11 comments/ 72117 views/ 23 favorites Helping Hands...Horny Hands... By: ExiledWelshman It was the end of my first week in a new job, and the end of my second week in a new town. I'd gone to the supermarket on my way home to pick up a bottle of wine and some food. A relaxing Friday night in front of the tv was in order before I finished the unpacking I had been putting off over the rest of the weekend. I turned the corner into my street and noticed a lady, who I had not seen before, struggling to get a huge boxed item out of the boot of her car. I only saw her from behind, but what I saw was enough to make me stop; a nice wide arse ensconced in tight black trousers, long black hair. "Hey, do you need a hand?" I asked. She turned around, surprised at the question. "No I'm fine I can manage." she replied. "You sure? That's a big old box. Is that a TV?" "Yep, when I saw it in the shop I didn't realise it would come in such a huge box." "Look, let me help you get it in the house and then I'll be on my merry way." I said, and then added, "It's no trouble, really. And don't worry, I'm not going to do a runner with it, I've already got a TV!" She thought about this, seemingly weighing up her options. Then she smiled and moved to one side to make room for me. "Thank you. I'm Sarah, by the way." "Hi Sarah, I'm Jack. Now, let's get this out of the car." While we had been talking, I'd had a better chance to give Sarah a good looking over. Size 18, maybe? About the same height as me, 5 foot 7, wonderful boobs, which I later found to be size 40 EE, and a very nice face, which lit up when she smiled. I put her at about 55 to my 32. We got the television in to her living room, no wonder she was struggling with it, it was a 52 inch screen! "All I need to do now is figure out how to set this bloody thing up!" Sarah said with a laugh. "Well, I could help with that as well if you want. Plus you need to move your old one as well" I replied. At no point did I ever fancy my chances - I had had the customary look for a wedding ring, which was absent, but I'm a short fella with a bit of a beer gut, and I didn't for one moment think that anything would happen. How happy I was to be proven wrong. "Are you sure Jack? I don't want to put you out." "Really, it's no problem, all I've got planned is dinner, a bottle of plonk and some TV before bed." "Then thank you, I'd love some help." Sarah said with a smile. As we worked we chatted away. I explained I was new to the area and had moved here for work. Sarah gave me some useful tips on the area and explained that she was a local girl, born and bred. By the time we had finished she had a new shiny tv all hooked up and ready to go. "Thank you so much Jack." She beamed. "No problem, glad I could help." I replied. "So, how about I repay the favour? I noticed you have a frozen pizza for your dinner. I think after working so hard you deserve something better. Would you like to have dinner with me?" I was taken aback, but very pleased. "Of course I would, thank you. How about I leave this bottle of wine here while I pop home and get showered and changed? When shall I come back over?" "About an hour and a half?" "You're on." I went home and while I showered and changed my mind began to wonder. I still didn't think for a moment that I had a chance of anything happening but my cock began to get very hard when I thought of those beautiful tits and that gorgeous round arse. So, as most blokes would in that frame of mind and with an ever stiffening cock, I had a wank, thinking about the sexy lady I was about to have dinner with. A little over an hour and a half later I arrived back at Sarah's front door, dressed in jeans, a shirt and some casual shoes. A bit of an effort made, but nothing that screamed of my very real desperation! Sarah answered the door having changed clothing as well. Wow! A long black dress, hugging all the right curves, with a shit load of cleavage on show. Had I misjudged the situation? My twitching penis certainly hoped so. "You look fantastic Sarah...I feel rather underdressed!" I said. Sarah laughed, "don't be silly, I just like to dress up. I have all these lovely dresses and normally just slob around the house in jeans and t-shirt. I just thought I'd dress up nicely for once!" "Well you certainly look the part!" She led me inside to the kitchen where there was already a glass of wine poured for me and a delicious smell of what turned out to be lasagne coming from the oven. We made some small talk for a bit and dinner was soon ready. Sarah said she was divorced after a particularly nasty marriage and was happy on her own. We moved onto a second bottle of wine and moved to the sofa. "Thank you so much for helping me Jack. I would never have got that sorted without you helping me. You even took most of the weight of it all. I felt lazy!" Sarah said. I laughed, "well you know, I'm always ready to help a damsel in distress, even if I nearly did break my back doing it. That old tv of yours weighed a ton!" "Awww poor baby," Sarah purred. "Let me see if I can make that feel a bit better for you." With that she got up and walked behind the sofa. I felt her hands lightly caress my neck, and work down to my chest. It felt electric and immediately I felt my cock begin to harden again. "Do you like that Jack?" she whispered into my ear. "Very much so." I replied half moaning my words. "Then wait five minutes, come upstairs and find me. Five minutes, don't be late." She purred. They were the longest five minutes of my life. After 5 minutes I made my way upstairs. I tried the first door - box room. Second door - bathroom. Third door - Bingo! The room was lit by about a dozen candles placed around the room and there was the smell of perfume in the air. Sarah was stood by her bed, having undertaken yet another wardrobe change. She was wearing the shortest skirt I have ever seen, I swear to