Hank said, “Hey, guys, I’m Hank Irons. I live on the corner up there. Didn’t want to presume, but it looked like you might could use a hand.”
Ralph whistled and said, “I don’t think you realize what you’re in for if you are serious about helping. We hired movers, but they disappeared on us and now we’re playing hell trying to get deposits back. We had to be out of our old place by this weekend. It’s not a ton of stuff for pros, but we didn’t have enough notice that we were getting screwed to line up friends.”
“So we got screwed hard,” Missy said.
Hank realized he was still holding her hand and he let it go finally. He thought up about a half dozen jokes about screwing hard, but decided to let them all go unsaid. He had plenty of time to make things awkward with the new neighbors. There was no reason to rush it in the first conversation.
Elvis would have made the screwing jokes, Hank thought
“Looks like you do need a hand then,” Hank said.
“Maybe both your hands, Hank,” Missy said.
God, she was almost too beautiful to exist in the real world. Hank cleared his throat and turned away from her.
“Well,” Hank said. “Let’s get you moved in.”
He popped the latch on the ramp and rolled it out from underneath the truck before setting it down on the driveway closer to the garage.
“You are already the expert to my amateur,” Ralph said and then saluted Hank.
Missy said, “We’d have been fiddling with the backend all day, if you hadn’t showed up.”
She actually bent over to look into the truck between a cabinet and the mattresses. Her ass spread out in her shorts again and her tits hung down and slid around in her shirt in partial profile.
Hank rolled his eyes up to the sky and shook his head. This was going to be a long day in a lot of different ways.
Ralph rolled the handtruck up the ramp and got the platform wedged up under the first cabinet. Missy was still bent over stressing the seams of her cutoffs and daring them to try to contain those ass cheeks. Hank wondered if dumpy Ralph had any idea what to do with a smoking hot ass like that.
The cabinet tipped and teetered on the handtruck. Ralph did not have the best grip and looked like he was about to splatter his wife with it. She started to back away slowly. Hank ran up the ramp and grabbed the side of the cabinet steadying it in Ralph’s grip. Hank glanced down and realized he could see down Missy’s shirt. Definitely no bra on those tits. Her nipples stood out hard through the cotton material that was almost see through. Her shirt had pulled down where Hank had a lot of bare cleavage to check out from above. He wasn’t sure if she could tell he was looking, but she was smiling.
She grabbed one of her huge tits and pressed her hand into it changing its shape. She had to be doing that on purpose. Missy said, “I’m scared stiff. That could have crushed me.”
“Better give us a lot of room,” Hank said. “I don’t think the Ralph and Hank moving company is properly bonded or licensed.”
Missy laughed and let go of her tit letting it fall back into shape. She took hold of her collar and flapped it like she was fanning herself. A couple times she pulled it down far enough to show her nipples. They were pink.
Hank guided the front of the cabinet and Ralph rolled it down the ramp. Hank lifted a little as they reached the kitchen door. They rolled the cabinet inside.
Missy leaned in with her hands on the frame on both sides of the opening. She bent over enough to show cleavage again. She pointed. “Right there, please. Just slide it right into the spot. I know it’s big, but I think we can make it fit.”
The refrigerator already sat in place, but the rest of the house was still empty.
Ralph let the cabinet down and Hank slid it back into place by the counter just like she wanted.
“That’s perfect.” Missy said. “Just like I wanted.”
Hank got the washer on the handtruck next and walked it backward down the ramp.
“You need my help?” Ralph asked.
“No, I got this one,” Hank said.
As he eased through the kitchen door, Missy followed and said, “This is going to be really tight. Your load is bigger than my husband’s was.”
Missy patted the washer with two hollow pongs. “Yours is bigger than the skinny one Ralph just put in.”
“Right.” Hank glanced over and saw Ralph sliding a mattress and box springs off the truck.
Missy followed him in. “The laundry room is in here just past the kitchen. It may take some work to get it in.”
Hank took a wide turn and tried to shimmy the washer through. The wide back wouldn’t pass the narrow opening. He rolled back out and turned the other way.
Hank said, “We may have to take the doors off.”
“Strip off whatever you want,” Missy said.
Hank managed to get the washer through. He leaned back to try to position it properly before setting it down. Hank let out a grunt.
Missy put her hands against Hank’s lower back. “Be careful. Don’t hurt your back.”
She left her hands there as he let the washer down. Now he felt her tits press against his back. As he leaned forward to roll the handtruck out of the way, her hands moved down on his ass. They lingered for a moment before she let go of his ass. Hank thought he would try to return the favor, if he got the chance.
He pivoted the washer into place and leaned to look behind it. “I have tools to connect those hoses, if you guys don’t have them.”
