A fitting reward

It turned out to be a quick fix with replacing the old washer on the end of the fixture. You quickly tested it out and saw no leaks from the shower head either so you turned it off with a smile. You looked to see not even ten minutes had passed so you collected your tools and went to the front to turn the water back on. You make your way through the kitchen to see if she was still in the backyard. There she was…relaxing on a lounger and reading a book with her shades on. You could have just stared and wanked right there with her not even knowing you were watching. The temptation was strong as your cock pulsed through your shorts. She must have felt your gaze as she pulled down her sunglasses and gave you a wave to join her outside without even knowing you were there. You left your tools on the kitchen counter and made your way outside to the backyard. She called out, “Can I get you anything, big guy?”

You stared at her large tits that seemed to want to rip out of that tiny bikini top. You felt yourself staring too long as you shift your eyes to her smiling face. She had no wrinkles or signs of age on her face which was a testament to her genes and skin care routine. You said with a thumbs up, “Jobs all done, Ms. Q.”

Her face was in awe as she checked her smartwatch that you actually had managed to be done within ten minutes after she had left you in the bathroom to not distract too much. “Call me very impressed…how much do I owe you for your handiwork?”

You smirk as you say, “Happy to help out a lady in need. Feel free to call me for anything else.”

“But I have to give you some sort of payment…” she said with pouty lips. She thought for a moment as she knew exactly what to do. She put her book down and rolled over. Her perfect ass came back into view as she looked practically naked with a tiny string coming out of the top of her crack. She undid the string on the back of her top to leave her back bare. “Your reward for being such a perfect guy is helping me put this lotion on my back. I think that’s a fair trade!”

(Fuck yeah that’s a fair trade!) You practically scream in your head as you smile and take the bottle. Your cock is staining your basketball shorts with little dribbles of pre cum at this point and you just don’t care since you know she is enjoying every second considering her eyes are glued to its shape. You squirt some lotion in your hand and rub it together as you decide where to start.