Last winter we had several major snowstorms, each one leaving behind up to a foot of snow. I made the most of these storms by going door-to-door, offering to clear driveways and walkways — for a price, of course.

Anyone who’s had to shovel knows it’s hard, backbreaking work. I’m in really good shape, but recently I learned just how good when I knocked on one neighbor’s door.

The woman who answered was model gorgeous — lush and curvy, with glossy hair and a smile that made me forget why I’d knocked on her door in the first place. I’m a 20-year-old guy and I’d never had a problem talking to girls before, but one look at Mrs. Atwell (“Call me Tracy, please”), and I could barely remember my name. If I had to guess her age, I’d peg her to be around 30. She had on the tightest little t-shirt and leggings. I was staring at the outline of her nipples and awesomely firm tits when I realized she was smiling and asking me how much I’d charge her to clear the snow.

I gave her a price that was way below my usual rate, and told her I’d let her know when I was done. It wasn’t easy lifting and tossing snow with a hard-on, but I managed, even when I noticed her checking me out through the bay window in the front of the house.

It was getting dark by the time I finished, and the temperature had dropped about ten degrees. Tracy met me at the door and invited me in for some hot chocolate. As soon as I closed the door she took my coat, and the hard-on that wouldn’t quit was waiting for a personal introduction. It didn’t escape Tracy’s notice. She dropped my wet coat on the kitchen floor and reached out to cup my crotch. My aching dick got even harder as I palmed her tits. They were soft yet firm, and as I asked about the whereabouts of Mr. Atwell, Tracy unzipped my jeans, saying that we had plenty of time before he came home.

I grabbed Tracy’s t-shirt and pulled it up over her head, and while she stroked my cock and gently fondled my balls, I dipped my head to suck on her tits. That lasted all of two minutes before she fell to her knees and pulled down my pants. My cock was dripping with pre-come, and Tracy had a field day lapping it up and swirling her tongue around the head. I thought I’d hit the jackpot, but when she opened wide and swallowed me down to the root, I almost lost it. Tracy had cock-sucking down to a fine art. I grabbed hold of her glossy curls and started fucking her mouth. None of the girls I’d screwed had let me do that to them, but Tracy took it, gripping my ass for leverage.

When I was on the verge of coming, I tried to pull back, but Tracy held on until I’d shot every last drop of jizz down her throat. But Tracy wasn’t finished with me. She kept sucking and licking until she had me hard as nails again. Then she stripped off her leggings and, like a puppy after more kibble, I followed at her heels. She lay back on the couch with her legs spread open, and I was more than ready to dive in for a taste, but Tracy said we had to hurry if I wanted to fuck her. The urgency in her admission should have set off all kinds of alarms in my head, but at that moment the other head was in full fuck mode.

With one foot braced on the floor and one hand on the back of the couch, I guided my cock to her entrance and slid deep into her wet heat. Her pussy felt so good that I had to start moving immediately. I had a second to appreciate Tracy’s agility as she simultaneously hooked one leg around my waist and continuously rotated and thrust her hips around my stroking cock. The woman had amazing control of her internal muscles, and I felt them grip my dick each time I withdrew. The pace was hard, fast, and frantic, and when Tracy’s orgasm triggered my release, I collapsed on top of her, too exhausted to move. But move I did, when she suddenly pushed me onto the floor, hissing something about Mr. Atwell pulling into the driveway.

In my haste to put on my pants and escape out the back door, I never received my pay for shoveling that night, but I had one hell of a time collecting what she owed me the next day, and several more times throughout the winter.