SNOWJOB

A blizzard was predicted for the entire tri-state area. The forecast called for an accumulation of between two and three feet. Let it snow! Each inch meant double pay for me. Plowing is easy money. While some men bitch about the grueling hours and back-breaking labor, I look forward to snowstorms. The more white stuff on the ground, the more green stuff in my pockets.

One of my most profitable accounts is a gated condo complex. Incredible pains in the ass, most of those people! As soon as I saw the first snowflake fall, I thought of this old fart I’d taken to calling Crabby O’Dylan. Every year for 15 years he threatened to sue me if I didn’t clear his walkway perfectly, leaving me swearing under my breath that the guy wouldn’t be satisfied unless I caught the snow before it hit the ground. I fantasized about letting the old blankety-blank take a spill and break his hip.

Surprisingly, the weathermen got their shit right for once. By mid-morning the snowfall was balls-deep. Cars were buried, kids were celebrating school closings, and the flakes were still falling at a steady pace. I was going on no sleep, two Egg McMuffins and a Thermos of stale coffee. I didn’t see an end in sight. Luckily, the machinery hadn’t broken down on me. If I had to call in for backup, that would eat up a lot of my profits.

I approached Crabby O’Dylan’s walk and unloaded the salt and shovels. I’m not sure how long it took me to clear the landing, but it was long enough to work up a sweat. When the front door creaked open, I expected to hear Crabby growl, “You just saved yourself a lawsuit.” However, instead of Crabby’s crabbed old puss with the bottle-cap glasses, I beheld a dark-haired woman looking to be in her mid-20s, wearing an ankle-length black silk robe tied around her thin waist.

I had to recheck the address number. It was number 76, all right, and as far back as I could remember number 76 had been Crabby’s domain, but you could hardly imagine a less Crabby-like presence than the vision standing there in the doorway. My sleep-deprived brain groped for an explanation. All it could come up with was that I was in a horny-induced mirage state. I needed sleep stat! I rubbed my eyes, but still the stunner stood there, flashing her exotic brown eyes my way.

“So you’re living here with Crabby O’Dylan?” I heard myself saying.

I bit my lip, but not my tongue fast enough. I couldn’t believe I’d referred to him as “Crabby.” What if this was his granddaughter? Or, worse yet, his lover? These days nothing fazes me. So the old fart needed a cane to stand upright, but maybe he used it to pleasure this angel. Some women would rather fuck a rich dying dude than work for a living.

“I never met Mr. O’Dylan,” she said in a silky voice. “I’m afraid he passed away six months ago. I’m Hannah. I just bought the place last month. It was a fantastic deal. The place needed a lot of work, but it was a great investment.”

I was only half listening to the words coming out of her mouth. I was too distracted peering at her generous cleavage to comprehend anything. I was intrigued to notice that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her hard nipples protruded through her robe. I wondered if their stiffness was due to the frigid temps outside but secretly hoped she was as aroused by my presence as I was by hers. My cock stirred in my pants. I had the urge to rip her robe open and have my way with her on the spot. Blood was thumping through me on its way to my rising dick.

“Anyway,” she said, smiling, “I just wanted to thank you so much for doing such a fabulous job. My walk looks flawless.” She acted as if she was oblivious to the fact that I had the start of a boner sticking out at her.

“Yeah, no problem,” I said, trying not to focus too much on the outline of her big tits rising up and down as she breathed. My cock ached for her.

“Can I offer you a fresh cup of coffee?” the gorgeous stranger asked. Coffee? Was there any chance that “cof­fee” was a code word for sex? If so, you could count me in!

“Sure,” I replied without hesitation. “I’ll take you up on that offer.”

“I have one rule, though,” she said. “You need to take your grimy boots off. I just got new carpet installed.” She was grinning, and the mention of carpet made my dirty mind wander. Did she have dark brown carpet down below that matched her hair, or was her snatch bare? As I pondered the thought of her lady grooming, I felt her delicate hand touch my callused hand. She locked her fingers around mine and led me through the doorway.

I chucked off my work boots, leaving them to drip on the front mat. I glanced around the unit. It looked like a brand-new place! No longer did plastic covers protect an ancient floral couch that was long past any need for protecting. There were no more chipped linoleum tiles covering the floors. Instead there was a red leather couch, with a fresh coat of paint and new carpeting that spruced the place up beyond recognition. And all done in a month!

“Wow, I really like what you did to the place,” I said. I still couldn’t get over the decor upgrade. But the upgrade I was really in awe of was standing there in front of me, the best upgrade in the entire complex—hell, in the entire city.

