"Hey, baby, why don't we take off this bathrobe?" he suggested boldly, pulling the ties apart and slipping the garment down off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap at her feet.
For a moment Nick's old timidity came back as the shy man drank in the full, out-thrust swell of the brunette's tanned boobs, their little pink nipples hardening to taut erection under his gaze. Her belly was smooth and flat, her hips full and swelling. Nick suddenly wondered if he could handle this obviously highly sexed, ripe example of lush womanhood. After many years of fucking an apathetic, overweight, out of shape wife every two or three weeks, Nick was not sure he was ready for the demands of Venus. He was too used to beer-swilling Agnes Petrushka.
"What's the matter?" the girl pouted, a frown contorting her features into an expression that made her even more desirable to Nick. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"
Her eyes glistened with a little twinkle of mischief as she moved in on the reluctant man and began to undo the buttons of his blue uniform shirt.
"Why don't you let me see what you look like?" she asked coquettishly, her tits rubbing lewdly against his chest as she helped him raise his arms out of his shirt.
Nick's fear was again forgotten in a new rush of lust as he realized this gorgeous woman was actually so hot for his body that she was tearing the clothes right off him. He suddenly forgot to be self-conscious as the simple truth struck him that his sexual capacity had seemed minimal over the past years only because there had been nothing within grabbing distance to arouse it. The way his cock was thumping in his baggy trousers at the moment, he didn't have the slightest worry that he'd be able to give the lady a good fuck once she got his clothes off.
"Ma'am, you are the most beautiful piece of woman I have ever seen this side of dreamland," he complimented the lusty woman as she knelt down to help him step out of his pants. "I…"
Words suddenly failed him as she reached up and pulled down his orange-striped boxer shorts, freeing to the cool air in the living room the hard staff of his urgently swaying cock.
He was amazed to hear the girl's breath suck in rapidly and her eyes grow big as she exclaimed: "My, what a beautiful cock you have, darling! It's so long and thick. You must have a very happy wife."
Nick's whole face lit up with pride as his ears hummed to the tune of her praise.
Yeah, it is a pretty good cock, he thought smugly as he stroked the blood-swollen rod. I used to think my dick was above average… but I guess I kind of forgot about all that since I married Agnes…
The naked meter man forgot about Agnes, too, as he felt the brunette's hands gently urge his own away from his out-thrusting prick, and her mouth close wetly over the rock-hard tool.
Jeez, she's sucking my cock! he thought wildly, but still it took an extra couple of moments before the reality of his situation struck home.
He had actually come to this house to read a gas meter, and within moments he had the voluptuous young lady of the house kneeling on the carpet in front of him nibbling at his prick.
Naw, it can't be happening! he chided, slapping his face to wake himself up. But even after the slap, when he looked down, there was a lovely brunette head laboring over his rigid cock, and the sensations coursing through every nerve-ending in his body were gradually convincing him that this was no wet dream. Nothing but the real thing could feel this good.
Clasping the woman's head in his hands, Nick closed his eyes and began to concentrate fully on the liquid-honey titillation emanating from his achingly distended cock. It was like his cock had suddenly become buried in smooth dark velvet that coated and laved and taunted every inch of his throbbing rod to increasing peaks of painful rigidity.
He looked down to watch his customer poking out her tongue between full pink lips to prod excitingly at the little slit in the end of his prick, lapping hungrily at the single drop of pre-cum that hovered there, then swirling her tongue all around the mushroom-shaped head, coaxing it to saw back up into her, begging it to fill her throat with its lusty thickness.
Inspired by his own lewd thoughts, Nick thrust his hips forward brutally, even as his hands sought a stronger grip in her flowing dark hair. Holding her head steady, he began to pump his prick steadily in and out of her welcoming mouth, moaning huskily as he reveled in his new heaven-sent paradise of lusty abandon.
"Sally, where are you? Who was at the door?"
Another female voice echoed through the house, shocking Nick back into semiconsciousness as he drew his dick quickly back from the kneeling woman's lips and scrambled for his clothes.
Jeez, she's not even alone! he thought wildly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he heard the sound of a pair of pumps heading for the living room.
He had only managed to get one leg into his pants when a naked blonde in pink high heels strolled into the room, a momentary look of surprise on her face quickly shifting to one of eager excitement.
"Hey, I see you've got us a live one," she laughed, heading straight toward the meter man, and giving his moist glistening cock a hard squeeze. "He's pretty," she said lustfully. "What should we do with him?"
"Well, I was doing a pretty good job of sucking his cock when he got scared off by the sound of your voice," Sally cooed, her words hushed and musical as she looked up into Nick's eyes with a look of heated desire.
"What do you say, Mr. Meter Man?" she teased. "Do you think you can handle both of us? Angie and I have been so horny all morning, we were just wondering how we could get our hands on some big handsome man with a big handsome cock to bring a little ray of sunshine into our lives."
Nick took a long slow swallow as he contemplated the wealth of riches he had stumbled upon on this perfectly ordinary Thursday morning in his twentieth year as a meter man. He quickly decided the twenty years of drought had been worth it for this one day of manna flowing from heaven. His senses reeled at the idea of fucking these two ripe beauties all day, and then maybe going home and fucking Agnes for good measure. He suspected the course of events today were going to make a new man of him.
Boldly the older man walked back over to where Sally still knelt on the floor, and rammed his cock once again up between her ready ovaled lips.
"Suck my dick a few minutes, baby," he told her. "Then we'll see what old John Henry can do to make you girls feel better. I hate to see anybody as pretty as you two suffering."
Angie walked over to the lewdly coupled twosome and planted a big wet kiss on Nick's mouth.
"So you won't feel pressured," she told him, once she had broken away from the throaty embrace, "Saxon is always willing to help out."
She nodded in the direction of the big German shepherd who stood anxiously nearby, watching, his tail wagging eagerly.
"Dogs, too? Who are you girls anyway? Wonder Woman and friend?"
Angie laughed. "No. We prefer to think of ourselves as something more like Robin Hood and her Merry Woman. We like to take what we can and give more than we take."
"Great idea!" Nick enthused, wrapping the blonde in another warm embrace.
And the day wore on…