Through work I had become acquainted with a good-looking landscaper.

Whenever I was in the mood to fantasize, Jeff was the man I would envision in my scenarios. One day Jeff came into my office to go over some landscaping plans. This was the first time I’d seen him wearing shorts, and he was standing not two feet from me with his crotch at eye level. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. He appeared to be quite large. That really added some heat to my later fantasies.

After we talked business, we started a more casual conversation. I told him I had a new house in need of some landscaping, and he said he had some overstock he was willing to give me. Again, fuel for fantasies as to how the delivery would go. Would his workers be there? Would they suspect what might be happening in the house while they waited? Would they hear?

The reality went more like this: Jeff showed up alone at the house the next weekend. My standard attire for doing hot Florida yard work is a cotton tank top and loose shorts. Sweating guarantees the fabric will cling to my breasts and nipples.

We unloaded the plants while he explained the name and maintenance required for each. I wasn’t paying any attention at all. I was too busy admiring his muscles and bulges as he lifted and carried the pots. When he finished, I invited him in for a cold drink.

Standing in the kitchen, summoning every ounce of courage I had, and hoping I wasn’t about to make a fool of myself, I pressed myself against him while he washed his hands at the sink. He stopped for a second, but resumed washing. I reached around and felt his hardness, which caused him to gasp. He turned around. I went down to my knees and unbuttoned his shorts, nibbling at his cock through the fabric. He wore no underwear and his cock sprang out. It was just as big and thick as it was in my fantasies.

I licked the wet tip and his balls, and finally pulled the whole thing into my mouth. I took it as deep as I could, and he sighed with pleasure. As I licked and sucked his massive cock, I felt myself getting hot and wet between the thighs. I had to have him inside me. I led him to the living-room sofa, pulled off my shorts, and spread my legs. He responded by licking my pussy and sucking my clit. Now it was my turn to moan and squirm. His tongue slid up the slit from my hole to my pleasure point, over and over. Finally I could take no more and said, “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”

He pushed his large, thick cock in me and I screamed, &ldquot;Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” I knew he was about to come, and I matched his speed thrust for thrust. We both came together panting and moaning, my pussy squeezing the last bit of come out of him. He fell on top of me, breathing hard. We were both slick with sweat. After a few minutes he went back to the kitchen for his drink and shorts. As he was leaving I thanked him for the plants, and he assured me of future deliveries.