“Yeah, it took a lot of manpower,” she said, holding my hand tighter. If she needed manpower, I was up for the job! Being so close to her was making my heart race. I was intoxicated by her sweet vanilla scent. As we walked across the room to the kitchen, I caught a glimpse of her gorgeous side boob. My dick rose another inch at the mere sight of her bare skin.

Was Hannah trying to seduce me?

Her beauty was blinding me. I wasn’t sure if she was having such a mesmerizing effect on me because I hadn’t been laid in a few months, but I had a feeling that I would be responding the same way if I’d just pulled my pants up from getting laid. She was something! Still, it remained a fact that I was in the grip of a sexual drought, and standing in this divine presence made it clear to me that I had to go for it.

As Hannah reached for the coffee can on the top shelf, exposing even more flawless skin, I made my move. I causally slid my hand over the firm tits bulging out of her robe. How did such a slender girl have such a big rack? The obvious explanation was that her tits were man-made, but as I fondled them, they sure felt like natural endowments. I could have played with them all day. As my fingertips titillated her nipples, they instantly stiffened. And when I heard her whimper in delight, I got more daring. I leaned my face in closer until my teeth captured one of her hips. My tongue snaked and rolled alongside it. The suckling turned to light nipping, and then—kaboom!

The abrupt crash of the coffee can falling on the tile floor snapped Hannah out of her ecstatic state. I was thrown off my course too.

“Oh shit!” she cried out. Ground ­coffee had spewed all over the floor. To make matters worse, even without my boots I was still dripping snow melt, and that water was mixing with the finely ground coffee to make—well, one hell of a mess!

“I’ll clean up,” I said, grabbing a bunch of paper towels, and in a frenzy I tried to gather the coffee muck. My ­effort only seemed to be making a bigger mess. The grinds were getting stuck in the fresh grouting of the brand-new tile.

“Don’t bother,” she sighed with her hand on her hip.

Had I pissed her off? Had I blown my chance for some steaming-hot ass? When I was so close to getting in? “Do you have a mop or something?” I said. I wanted desperately to do something to improve the situation.

“I said not to bother,” she said. There was an edge to her voice.

“This sucks,” I said. “I feel really bad.” I hoped my dick still had a shot.

“Oh, you feel bad, do you?” she said. “How bad?”

I couldn’t respond because I was too focused on her undoing the belt to her silk robe. My eyes were glued to her. It felt like an eternity until the silk robe finally slipped off her body. My boner expanded another inch or two. Her tits looked even better exposed. They were born and bred to be tit-fucked. As she stood naked in front of me, my eyes traced down to her tiny waist, and then down to her mound, where a dusting of dark brown gave way to her tender trap. Her pink glistened. That was one slamming body!

“What are you waiting for?” she whispered, sending chills all through me. I wasn’t used to such a forward woman. Usually I had to date a chick for a few weeks before my willy saw any action. Even after enduring cheesy chick flicks, absorbing the costs of ­expensive meals and meeting the chick’s folks, I had no guarantee of sex—it could be a total waste of time and effort.

Now here was this bombshell, prac­tically begging for it! Like a fireman responding to a fire alarm, I went into urgent mode. And I pondered the ques­tion, should I quench this fire or let it burst into flames?

I attacked her with hot-tongued kisses, and while our tongues wrestled, I carried her to the kitchen table. The heat was intensifying, and my hose was ready to burst. But as I gazed at her gorgeous pussy, I grew hungry. I needed to taste. Even though my cock was urging me to ram it in her, my mouth craved a sample of her pussy. Somehow I managed to free my mouth from its passionate lock with hers, and my tongue slithered down her neck to her stiff nips and on down to her smooth, flat stomach.

Finally I reached her delectable pussy. And to my surprise and delight, I watched her legs spread open! I dived right in, sucking and licking her delectable juices. Her taste was sweet and utterly delicious. She should bottle the stuff!

“Oh, fuck yeah!” she murmured, pushing my face even deeper into her mound. Eat my pussy!” I flicked her clit with my tongue, flicking her switch into overdrive. The moans and screams coming from her made the kitchen table shake. When she came to, her face seemed to say yes, that’s how you eat pussy.

I held her in my arms. Our heartbeats thudded away heavily. I’m not sure how long we stayed that way, with her beautiful body draped naked around me. But eventually I heard one of the best things ever: “You’re next.”

I sat still and silent while Hannah ­unzipped my jeans. She slipped off my pants and was confronted with a layer of thermal long johns. “Wow, this is a lot of work,” she said.

“A guy needs to stay warm in a blizzard,” I explained. As she went to work on the long johns, I thought, I’m going to have to make this worth her while.

