“One tit fuck with a facial, one blow job and you swallow, one normal fuck to completion and one ass fuck to completion.” Julie looked stunned. “No condoms either,” I added. Julie’s face had drained of colour. That should put the sexual solution out of contention, I thought.
“I’ve never…” she started, “I can’t…”
“No worries,” I reassured her, “I can just leave it as it is.” She shook her head slowly.
“Tomorrow,” she muttered, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Julie turned and went into her house without saying anything else. She looked like she had been punched, and I felt guilty, but at least now she could be the one to refuse the deal, and that would keep her pride intact. I continued working on her paving for another hour, wondering if I had actually pushed her too far, but at least now nobody, including Julie, could see my embarrassing erection, because the screens were all in place. I managed to smile as I looked back when I left. It looked like the Kangaroos screens would stay up for some time.
I got a late night phone call from Finland that night asking me why an Australian customer was asking them if there were any other installers for their product. ‘Well done Julie’, I thought, at least she was looking for every possible answer. I told them that she was just trying to beat down my price to print new screens for her, and that they shouldn’t worry, I had already sold the gear. They sounded doubtful, but accepted that it was my sales territory and I had the right to handle it as I wanted.
PART TWO
But I didn’t sleep well. Half the time I had the most vivid erotic dreams of Julie’s various parts wrapping tightly around my cock, and the other half I was having nightmares about how my rather immature joke could ruin her life. I knew I had to decide which way to go, but the little head was winning the argument as dawn broke. It was telling me to stick to my guns and at least get a good fuck out of it, but after all the dreams my cock and balls felt like they were going to explode so I finally decided I had to take care of myself.
In what was one of the fastest wanks of my life I grabbed the shaft of my cock, replayed one of my erotic dreams in my head and about two and a half strokes later I shot a huge load of cum into the sheet. I never even had time to try and prevent wearing it, and the sheet and I were both soaked. Grinning ruefully, and thanking goodness that I wasn’t still married, I wiped up on a dry part, rolled the soiled bed sheets up and dropped them straight into the washing machine. Then I had a shower, and while the little head was dozing the big head decided that I was going to let Julie off. I would make her keep the Kangaroos covers for a month and then put her Collingwood ones back on. I was tired as I drove to Julie’s place, but I felt a lot less guilty. Deep down I also wished I was a bit less driven by my morals, because Julie was one hot chick, and knocking back a chance to do her was one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make.
She wasn’t there when I arrived, so I just went to work. Her paving was made up of solid marble tiles, and it was heavy and painstaking work to get them perfectly level and aligned. I was cementing them as I went, which meant frequent mixes, and the day slipped by with me barely noticing. That’s what I like about landscaping, the time passes quickly and you can see a tangible result when you are finished for the day. I was so engrossed that I never heard Julie come home or come out to the pool area.
“Darren,” she said from behind me, startling me, “I’ve been thinking about your suggestion…”
“Me too,” I said, hating myself for what I was about to say.
“No, let me go first,” she insisted, and I turned to her. “There are some things you want that I’ve never done before, and they are things that I am very scared of trying, but you said four parts for four walls, so if we start with one thing we can then see where we go from there. Is that OK?”
“Julie, you don’t have to…” I said and then I stopped in shock. She had just let her shirt open and she wasn’t wearing a bra. I was speechless as she thrust her two perfect globes toward me invitingly. Her tits are sensational; there is no way to describe them in words that will truly convey their magnificence. They are very big, but are not misshapen as many enhanced tits are. They are firm with large pale pink areola surrounding large nipples, and her cleavage is still epic, even without a bra on. When I saw them that first time my mind was stunned, but my cock reacted instantly, and I was very thankful that I had my morning wank because I am sure I would have shot my load in my pants if I hadn’t relieved the pressure earlier. I had honestly intended to tell Julie that she didn’t have to do this, but when confronted with the reality I just couldn’t form the words. Julie giggled, seeing my reaction.
“Let’s start with the tit fuck,” she said almost eagerly, “I’ve done that before, but I have never taken a facial.”
“Uh huh,” I moaned.
“You’ll be sweaty, can you jump in the pool first?” she asked sweetly, and I nodded, and turned to undress. “No,” she said, “I want to see you strip.” Feeling more like the prey than the hunter I turned back to her.
“OK,” I groaned and peeled off my shirt. She smiled her approval. It was much more awkward and far less sexy when I was trying to undo and take off my work boots and socks, but Julie waited patiently. Finally I undid and pushed down my trousers, taking my underwear down with them at the same time. My cock sprang out, pointing proudly up.
“Oh fuck,” she said breathlessly, “is that thing real?” I nodded and dropped into the pool, hoping desperately that I would remember how to swim. At that stage I could barely remember how to walk. Fortunately the water revived me and I didn’t drown before I got my long anticipated chance. I have to admit that after seeing those epic tits I had immediately given up on the idea of telling Julie of my earlier decision, the little head was back in control and the big head was not even pretending to put up a fight.
Julie was lying on a lounge chair when I climbed out of the pool. She had stripped down to her bikini bottom only and she looked only slightly nervous. I grabbed a towel that she had brought out and dried myself off. When I walked over to her she was staring at my cock intently.
“Are you sure nobody can see in?” she asked, not sounding overly concerned.
“Absolutely,” I reassured her. The screens always have that effect.
“OK,” she said, obviously trusting my certainty, “I brought out some baby oil…” she held a bottle out to me.
“Later,” I said, and lowered my mouth to one inviting nipple, licking it gently and then sucking it into my mouth. I could feel it growing in my mouth, and Julie moaned softly. My hands sought her tits and I squeezed the other nipple, rolling it gently between my thumb and finger.
“Oh shit,” Julie groaned, but it was in pleasure, not because I had hurt her.