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A Wedding Gift
Date: 7/8/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: arin_strauch, Rating: 90, Source: xHamster
"Can I get you something to drink?" The words echoed softly in the contemporary kitchen with the tall ceilings. "I'm sorry?" I asked distractedly as I wiped some sweat from my forehead. "I've got black tea, juice, Diet Pepsi, iced coffee...I suppose it's too early for a beer." I chuckled. "Yeah, I think so," glancing at the clock on the microwave reading 9:35AM, "let's save the party for when we're done. Ice water is great, thanks." She smiled and opened the freezer; the frosty-cold air poured out and over her. "I love that feeling," she said. She twisted a plastic ice cube tray in her hands, emptying the contents into a large glass pitcher she produced from the cabinet above the refrigerator. "That's why I didn't get the side-by-side." She turned, holding the pitcher of ice, and I became distracted again. Maria was in her late forties, but looked far younger. With makeup and the right dress, she could have passed for thirty. She stood about 5'7" with blonde hair she kept in a neat pixie cut. She was well-built. She wasn't overweight, but nor was she thin. She had just a little weight around her arms, and her hips, but she was shapely. She had large breasts, somewhere in the range of a 36DD. Her frame held them well, though right now I was enamored with the faint outline of her nipples through her flowing white top. Doing my best not to stare, I turned my attention back to the new cabinets I was invited over to hang ... for her. "How are things with my daughter?" She inquired innocently in her sweet Australian accent. "Good, I hope?" "Of course," I said as I installed a door hinge in a cabinet. "It's been two years, but we still have fun. Especially with the wedding closing in now, things are getting busier and busier." "I'm sure," she said. "I'm just so glad she found you. I'm so happy for you two." She smiled. "In fact," she added, "I have another wedding gift I wanted to give you today." "Oh?" I eyed her questioningly. "I brought the Spyder today," motioning toward the gleaming blue Toyota MR-2 Spyder convertible sitting outside her front window. "With my tools, there's really no room to take back anything else." "It's okay," she said. "It's a...different...kind of gift. Nothing you'll need to take in the car today." I was confused. Acknowledging with a small "hm", I returned to my work, drilling holes for the cabinet shelves. I pondered for a couple minutes what it could be. I didn't think we had made the gift registry public yet, but maybe it was something else we didn't ask for. "Ack!" She overfilled the pitcher with water from the faucet and a cube tumbled onto the floor near me. Before I could reach to grab it, she bent over and snatched it off the floor. To my dismay, she instinctively held her top tight to her chest as she did so.'C'mon, don't get greedy,' I told ...