dads tonight so I’m free until I need to get to work at 4:30.” After quickly calculating things I say,
“I’m self-employed so no boss to report to, but I need to text a friend I was gonna catch up with for a late lunch, then I’m all yours until you kick me out.”
Bringing my balloon back up to my mouth, I blow again. Feeling it’s tension in my hands, the soft, rubbery texture against my lips, as I subtly slide it over my mouth between breaths and blows.
Bang
“Eekk!” Her balloon popped, bringing a small shriek and visible jump from Sally. The noise she makes making me jump a little.
“God they make me jump so much Dave!” How many do you want popped? I’m all jittery from just that one.” Sally says shakily.
“That’s my first win, but we didn’t define the stakes. Could I be forward and ask you to take off your top and rub a big balloon up your arms and over your chest. I’d love to pop one on you later, but only if you’re ok with that.” I say, seeing her eyes widen in surprise. She smiles and lifts her T-shirt off seductively and drops it on the floor. Oh Christ, her breasts are stunning! I shift my cock in my pants to address the discomfort.
“You’re beautiful Sally!” I say as she blushes.
“Thank you Dave, you’re pretty fine yourself. Though I do think we should keep the number of clothes we have on equal.” Sally suggests. I laugh, bend down and take off my socks. When I look back up at her, she has a huge grin and says pointedly,
“Looks like I’ll need to be more explicit with my requests… or I just do what I want with you. How would you like this to go Dave?”
My heart skips a beat, she’s ok with taking the lead… Am I ok with that? Pausing, I consider my options. I don’t think I’ll ever have this kind of opportunity again in my life, so I’m amping to have it all, but also know it’s unachievable.
“Ok, I get the point” I say as I take off my long sleeve t-shirt, slowly peeling it up over my torso, over my head and down my large arms. Having to do one at a time, to pass the bulging balloon between my hands. Lifting my eyes I see her taking in my body hungrily. How slow do I take this?
I raise the balloon to my mouth again and blow, long and hard, my lungs tightening as I expel all the air I have from them, feeling a slight head rush. Drawing a deep breath in again, I hold it momentarily before gradually releasing it. Take this slow Dave, we have hours.
I tie off the balloon and walk over to Sally, she puts out her right hand to take the balloon from me but I grasp her hand in mine instead. Using my other hand I draw the balloon ever so slowly, up her forearm.
“I want you to tell me how it feels for you. Close your eyes and feel it Sally. Apart from my hand holding bursa escort bayan yours, only the balloon will make contact with your skin.” I whisper quietly.
“It’s soft and warm from your breath, sliding smoothly on my skin. I can feel hairs on my arms bending as it passes by… oh I can smell the rubber too” She responds softly. I smile to myself, sliding it further up her arm to her shoulder and on to her cheek, holding it there, pressing it into the side of her face a little.
“Mmm… that pressure feels good on my cheek” Sally groans softly.
“Do you want that pressure anywhere else? I ask softly near her ear.
“Please… on my breasts, squash them with the balloon.” She requests shyly.
Needing two hands, I draw her hand closer to me, placing it on my shoulder. She gives a sharp intake of breath on the skin contact, then releases it, the warmth of it ruffling the hairs on my chest softly.
Using both hands to control the balloon, I roll it down from her face slowly towards her right breast. Rolling the balloon all the way over the breast, then pushing up and in on her under breast, enabling the balloon to hold and squash against its full weight. The balloon is stretching close to its limit, becoming partially translucent; I can see her nipple doing its best to push back at the balloon. Glancing at her left breast I really want to lick and suck her nipple but continue holding the pressure, feeling her grip on my shoulder keeping her upright. God, I really need that nipple, so I ask,
“Can I use my tongue on your other nipple Sally? My hands will stay on the balloon.”
“Yes… please…” I can hear the wanting in her voice.
I bend slightly sideways, closing my eyes as my lips touch her breast. I can taste the skin of her nipple as I lave it gently; slightly salty and what must be her citrus body wash. Moaning, I open my mouth and suck her nipple using my tongue to flick her nipple tip. Her left hand comes up at the base of my neck, running her fingers through the short hair on the back of my head. The action pulls my head firmly into her breast, my mouth widening to take as much breast as possible. The tingling sensation ripples through my body making my muscles tighten.
Bang!
The balloon pops between us and Sally squeals on her intake of breath, her nails digging into my shoulder and the back of my head. My groan is muffled over her breast, my now free hands finding the warmth of her right breast.
“Oh… My… God!…” Sally says, her chest billowing with her rapid breathing. “I’m going to have a heart attack if that happens again.”
I lift my head looking her in the eyes asking,
“Can I kiss you Sally?” to which she nods quickly. Bringing my hands up to her head I hold her face and kissing her softly at first. I am unsure of how she would like things to proceed from here. Sally surprises me by flicking her tongue over my parted lips. Taking that as permission I grip her head tighter and devour her mouth from the inside out. She’s delicious and beautiful… and in my hands!
Her hands have slid down my back, holding onto my waist lightly. The feeling of her hands on me is torturous… I want so much more of her. Moving towards Sally I close the gap, feeling her breasts on my chest as I kiss her. The kiss is deep and passionate. The fingers of her right hand run up my spine with enough pressure to feel her short nails. The sensation makes me shudder as I continue gorging on her.
I ease back from her face and ask,
“How did you want to do this, Sally? I could blow and pop balloons with you all day… but I’m sure you have some other things in mind.”
“Can I start by licking your body? I want to taste your skin before I taste your cock.” Sally requests. My breath stutters out of me. She is all types of fucking sexy!