God, if she bent over the fucking thing would be made redundant. Her thick chunky thighs looked amazing. On her top half she was wearing a see through top with nothing on underneath. "Like what you see Jack?" she said. "Fucking hell Sarah, you're stunning" I replied. "Thank you," she giggled, performing a twirl so I could take in everything. "Now, I am going to go and get us some more wine. While I am gone, I want you do undress and lay on the bed, face down." Who was I to argue? I did as she said and a minute later I heard her come back in. She didn't say a word but I felt her get on the bed and the next thing I knew she was giving me a wonderful massage, warm oil being rubbed firmly but sensuously into my skin. She worked her way around my shoulders, and down my back, then to my arse, rubbing the cheeks together and running her finger down my arse crack. I moaned in pleasure and she reached under me and took my swollen cock in her hand. "Roll over Jack." She whispered. I did and was greeted by the site of her topless, those enormous tits in front of my face. She leaned down so we could kiss. Our lips met and our tongues explored as she continued to feel my cock in her hand. "Are you ready for a night you're never going to forget Jack?" Sarah asked. With a smile I said, "Ready as I'll ever be" To be continued... Helping Hands...Horny Hands... Ch. 02 This is the second chapter of this story. To get up to speed please read chapter one. Any feedback would be appreciated. * I could hardly believe what was happening. I'm not the kind of guy this sort of thing happened to, yet here I was, laying on my front on Sarah's bed, while she gently but firmly massaged me. My erection was pushing down into the bed as she sat astride me, and I could feel her wet cunt on the small of my back. "Nice and relaxed now Jack?" Sarah said, with an edge of wickedness to her voice. I could imagine the glint in her eye. "Uh-huh." I replied. "Gooooood." Sarah replied in a husky voice. She got off me and told me to roll over. I did so and was greeted by the sight of her magnificent breasts and a wicked smile. We kissed, long and hard, her hand wandering down towards my cock. She took it firmly and began to wank me off. I groaned with pleasure as we kissed. She pushed me back and began to kiss down my chest and stomach and with no hesitation swallowed me whole. It was amazing. I've had my fair share of blow jobs but this was an expert demonstration of how a cock should be sucked. Every now and then Sarah would stop and wank me while licking the tip of my now aching cock. "Enjoying?" she asked wickedly. "Fuck yes but I want to fuck you." "All in good time baby." She did a 180 degree turn so she her sopping pussy was above my face. I needed no invitation and began to lick her pussy eagerly, one hand one her ample arse. I let my finger wander towards Sarah's anus. She stopped. "Finger my arse while you lick me." Result. I slid my finger in to her arse while licking her pussy, all the time her mouth clamped around my cock. She was sucking harder and faster now. I was close. "I'm going to cum." I said. "In that case Jack, you better fuck me. I want to feel your cum fill my pussy." Sarah shifted and turned so she could ride me. And ride me she did, wildly. She leaned down so her huge tits were in my face as we fucked and within minutes she was screaming in pleasure as she reached orgasm. With all the tension in my cock, I wasn't far behind her, my balls tightening as I shot inside her. She eased herself off me backwards so I could still see her. Panting and smiling she began to finger her pussy, and then with her fingers covered in our intermingled juices she licked them clean. That was almost enough to get me hard again there and then. Sarah crawled towards me. "Time to clean you up baby." She said. She pushed my back and began to lick my cock and balls. The sensation was amazing. Again I groaned in pleasure as Sarah began to wank me back to hardness. We made love again, slower this time, more considered, taking our time to explore each other's bodies, seeing what were the real turn on's for each of us. After reaching another explosive climax each, we collapsed in each other's arms and slept. Hours later I was awoken by Sarah wearing a dressing gown and holding 2 steaming mugs of coffee. We drank. We talked. "I'm not looking for a relationship Jack, and even if I was one with someone as young as you would never work." She said. I laughed. "It's not often you get described as young when you're in your mid-thirties." "You know what I mean." she chuckled. "You're right though, it would never work. But does that mean this is a one off?" I asked. "Of course not, as long as we have an understanding that this is a friendship with sexual benefits." Sarah replied. I was relieved, not wanting this amazing evening to be a one off. "So, we can hook up once or twice a week, dinner, drinks and fucking. How does that sound Jack?" "Delightful." I smiled back. "And, you never know, I have a friend or two that might want to join us some time." Now I was intrigued. "Friends of a male or female persuasion?" I asked. "Female Jack, don't worry, I'm not going to introduce a guy to this." Again, relief hit me. "I have a couple of friends who I think would really like you. And they already like me." With that, Sarah kissed me and those kisses started to wind their way down my body. I closed my eyes. I sighed happily. I had moved to the right city. To be continued... Helping Hands...Horny Hands... Ch. 03 Please read chapters 1 & 2 to get up to speed. Hope you enjoy this installment. Six weeks later... It was winter. It was wet, windy and cold, but this could not dampen my spirit. The last month and a half had, quite frankly, been fantastic. I was finding my feet in both my job and the new city I called home, I had made some good friends at work and was generally feeling