The Move and the Worker

He was sweating... more and more... hour by hour he was sweating more. He would take the full boxes and load them onto his back and then laboriously descend the stairs.

And when he went down to load them onto the truck, the other one would come up.

Both young and sturdy. The stairs were many and the heat unbearable. From the luxurious apartment, that elderly man with the belly and the fat pockets was moving. His young wife, who must have been about twenty years his junior, was dusting the empty kitchen shelves. She was dressed to the nines, with combed hair and painted nails. She didn't talk much, only cast some furtive glances at the two young movers.

They were both tall with sturdy bodies. And they were drenched in sweat. It had heated up. It was starting to get tense. The old man she had married didn't let her talk much or go out much. He was jealous and impotent. It had been a while since he had mounted her. Every now and then, when she couldn't take it anymore, she would set aside her disgust, get on top of him and ride him. For five minutes she felt like a woman again, but afterwards, after the old man had dry-come, she would curse the moment she got the idea to arouse him.
And now these two young hunks were inside her house and she wanted both of them to tear her apart. She was pushing forty and for as long as she could remember herself, she had been with the asshole. At that moment, exactly the moment she was imagining the blond one piercing her womb with his hard-as-bone cock, he approached her and spoke to her...

-    "Excuse me... do you happen to have a towel or something like that so I can dry off and not catch a chill?"

And he smiled at her... she barely managed not to cling to him, she barely managed to move her legs and with even greater difficulty she controlled her voice, hiding her lust.

-    "Yes, of course... one moment, please."

She went to the bathroom and opened the cupboard, took out a pink terrycloth towel that the old man had brought her from a business trip to Italy. She looked at her face in the mirror and splashed water on it. She dried herself gently with the pink towel, forgetting she had taken it out for the young mover. She smoothed her tight black blouse, looked at herself one more time and went out.

-    "Here you go... your towel."

-    "Thank you!"

He smiled at her again. And that smile took her breath away. Reality faded from her eyes again and now she saw the young man turning her around, putting her on all fours, groping her breasts and shoving his long dick into her ass...

The old man further away was giving instructions:

-    "Come here, guys! Grab this chest of drawers too and take it downstairs."

The two young men followed his instructions. Their arms were bulging. Their abs were forming under their skin.

-    "Come on, guys, two more wardrobes, the washing machine, the small fridge and we're done!"

One mover now had picked up his bottle and was drinking water while some gulps had escaped his mouth and were rolling down his chest. The woman had noticed that too and her eyes were glazing over more. The other one, with the pink towel thrown over his shoulder, was dismantling the bedroom wardrobe.

-    "Boss! There's a safe screwed in here! Should I leave it like that or do you want us to take this out too?"

-    "Leave it inside if it's not in the way! I'll need it in the other house too."

The last trip with the wardrobe on his back injured one mover's hand. The wardrobe was full of nails and he was cursing through his teeth. The washing machine was pure torture. From the third floor it had to be carried down by hand since the elevator had broken down the previous day, whereas the small fridge was a piece of cake. The elderly man checked the empty house one last time. He nodded his head with satisfaction.

-    "Come on, let me pay you, guys! You did a good job."

He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a wad of hundred-euro bills. He gave each of them a green banknote.

-    "Thank you, boys. If I need help again, I'll call you, I have your card."

-    "Thank you very much to you too! Ma'am, your towel. Thank you very much."

-    "And I thank you for helping us so much."

-    "You're welcome! Goodbye!"

The elderly man saw the movers out, bid them farewell one last time and closed the door.

-    "Woman! I'm hungry and I'm thinking of popping out to eat at Takis's, to say goodbye to him too since we're leaving. Do you want me to bring you a meatball or something, a salad?"

- "No, no thank you. I'm not hungry."

The old man made a face and left the apartment whistling. She went to the window while in the meantime she had already taken off her blouse and had unzipped her skirt. She saw her husband crossing the opposite sidewalk and threw her bra on the floor, pulled down her panties and took the pink towel in her hands. She brought it to her nose and began to smell it with closed eyes while her fingers had already slipped inside her pussy…