As you already know, Miami was hit by Hurricane Irma. Not as hard as the other coast, but enough to leave the streets and yards littered with fallen trees and branches. EVERYWHERE. My little yard, too.

Hiring Some Cocks

People are price gouging to do the clean-up. Even those that do not make lots of $$ are having to ask the city for help with their fallen trees. Generally, it’s either hire someone who makes big bucks to do it or do it yourself. I’ve done as much work as I can. Am now scratched up like crazy and had to hire some men (boys, really, to this 48-year old!).

I have a huge picture window and can watch the work going on. I bring the boys lemonade on ice (in red plastic cups) wearing my white bikini  (such a cock tease!) I’ve been baking for them, too… chocolate chip cookies, banana bread and feed them turkey sandwiches for lunch. They do stop temporarily to partake of my offerings. They gobble stuff quickly and get right back to work. I stand out with them, chitty chatting, enjoying their cocks… er… company. I also keep a cooler on the porch with water bottles on ice so they can grab water anytime they need it.

Cock Watching

They are sweaty as all get out, but when they grab a handful of ice and rub it on the back of their necks and chest, I fucking whimper with desire.

One guy, in particular, seems to have some charisma that makes me hungry for him. Or is it his giant cock that I can see in his pants, clearly a couple of sizes too small. I watch Enormous Cock’s performance… up now, soft again. I play games with myself, using a timer to try and gauge his erect/flaccid rhythm. While I don’t always win, I am pretty close other times.

A Special Treat

Yesterday, while out there, Mr. Charisma was off to the side not seeing I was out there with lunch, so I went over to tell him. And flirt with him. I wanted to see more of that huge cock.

He pulled his earbuds out and I asked what he was listening to. He said, “Oldies.” I asked, “Like?” He said Mary J. Blige was on when I came up to him.

I had to laugh at what he considered “oldies.” 90’s music?!?

laughing

For me, oldies are 70’s music!

We both laughed about the difference in our ages (he is 24 years old) and I had to tell him, “Still, I find you incredibly sexy.” He said, “I could say the same about you.” And I looked down and saw the outline of that… that… cock in his dirty pants.

I Need Your Help

I said, “I’ve got something I need lifted in the house, can you help?”

“Yeah,”

Succinct.

He followed behind me and when we got into the air conditioning, he said, “Ahhh!”

I walked right up to him and kissed him deeply, my hand rubbing on the front of his shorts, feeling a quickly hardening cock. I was shaking thinking about having that gorgeous cock in my mouth.

“May I,” I asked.

He stammered a “Sure, why not?”

I dragged him by his shorts into the Florida room (away from the picture window), sat on the couch, and unzipped him quickly.

Oh yeah, I was not disappointed. In fact, I am sure I had to slurp up a little drool.

There before me was an erect, uncut, big as fuck dick. I got up and grabbed a wet washcloth, leaving him hanging there with his hard dick bouncing around. When I came back, I lovingly cleaned his cock and balls. Staring at it, barely looking at his face… or eyes.

When he was clean… and semi-hard, I began my task (albeit yummy) of being a cocksucker.

It was delicious.

When he came in my mouth, I swallowed (of course)… thanked him… and then said, “Go back to work!”

I have not one clue what his name is.

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