I guess I shivered, probably from the excitement, because the next thing she said was, “I’ll keep you warm.” Then she snagged my raging monster in her mouth, and boy, did she turn up the heat! It felt like I was trapped inside an inferno as her mouth pumped my cock. I never felt or witnessed such grace or expertise of BJ technique. The way she slid my meat in and out of her mouth, she looked like a fire-eater engulfing the flame in the back of her throat without gagging. Most chicks who’ve gone down on me could barely get half my pole in her mouth!

I relished every lick and suck, every sensation this goddess was inducing in my cock. I wanted the blowjob to last forever, but when I caught a glimpse of her luscious tits and fine ass bouncing in a sexy rhythm while she sucked me, I lost control. Letting out a primal roar, I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed almost all of my seed, but since there was so much of it, some dripped out of the corner of her mouth. Her tongue caught the excess.

Time seemed to stand still with Hannah by my side, until my cell phone rang us both back to reality. I was all set to toss the phone in the garbage when I realized it was probably one of my neglected clients promising to rip me a new asshole if I didn’t tend to his property now. I had a feeling the caller wouldn’t give a shit if I explained that I’d just gotten lucky.

I fumbled for my phone, needing to answer it before voicemail kicked in. “Hey, Joey,” the caller said, “what’s taking you so damn long? Do I have to call another plow company or what?”

It was the raspy smoker’s voice of Mr. Harris, the manager of this exclusive condo complex, which accounted for a good part of my winter income. I sure as hell didn’t want to piss him off any more than he already was. So instead of suggesting he go fuck himself, I apologized abjectly for the delay, said something about equipment problems and promised to get right on it.

As I snapped my cell phone shut, Hannah purred, “Before, you go, get right on me.” Even with my livelihood at stake, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. I speed-dialed some reliable guys I work with sometimes and told them I needed them to do me a solid. As soon as I had the situation under control, I turned my attention back to Hannah.

Without saying another word, I whisked her up, feeling her soft breath tickling my neck. She was so light, I hardly felt her weight in my arms. I carried her through the hallway and turned left where I assumed the bedroom was. I kicked the door open, and instead of being in the bedroom found myself in a gleaming high-tech bathroom with glistening new fixtures.

There was a stand-up shower with at least six jets and a tiled shower bench inside spacious enough to fit about ten people. I set Hannah down while I got the shower going, figuring I could do that without asking for assistance, but I soon discovered it was more complicated than I thought. The first button I pressed turned on a romantic red light above the shower, while the second button awoke the built-in music system, setting Usher’s voice resonating. Boy, this girl had it going on. How many guys did she entertain in the shower?

I wondered if maybe the next button I pressed would spit out a condom. Instead it set the jets on full-blast! Warm water splashed and sprayed my face. Behind me, Hannah laughed.

“Excuse me,” I said, “I’m not used to all this fancy shit.”

“Well, get used to it,” she whispered in my ear as she pushed me forward into the spa-like shower. As she adjusted the setting to massage mode, I stood at full-boner attention, taking in her beauty. She grabbed a bottle of foamy body soap and lathered it all over herself. I moved behind her and rubbed the soap suds over her delectable tits while my boner poked at her. As the water and suds cascaded over our steaming bodies, we wet-humped and gyrated.

With my dick at its fullest size, I traced it along her outer pussy lips. She moaned, encouraging me to go further. Since I was so much taller, there was no way I was going to be able to fuck her standing up. “Why don’t you lean up against the shower bench?” I suggested.

Hannah hopped on the bench, then got on all fours. Standing behind her, I guided my stiff member to her creamy hole. The moment I entered her, I felt like I was going to burst. It didn’t help that she was screaming my name! I grabbed her tits from behind while I drove my cock in deeper. Knowing my luck, I figured I was going to slip on the suds, tumble on my head, fall unconscious and never remember fucking this beauty. But it appeared that my luck was changing.

“Fuck me harder!” she demanded. Give it to me, Joey!” My cock was happy to oblige. I kept on drilling her pussy until she erupted in an earth-shattering explosion. Her screams of pleasure mixed with Usher’s voice sighing, “Let me love you down.” I pumped my dick in her oozing hole a few more times before I felt a wave of euphoria coming over me. At that point I quickly pulled out and spewed my load all over her back. The powerful jets washed away the evidence.

Hannah asked me to stay the night. The next morning the snowfall was still rising, and so was my cock. Hannah took care of my morning wood and sent me off to finish up my plowing jobs. I promised her I would be back soon. I assured her that I was up to the job of plowing her anytime.•