Side Jobs – Joan And A Cup Of Tea

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Some jobs are very simple. People hire me to do them when they could easily do it themselves. Occasionally a job is just an excuse to have some company, lonely folks who want someone to share a cup of tea… or more.This was one of those jobs…*****The condo complex had the visitor parking clearly marked and fortunately, there was a space open when I arrived. The building was large, at least ten stories, and the signage by the entrance displayed ’55+’ next to the exterior door I passed through. I typed in the number she had given, 906, and heard the loud click as the interior door unlocked.The elevator ride was uneventful, quick and quiet with no stops, and I was quickly at her door. I knocked and the door opened, a small hand gesturing for me to enter.“Come in, come in, young man,” the cheery voice invited.Joan was a petite woman, very short and slender. She smiled as she looked up at me.“Well, you are a big fellow,” she announced. “Much bigger than my Howard was.”“Hi, Joan. I’m J.”“Well, of course you are,” she replied with a smile. “I don’t have any other men coming over.”She giggled at her joke and winked before going into the kitchen.“Come, have a cup of tea and we will chat,” she invited.I slipped off my shoes and put my tool pouch on the floor, moved to the table and sat on the chair she gestured to. She placed a cup of tea in front of me and took the seat across.“Cream and sugar?” she asked.“No, thank you,” I answered.“To each his own,” she shrugged as she put a little of each in her cup. “I appreciate you coming on such short notice, especially on a Sunday.”“Well, I had no plans and istanbul travesti you made it sound like it required immediate attention.”“Oh, did I?” she mused with a coy smile.“Yes.”“Well, it was on my mind and I wanted to call before it slipped away,” she explained.She sipped her tea and I waited for her to continue, taking in the open-concept design of the condo and noticing the balcony overlooking the golf course beside the river.“Nice place you have here,” I commented.“Yes, I like it,” she replied with a smile. “After Howard passed the house was too big, so I found this place.”“Have you been here long?”“A few years. It’s small, but so am I,” she giggled. “It suits me well.”“It looks fairly new and well maintained.”“Well,” she sighed. “I should be honest with you. I don’t need anything repaired.”“No?”“No,” she admitted shyly before taking another sip.We sat quietly for a moment as she chewed on her lower lip and gathered her thoughts.“I got your number from my friend, Marilyn. You did her kitchen.”I smiled at the mention of Marilyn.“Well, at Bingo she was always talking about her kitchen and how much she enjoyed your company, so at church today I asked how she could afford such a renovation on her budget. She told me about your arrangement and your… equipment…”I smiled and nodded as she continued.“As you can see, I am a small woman. I have a very small vagina. My husband, Howard, fortunately, had a small penis, but even then intercourse was difficult and painful.”I sipped my tea, wondering where this was headed. She put her cup down and leaned forward, resting her forearms istanbul travestileri on the table as her small hands encircled the cup.“We did other things,” she continued. “With our mouths and hands. My favourite was to tease him while I watched him masturbate.”Her eyes brightened and her smile widened as she continued.“He would stroke his penis and say dirty things, and make me say dirty things while I watched. Sometimes I would tease him and please myself while he did it,” she admitted.“Sounds like fun,” I teased.“Well, after Marilyn told me about your penis…” her face flushed and she looked down as she paused. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I… I‘ve never seen a big penis. Just pictures and a few dirty movies. I want to watch you masturbate.”Not what I was expecting, but I never refuse a woman’s request for my physical company.“Sure, we can do that,” I replied with a smile.“Oh goodie!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands quietly and jumping up from the chair.She began pacing the room, mumbling to herself as she wrung her hands together. I stood up and removed my shirt, placing it on the chair, and put my hands on my hips.“Where would you like to do this?” I asked.She turned and looked at me, her eyes widened and her mouth agape. Slowly she stepped close and reached her hands out, putting them on my chest and running them over my shoulders, arms and torso.“Oh my,” she mused. “Like the statues at the museum, all muscular and hard.”“Thank you. I try to keep in shape.”Her hands roamed my chest and stomach, stopping at my waist above the edge of my jeans. They were soft and warm, travesti istanbul and her touch had its effect on my now-swelling cock. Her eyes fell to the growing bulge level with her chin.“Oh my… oh, the bedroom. Yes, on the bed. That’s what Howard liked the best.”I followed her to the bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed to remove my jeans and socks as she watched intently. Her eyes widened and she smiled brightly as my hardening cock swung free.“Oh my!” she gasped. “You are huge! Just as Marilyn described!”I smiled and stroked myself a few times before climbing on the bed. I lay on my back and patted the bed next to me. She slowly crawled on and sat on her heels next to my hip, staring intently at my engorged cock as I stroked slowly.“Talk to me, like you talked to Howard,” I suggested. “You can take your clothes off as well.”“Oh, no,” she giggled. “I’m not comfortable being naked with you.”“Up to you,” I smiled. “At least unbutton your top for me.”She smiled coyly and slowly undid the buttons, her small breasts partly hidden under the white lacy bra underneath.“Ooh, I feel so naughty,” she giggled.I put my thumb and finger around the base of my cock and squeezed gently, the thick shaft and head swelling to the max as she stared at it. My other hand stroked slowly, gliding from base to tip and back again as she stared hungrily.“You can touch it,” I assured her.She reached out tentatively, her fingers trembling as the tips grazed the fat swollen head. Her other hand moved to the shaft, her fingers gently tracing the pulsing veins as she gently rubbed around the tip.“It’s beautiful,” she praised quietly. “So hard, so big. Howard had a nice little penis… I liked his penis.”She wrapped her little hands around me and slowly stroked the length of my cock, making it throb and twitch.“This,” she announced with a smile. “This is a big cock.”

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