“Ralph has some tools,” she said. Missy stepped around Hank to stand between him and the washer as she looked too. She backed her ass into his crotch and he felt his cock nestle into the crevice of her ass cheeks outlined by her tight shorts. He lingered there against her and was sure he felt her ass pumping up and down against him. She said, “We might need your tools to do the job properly.”
Hank swallowed and stepped away. “Well, whatever you need to get the job done. I’m here for you.”
He stepped out of the laundry room and went back to the truck. Ralph and Hank carried the box spring and mattress up together. By the time they reached the stairs, Ralph was huffing and puffing. Missy carried the metal frame.
They set the frame up in the master bedroom and Hank set the box spring and mattress on himself.
Missy said, “The headboard is up near the front of the truck. We’ll have to get it on once the truck is emptied.”
“Will do,” Hank said.
Ralph pointed to the bed. “Try it out, baby. See if we have it sturdy.”
She crawled up with her back arched and her ass flared out for both men to see. Her shorts rode up higher giving a preview of her ass cheeks. She bounced on the center of the bed on her hands and knees pumping her ass and shaking her tits under her in the process. She flipped over on her back with her legs spread. She faced Hank more than her husband as Hank stared at the strip of denim that barely covered her pussy. He saw no hint of panties. She rocked her hips making the bed shift and squeak. Her tits bounced for Hank to see.
“I can tighten those bolts and maybe take out some of the squeak.” Ralph knelt down and looked under the bed.
Missy kept bouncing her tits on her back looking up at Hank. “Why would you want less, Ralph? I like that noise. Don’t you, Hank?”
“I like to hear a bed squeak from time to time,” Hank said.
Ralph laughed and stood back up. He headed for the door. “Let’s get the rest before we’re spent.”
Missy held out her hand. Hank stared for a moment before taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. She bobbed a little before bumping into Hank.
She smiled and said, “Thanks for your help breaking in the bed.”
Hank cleared his throat and stepped away. “Sure. No problem.”
They hauled in the rest of the furniture in off the truck including the headboard and Ralph’s little tool box. Their couches were nicer than Hank’s, but not by much. He wondered who would get them, if this coup
le ended up divorced one day.
Missy opened the refrigerator and pulled out three cold beer bottles. She used her shirt to twist up around the bottle caps. She showed her tight stomach and most of her tits. As she opened the second bottle, Ralph said, “None for me yet. I need to run back and get the rest of the boxes before the day is over and we get locked out of the old place. Stay and enjoy your beer, Hank. I promise not to make you move any more boxes when I get back.”
Missy put the third bottle back unopened. Then, she clinked the mouth of her bottle against Hanks before she took a deep swallow. Hank watched her tip her head back and her throat work as she sucked down the beer.
“I should be getting back,” Hank said. “Thanks for the beer.”
“No, thank you for your help,” Ralph said.
“Don’t rush off,” Missy said touching Hank’s arm. “Enjoy your beer. You can watch me get the TV hooked up and then we can watch a game.”
Ralph headed toward the door with his back to Hank and Missy. “Yeah, relax, Hank. Our house is your house. I’ll grab a pizza later maybe.”
Hank rolled his eyes. “I’ll hang out a while. Don’t worry about a pizza though. I’m good.”
Ralph stepped out and Hank heard the truck start. The ramp dragged the driveway. Hank gritted his teeth and headed to the door. Missy grabbed Hank’s arm and stopped him. “Let him figure it out. He’ll be embarrassed if you have to go out and rescue him again.”
Hank looked back at her and smiled. “Did I overstep my bounds? I wasn’t trying to emasculate him in front of his wife.”
Missy shook her head bouncing her blond curls around her face. “No, you were a big help. Don’t worry about it. Just let him get this one on his own. I’ll find another job for you to do.”
Hank turned to face her. She still had her hand on his arm. The ramp rattled back into place and the latch gave a pop. Ralph let out a yelp. Hank assumed the man had caught his finger a little, but Hank didn’t move to check this time. The engine revved and the truck raddled out of the driveway. There were a couple loud slams as it went over the curb and then roared up the street. Hank thought it sounded like Ralph had left the back door on the truck up.
“I thought my only job now was to relax.” Hank took a deep swallow from his beer. It was a cheap domestic, but it wasn’t the worst. It was good for free. It was good after a day of lifting.
“That is your job.” She set her bottle aside on the shelf of the cabinet they had moved in earlier. She still had her hand on his arm. “Anything I can do to help you with that job, Hank?”
Hank took another deep swallow. She took the beer out of his hand and set it on the counter behind her. As she stretched and turned, her tits stood out against the material of her shirt.
Hank cleared his throat. “Nothing I can think of off hand, no.”
She smiled and winked. “A mature stud like you has to have lots of good ideas, Hank.”