pretty good about life. And then, of course, there was Sarah. Despite my professional and personal life going well, my sex life was at an all time high. Before meeting her I hadn't had much luck with the ladies and it transpired that Sarah hadn't been with anyone for quite a while. With relish, we were both making up for lost time. We had explored things that were new to both us, that we were both curious about. We had taken it in turns to be submissive and then dominant. We tried numerous positions. I discovered that, despite my initial reservations, I enjoyed having my arse played with. We had talked about our previous sex lives and shared fantasies as yet unfulfilled. On our first encounter, Sarah mentioned that she had friends who might be interested in joining us, but no mention had been made of it since. I was disappointed, but decided not to press the issue, assuming that she had sounded her friends out on the matter and they had declined. No matter though. I had met the perfect sex partner, and someone that was turning into a very good friend. All these thoughts were running through my head, as I sat at home on a chilly Saturday afternoon. Sarah had been away for a few days for a family gathering and she was due back this evening. She had entrusted me with a key to her house, so I could feet her two cats while she was away. Bored and with nothing to do, I put my coat on and went round to her house, via the corner shop, where I picked her up some milk so she could have a coffee when she got back. At her house I put the milk in the fridge, poured away the bottle that was already there and fed the two cats. Just as I was leaving my phone beeped. It was a message from Sarah. "HI JACK, I'LL BE BACK AROUND 7.30. WANT TO COME OVER AT 9 AND WELCOME ME HOME? SARAH X" I replied. "OF COURSE! SEE YOU THEN X" And so began the boring wait, 6 hours to kill... You wouldn't have thought I was dying to see her. I fell asleep on the sofa and woke up at 8.45. I grabbed a shower, got into some clean clothes and headed out. When I got to Sarah's, there was another car in the drive. To say my interest piqued would be something of an understatement. Maybe, just maybe. Despite having a key, I rang the doorbell and about 30 seconds later, Sarah answered the door. "Oh shit, Jack. I forgot to text you. Now's not a good time." My face must have fallen because before I could say anything she put her arms around me and gave me a tight squeeze. "My friend is here, she was waiting for me to come home. Her husband walked out on her earlier on. Another women." I might have been disappointed but this was not something I could kick up a fuss about. "Shit. Ok, no problem, you go look after her." "I will. And thanks for the milk, you're a life saver. I wish I had given you a shopping list, I've got no food in." she sighed. "What do you need? I'll pop to the shop. Its no trouble." "Are you sure?" "Of course. Why don't I get you some cheese, olives, bread, some cold meat. Will save you cooking." "You're a sweetheart." She purred. I smiled my winning smile. "I know. Back soon." Half an hour later I was back. Having been made to sit through endless episodes of Friends and numerous chick flicks by my ex-girlfriend, I knew ice cream was a cheesy addition to my shopping list, but I got it anyway. When Sarah opened the bag she saw it and laughed. "Come in, Carol wants to thank you." "I don't want to intrude." "You're not, come on." I went into the living room and met Carol for the first time. She looked as though she hadn't long stopped crying, her eyes were red rimmed and there was a box of tissues at her elbow. Beside it stood two empty wine glasses, one empty wine bottle and one that was half full. She stood up and she was taller than me, probably close to 5ft 10, a big girl, around the same age as Sarah. She, like Sarah had magnificent breasts and despite the emotional trauma she had been through, she was beautiful, her long auburn hair framing her face wonderfully. "You must be Jack. Thanks for going to get some food, even though I have no appetite. It was very kind of you." Sarah shouted through from the kitchen. "He got ice cream Carol!" Carol laughed. "I could probably manage some of that." "Jack, come and give me a hand please." Sarah shouted. I went through to the kitchen. "She knows about us." "Ok...is that a good or a bad thing?" "Well, tonight, it might be a good thing. If you fall off the horse...well...find another horse." "No way, her husband has just left her!" I said. "What better time for her to have some fun?" Sarah had what I had become to recognise as 'that' glint in her eyes. "I've never played with Carol. I've always wanted to though." she said,wickedly. "I am here you know." said Carol from behind us. We both turned, rumbled. I began to stammer an apology but Sarah cut me off. "Carol, darling, please don't be offended. I just thought that maybe some fun with Jack and, maybe, me as well might take your mind off things." "How many glasses of wine have I had now Sarah, 3?" "About that." "Then get me a fourth." A moment later Sarah was handing a large glass of wine to Carol, who drained most of it in one go. She took a deep breath and with almost no warning took hold of Sarah and kissed her. I was glad I didn't have a glass of wine in my hand. I'd have dropped the fucking thing. After 30 seconds, they came up for air. They locked eyes. They smiled. They kissed again. Again, they come up for air and Sarah looked at me. "Feeling left out Jack?" I honestly didn't know what to say. Before I could respond, Carol had locked her lips on to mine. It was an angry kiss, her tongue furiously exploring my mouth. She stopped and smiled. "Nothing will make up for my husband leaving me for some slut. But at least tonight I can have some fun." Sarah looked at me. I looked back. This time, the glint in the eye was mutual. To be continued...