HOT SUMMER LEMONADE
It was a steamy, hot day. Sweat covered me completely under my cotton blouse and mid-thigh skirt. I had finally begun cleaning out the basement of my new home, which was full of all manner of crap and was lugging the heavy trash bags out to the curb. As I was struggling along with the third one, there he was, quite suddenly; shirtless, smiling and offering to help. I had noticed him before, admiring his young, well-muscled body and handsome face as he went about half-naked in the summer heat and had made a mental note: to be explored further. He easily hefted the trash bag I had been struggling with and brought it to the curb. And what a gentleman: he offered to help with any others there might be. Nasty, horny bitch that I am, I thought this would be an excellent opportunity to do that exploring and see what this young stud really had to offer. So off we went to the basement and he promptly disposed of the other 3 bags of trash. As he was, I was practically salivating looking at the sweat glistening on his tanned skin as it highlighted his rippling muscles. I found myself wondering what was under those shorts and licking my lips. After the last bag had gone to the curb, I invited him to take a seat in the kitchen and offered him a cool drink; i was surprise he chose milk. In getting the milk carton out of the refrigerator, I made it a point to bend over far, to let him get a good look up my skirt. I knew he was getting a perfect view…an eyeful of my big ass. I poured a glass out for him, and speaking in a low, sexy voice, I leaned forward in such a way as to give him a better view of my deep cleavage and could feel his eyes burning on the hetfty, sweaty mounds. He was forgetting his manners, out-and-out staring, so I decided to go for it. “Ummm, see something you like?,” I asked. He stammered an apology and blushed, which just made him all the hotter to me. “Don’t be embarrassed,” I purred, taking his hand and putting it on my left tit. His hand squeezed firmly and he brushed his thumb roughly across my nipple, sending shivers of delight traveling through my body to blossom between my legs and manifest as spreading wetness. I shut my eyes and moaned, stepping closer to him and press my voluptuous body into his. He buried his face between my tits and I grabbed his hair, pressing his head against me and moaning louder. I stepped in front of him, straddling his legs and standing over him and rasped out “Get your milk right from the source.” I pulled his head back and unbuttoned my blouse, pulling my tits free of my bra, tweaking my already hard nipples as he stared. I looked down and could see the massive bulge in his shorts. He sucked at my big tits greedily, one hand on my ass, squeezing, the other sliding up the inside of my thigh. I moaned again as his hand reached my soaked pussy, the wetness having drenched the crotch of my panties. Pulling my panties to the side, he rubbed my slippery lips and clit as he continued sucking at my nipples. Just when I feel like it will never happen, he pushed two fingers up inside of me and I flex my knees, dropping down to push them in further. Taking his lips off my nipple, my handsome neighbor looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes and started chanting the kiddie rhyme, “Milk, milk, lemonade…I’d really like to feel some hot lemonade splashing all over me, strained through those white panties of yours, if you know what I mean. Haha! I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d hit the jackpot with this one…my little neighbor boy liked to play in the water… Give me a call if you want to know how he enjoyed his “lemonade” or what happened when that dirty boy turned “the corner where fudge is made.”