Chapter 18: Vanessa’s Reward

Arthur grabbed the toolkit he had brought with him from home. He had always enjoyed fixing things around the house. Then, at the time they had agreed upon, he headed over to Vanessa’s house.

When the door opened on her floor, Arthur’s eyebrows rose. The hallway alone was wider than Amanda’s entire apartment. He found her unit at the end of the corridor and knocked twice.

The door swung open, and every thought in Arthur’s head evaporated. Her breasts were full and heavy, barely contained by the top, pressing outward at the sides.

Her waist cinched in, and then her hips flared dramatically, wide and curved, flowing into an ass that was simply, impossibly thick.

"Arthur! Come in, come in," she said brightly, stepping aside. "I just got back from the pool. The water was perfect today."

"I can tell," he cleared his throat. "Nice place."

"Thank you. It’s been empty too long." She turned and walked ahead of him down the entryway, and Arthur followed... or rather, his eyes followed.

Each step she took sent a ripple through her glutes, left, right, left, right... The thin string of the bikini bottom vanished entirely between those massive cheeks, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"This way," she called over her shoulder. "I want to show you what I need done."

She led him through the living room and into her bedroom, where a stack of wallpaper rolls sat against one wall.

Vanessa perched on the edge of a covered armchair and crossed her legs, which only made her hips look wider.

"It’s a relief, honestly," she said, watching him set down his toolkit. "Having a man I actually trust. Someone I can invite over without worrying about what he might try to pull."

Arthur nodded, though he wasn’t sure he had earned so much trust, simply because Vanessa knew his mother.

"I’ve got a few things I need help with," she continued. "Moving some furniture, mostly. And this..." She gestured at the wall. "The wallpaper in here is peeling. I want it replaced. Think you can handle it?"

"That sounds easy enough." Arthur opened his toolkit and glanced over the contents. "I’ll get to work."

Soon, the man was working while Vanessa’s eyes drifted to his arms as he rummaged through the kit. His biceps flexed with each movement, the sleeves of his t-shirt straining.

He could bend me every which way he wanted, she thought, biting her lower lip. It had been over a year since she’d been with anyone. Even her own hands had become less frequent visitors to her body.

For the next hour, Arthur scraped and measured and pasted. Vanessa drifted in and out of the room, bringing him water, pointing out air bubbles, hovering close enough that he could smell chlorine and coconut on her skin.

The last strip went up with a wet slap. Arthur smoothed it with the flat edge of his trowel, working from the center outward, pressing the vinyl flat against the drywall.

"How does it look?" he asked, stepping back.

Vanessa stood behind him, arms folded beneath her chest, which only lifted everything higher.

"I see a few more wrinkles you need to work out."

Arthur leaned back in and pressed the trowel against the trouble spot.

"You need to really push it tightly against the wall."

He pressed harder.

"That’s right. Push it hard. Just like that, Arthur," she said in a tone so sensual it seemed like she was talking about something else.

Her words and impossible body made him continuously hard. Even as he tried to focus on work, it was impossible not to feel horny.

He wondered if she’d noticed. The cock was insistent, pressing against the inside of his jeans, and there was no amount of mental arithmetic that was going to make it go away. Not with her standing that close. Not with that body in that swimsuit.

Arthur pressed the last wrinkle flat and stepped back, blowing out a breath. "Now I’m finished."

Vanessa ran her fingertips along the seam, inspecting. "Looks great." She turned to him with a smile. "I already paid you earlier, but that was only a gift. Now let me pay you for your services." She pulled a fold of bills from a drawer and pressed them into his hand. "Here’s the money for today. Can you come back tomorrow? I have a lot more projects for you."

Arthur looked down at the cash. "S-sure. Thanks, but this is a lot. You’ve paid me already and..."

"Dear, it’s just how much I value you." Vanessa sat on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress beside her. "And actually, I do have a little extra something I’d like to give you, to say... thank you for being so reliable."

Arthur sat down beside her, maintaining a careful six inches between them. Vanessa pulled one leg up onto the mattress, turning to face him.

"So," she said, shifting her position to look sexier for him. "You’ve been staring at me all day."

Arthur opened his mouth to deny it, but she held up a hand.

"Don’t. I’m not offended. I’m flattered." She let the word sit between them. "A woman my age, in a swimsuit, and a young man like you can’t take his eyes off her. That’s a compliment."

She moved closer to him, her lips stopping inches away from his. But she kept one hand steadily on his chest, ordering him not to come any closer.

"I want to ask you something."

"Okay."

"Since you’ve been so good to me," she smiled at her own words. "I think you deserve a reward. So tell me honestly." She moved past his lips, leaning toward his ear and whispering, "What is it that you want as a reward?"

Arthur couldn’t hold back his desires anymore, but he also didn’t want things to stop there. Clarice had always hated giving him handjobs or blowjobs, and was only willing to do so after he made her come. He didn’t see that as a real problem, though. Trading one climax for another seemed fair.

"I want to make you cum," he said, thinking about it.

Vanessa’s eyebrows rose. Then her expression shifted, as she pretended to be angry at him. She pulled back, pressing a hand to her chest.

"What?!" She stared at him. "What kind of woman do you think I am, Arthur? You think I invited you over here and paid for your work in exchange for sexual favors?"

The blood drained from Arthur’s face. "Oh no... shit, I didn’t mean it like that..."

His heart hammered against his ribs, but soon he noticed the smirk forming at the corner of the older woman’s lips and realized that she was playing him like a fiddle once again.

The blonde MILF laughed genuinely, laughed her ass off, one hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking as she struggled to catch her breath.

Vanessa wiped the corner of her eye. "Oh, Arthur. You should have seen your face just a second ago..."

She reached over and placed her hand on his knee. The touch was warm, and dangerously close to his crotch.

"You’ve been very good to me, and I think you should be rewarded... You don’t need to do anything for me, okay? I just want to reward you." Her fingers tightened slightly on his knee. "And anyway, isn’t that what you were hoping for?"

Arthur’s mouth was dry. His pulse was in his ears, in his throat, in his groin. "I... yes."

Vanessa smiled. Slow. The kind of smile that rearranges the temperature of a room.

"But before that, we need to talk like adults," Vanessa said.

Arthur nodded, feeling nervous again.

"I’ve been married before," she continued. "And it failed miserably. And I even have a daughter around your age. So I want you to understand something, Arthur. I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m not looking to fall in love, and I’m certainly not looking to complicate either of our lives."

Arthur listened quietly.

"I just think you’re attractive," Vanessa said with a small smile. "Very attractive, actually. You’re young, you’re handsome, and you’ve been surprisingly fun to have around."

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck. "Honestly... I’m not sure I want a relationship either. Not right now, at least." He hesitated before admitting, "I’m still a little afraid of getting into another one. I think... I just want to explore a little. Especially with a hot woman like you."

Vanessa’s smile softened, turning horny. "So you want this hot MILF to teach you about adulthood?"

"Yes," he said, sounding like a happy dog, which made Vanessa chuckle.

She leaned closer and gave him a gentle kiss, lingering only for a moment before pulling back.

Then she looked directly into his eyes. "Are you sure, Arthur?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Good." She brushed a strand of hair away from her face.