You can't resist the urges

You are standing so close to the locksmith you can smell the grease from his tools and the crisp smell of his aftershave. His flannel shirtsleeves are rolled up and his forearms bristle with gray hair. These smells and images had no sexual meaning to you at all yesterday, but now they are just tiny factors swirling in the hormonal current carrying you along. You continue biting your lip. A quick glance tells you that the younger locksmith is still watching from the kitchen, his gaze riveted to your barely-hidden curves.

"What's your name?" you ask, surprised at the husky sound of your voice. You never heard your sister talk like this.

"It's on the truck," he says. "Joe."

You drag your fingers to the tent at the front of the older locksmith's jeans. He's so hard. It seems to shift beneath your fingers. He's watching you as you stare at it. You can feel him watching you and it's making you unbelievably wet. You know what you have to do next.

"What do ya know, Joe?"

Your fingers find the brass button fly and you pop open his jeans. You catch a glimpse of white boxer shorts. You reach for the zipper to get the full view, but gasp as the you are interrupted by Joe's hands on your wrists.

"Not here little lady," he says. "I'm game, but I got a partner lurking around hear somewhere. If he catches us I'll never hear the end of it."

"Yeah, c'mon," you say and take his hand and lead Joe back to your bedroom. Your heart hammers in your breast as you make the journey. You wonder what is going to happen when you close the door behind him.

He seems to fill your bedroom, so much bigger than you. He smiles and touches your arm, closing the door behind him. He kisses you right on the mouth and you don't have time to think about it, you part your lips and kiss him back. After a few intense seconds he takes a step back leaving you breathless and stunned by the contact. You are so wet you can't believe it.

"I know what you want," he says and takes a few more steps back until his back is against your vanity. He undoes his belt and finishes unzipping his pants. He pulls jeans and boxers down to his ankles in one move and exposes his cock. He grips it with his fist tight at the base. It seems huge, reddish, throbbing with veins along the shaft and rooted in a nest of gray pubic hair. His big testicles hang low between his thighs.

"It's huge," you say.

Joe smiles and strokes it. "You're a big girl. Why don't you show me what you can do with it."

Your tummy is flipping and flopping. Your thighs are practically slippery with your juices. You want to do everything to him and it's hard to know where to begin.