Hank tilted his head. “Is mature a nice way of calling me old?”
“Maybe experienced,” she said. “Worldly? I’m sure you know a thing or two you could show nice, young woman like me.”
“Nothing that we can do in the time Ralph will be gone,” Hank said.
“Ralph is a slow driver.” Missy moved her hand down and closed it over Hank’s crotch. He did not realize how hard he had grown until he was clutched in her hand through the front of his jeans. “We both deserve a little break.”
“I’m not looking for trouble with my neighbors,” Hank said.
“You’ve been looking at my tits all day,” she said. “How about you just give them a feel and see what you’ll be missing, if you say no.”
Hank gritted his teeth aware that she was beginning to stroke his cock through his jeans. He’d never forgive himself if he passed up on giving her tits a grab when they were offered up like that. His hands were moving before he had fully decided what he was doing. Hank grabbed a tit in each hand. They were so soft under her tee shirt and he could feel her nipples hardening as he squeezed and rubbed her tits.
She unzipped his jeans and slid her hand along his stomach down into his boxers. She had plenty of room to wrap up his cock in her fingers. She took long, slow strokes from the base to the head and back down. Hank knew at that point he was going to go as far as young Missy was willing to let him go.
She smiled and said, “Skin to skin feels so much better, doesn’t it?”
“No argument here,” Hank said.
“Give it a try,” she said and nodded down to where he had hold of her tits.
Hank grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up until her beautiful, big tits and pink nipples were finally exposed. He did not pull her shirt off or over her arms because he did not want to break contact between her hand and his cock. Hank grabbed her bared tits and squeezed them. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples.
She licked her lips and slid her other hand around his waist band pushing his jeans and boxers down past his cock and ass. She gave his ass a squeeze reaching around behind him as she continued to stroke his cock. She came back around and cupped his balls stroking and pulling them in her hand gently.
“Damn, your cock is so big,” she said. “I knew I needed your tool to get the job done. I’ve been saying so all day.”
“I noticed,” Hank said. “And you’ve been shaking that ass all day driving me crazy too. No fair that you get to grab my ass leaving that piece of art covered up in those shorts.”
“I don’t want to be unfair,” she said still working his cock. “Help yourself. Our house is your house.”
He unbuttoned her shorts to discover she wasn’t wearing any panties. Where did Ralph find this woman? Hank slid her shorts down her thighs. He reached around and squeezed the nice round curves of her ass cheeks. She turned at her waist to give him a better view of what he was touching. It was one of the finest, plumpest asses he had ever seen much less touched. As he squeezed it, he would lift it and drop it just to watch it shake and jiggle.
His fingers slipped up underneath between her legs and he was surprised to feel how warm and wet her pussy already was. It was shaved smooth – probably waxed. It was tight as he slid two fingers inside and she hummed with pleasure. Missy arched her back to give him better access. Underneath her perfect ass, he could see her pussy lips and his fingers as he worked up and down her clit and slit.
Hank usually let the women he brought home go down on him first. He was sure if he waited that Missy would do the same thing. She was practically begging him to give her his cock, but something came over him. He knelt down behind her pulling his cock out of her hand. Hank spread her cheeks and realized her ass was more glorious up close than it was from an angle. She grabbed hold of the kitchen table Hank had carried in and bent over for him. He drove his tongue deep into her pussy and licked up and down over her clit and penetrated her with his tongue without pulling her shorts any farther down her legs. He marveled at how tight her pussy was. Ralph had not managed to stretch her very much and Hank was looking forward to burying his ten inch cock into her where his tongue was now exploring. He must have been giving it to her good because she started moaning and grinding her hips. Hank let her rub against his nose, mouth, and chin with each stroke as he continued to lick her. She gave a loud groan and held onto the table with both hands as she shook. Hank continued to lick rapidly around her clit until her muscles relaxed again.
She pulled her beautiful ass and pussy away from his face and turned around to face him with her tits and shaved pussy exposed to him. Missy said, “Stand up. I want that fat cock in my mouth right now.”
As Hank stood up with his cock and balls hanging out over his open jeans, Missy knelt down making her luscious tits bounce. She took hold of Hank’s cock and licked around the head. She took long, wet strokes painting up and down the shaft along all ten inches on every side. She sucked on his balls with enthusiasm looking up at him around his hard cock with her impossibly blue eyes. It made him want to cum all ov
er her face. She licked her way back up and took him into her mouth. She went down a few inches and came back off coughing and gagging.
“Are you okay?” Hank asked.
“Yes, I can do this,” she said.
Missy went back down on his cock taking half of him into her mouth. She opened her lips wide and her eyes watered. Missy coughed again and pulled back off. She spit on his cock and stroked his slick cock in her fist as she gasped for air.
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