“Great plan! I’m all yours hun.” I say with a lopsided smile. “So, if we’re being equal on the clothing front, I have to down my pants… it’s only fair…” I continue laughingly.
Sally laughs loudly, agreeing with a nod.
She turns around, takes one step away, reaches for her waistband of her tight leggings. Glancing over her shoulder she leans forward and slowly peels the tights from her creamy coloured body. By the time the leggings are below her stunning butt cheeks, I can see she’s wearing a bright pink cotton, sports type, g-string. The colour popping on her creamy skin. She pauses, holding that position of the tights just under her butt, until I get the hint.
I undo my leather belt, pulling it from the loops of my old work jeans. Folding it in half I make it snap against itself. The grin Sally gives me says she’s keen, but I want in her way to much for me to spend too much time with a belt spanking! I see her ready her stance, bracing her hands on her legs.
“Just one for that stunning arse of yours, I wanna see and enjoy more of you!” I say, swinging my right arm back and bringing it with medium force towards escort bayan her butt cheek.
Smack!
The belt makes swift contact on her bare skin. She yelps quietly and holds her position. Wow, she took the belt quite well… good to know! I reach forward with my left hand, and caress the mark, groaning with the warmth of the rising welt in my palm.
Sally reaches back up to her leggings and starts peeling them down further. I follow suit and remove my jeans. I’m in my boxer briefs when she stands up straight and turns around, facing me again.
“May I?” She asks softly, reaching for my chest with her hands. I nod gently, watching her eyes devour my body; hers for the taking. She runs her hands through my chest hair, each hand up and over my shoulders, down my biceps then to my belly. It’s sure not a six pack cut like it used to be, but she’s appreciating it like she’s been needing it for years.
Sally slowly lowers herself to her knees. A groan escapes from me as her hands lower to my cock, trying to escape from my boxers. She grasps it firmly through the material, squeezing in pulses that mays my cock throb fabulously. Leaning forward she slowly licks it through the material from root to tip. Precum dampens the material of my boxers at the tip. She’s so talented at teasing I’m not going to last at this rate.
Tilting my head back and closing my eyes, I drop in to the feeling of her attention. Her hand are pulling my boxers down, her fingers warm in my skin. Her hot breath touches my now bare cock.
“Mmmm, fuck!” I groan. Her lips are on my cock, her tongue flicking just under the head. It feels so good, I have to look.
There she is, on her knees, gazing up at my face, one hand on my shaft, the other holding my thigh. Her mouth is just covering my cock head, her tongue dancing around inside her mouth. She opens her mouth, flattens her tongue and slides her mouth down my shaft. I can feel the back of her throat, soft and so slippery with thick saliva.
She starts to deep throat me rhythmically, a pattern of about 3-4 hard thrusts with my assistance and then a pause for her to gather herself. I see tears in the corner of her eyes as she groans over my cock. My heads reach for her head, I need some control here or I’m going to blow my load. I gently slow her pace. I notice one of her hands has dropped between her legs, playing with her pussy through her g-string.
Jeez, now I really need to have her pussy!
“That’s so good hun. Now I want to taste you.” I say gently, as I pull out of her mouth. I use my thumb to wipe the saliva off her chin and lips. Using my hand to gently guide her up from her knees, I lead her over to the couch and lie her back among the balloons, kicking the ones on the floor away so I have room. Her back is half up in the cushions, with her butt right on the front edge of the couch. Right where I need her.
On my knees in front of her I reach back and grab a balloon from the packet on the coffee table, placing it next to me. I wonder how far she’ll go with this? I trace my finger up each thigh slowly, stopping clear of her pussy. She starts wiggling a bit on the couch, trying to speed me up. Grinning to myself I reach up to her breasts, filling both my hands with them and squeezing firmly. Tits and balloons. My bliss!
I groan, my chest pushes into her warm soft thighs as I grab a full balloon from next to her. I repeat the thigh stroke with the balloon, pushing it up into the apex of their thighs when I reach there. She moans softly as I roll it up with pressure over her monds and back down to between her legs. I can see the wetness growing in her g-string as I repeat the movement.
The smell of her arousal hits me and takes over my senses. Sweetness with a tang. Now I need to taste her. I place the balloon down between my legs, hard up against my shaft, letting out a moan as I do. The familiar feel of blown balloon on my body kicking me up another gear.
Using my finger, I trace the edge of her g-string, down to her sexy arse. The heat emanating from her pussy working like a heat seeking missile for my hands and mouth. Sliding my fingers under the seams, I feel her dripping wet pussy. She’s wiggling around, trying to make me penetrate her.
“Ah-ah… not yet my tantalising treat” I whisper up to her. My finger play on her shaven pussy lips, not quite entering, but moving the soaking wetness around under her gstring. Leaning forward I breathe hot air over her mound; rubbing my cock over the balloon as I do.
Our moans mingle in the air as my open mouth lands on her mound. Nipping gently I each up to grab either side of the waistband of gstring and pull outward, hard. Fail, they didn’t snap!!
We both laugh out loud, while I pull them down her legs. I return to her pussy quickly and her laughter dies off into a moan as I lick up from her vagina to her clit and back down. The taste of her is tangy and sweet with the background flavour of that same citrus body wash. Mmm… delicious.
My tongue enters her pussy softly at first, feeling the soft fold of her slide either side of my tongue, over my chin as I get into the swing of tonguing her hole. Her hands creep up into my hair as she try’s to manoeuvre my mouth to where she wants it. I appreciate a woman who know what’s she likes and let her guide me.