Clementina - S01 E02

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Clementina - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

So, about Clementina.....

She stood just a smidge taller than me, and I checked in just under six feet. She had long black hair that fell just a little bit above her waist. She had it tied up now in a braid down her back. She looked to be roughly the same age as my mother, but whereas my mom was slender and athletic, with a fit, toned body she worked hard to maintain, Clementina had rounded out more. I didn't consider her fat, but her hips flared broadly, and her chest had filled out significantly. Though she had no children, she had adopted a mom bod, but wore it well. Her waist remained comparatively narrow giving her a comely hourglass shape that still could tum heads.

That aside, I had been over many times since we had moved in, but I had never seen her dressed like she was tonight.

She wore a forest green silk robe that was tied at the waist and nothing else. She showed ample cleavage, and I could see her large nipples pressed against the thin fabric, the pebbled aureoles, the tips pointing just slightly downward. With the spread of her hips, the robe came just far enough down her thighs to be decent, but could struggle no further, so her hips and legs were bare all the way to the floor, where she was barefoot.

I had to pause for a moment. I had never been over to her house alone this late at night, and this was the first time had seen her dressed this way. I gulped and forced my eyes to stay focused on her round, white face.

"Russell," she said. "Thank you for coming over. I'm sorry to be a pest, but I just wanted you to at least take a look at it tonight, even if you can't fix it until later. I don't think it's a big deal, but I wanted to get an expert to look at it."

"Sure, Clementina," said, smiling, working to keep my eyes focused on hers.

"You're so sweet," she said, and before I could resist, she had leaned forward and was engulfing me in a hug. Clementina had always been a hugger, that was nothing new. However, her being almost naked when she did so was definitely new. Right before l had come over I had swapped out a polo shirt for an old T-shirt, since figured I was going to be getting dirty. Through the thin silk robe and the thin cotton shirt I could feel her nipples pressed into my chest, her breasts against body.

I couldn't help myself, I felt my cock begin to stir in my shorts. I

I couldn't help myself, I felt my cock begin to stir in my shorts. I hoped Clementina wouldn't notice, but the way she was pressed against me, it would have been difficult for her not to.

She held me in her embrace for a few seconds that felt like an eternity of exquisite torture, then pulled away.

"The pipe is down in the cellar," she said. "Follow me."

She turned away, and while I desperately wanted to lose the budding erection, I couldn't help but watch the way she swayed her hips as she led me through the house. The bottom of her silk robe was tantalizingly close to riding up high enough to reveal more than decency would allow, and had trouble tearing my eyes away. When we reached the basement door and she turned, I would have sworn the robe gapped just enough for me to catch sight of a tidy little bush and the jiggle of a pair of long thick lobes beneath.

I was pretty sure she caught me looking, but her face betrayed no sign of it as she pulled open the cellar door and flicked on the light.

I had been down in the cellar of Clementina's house many times. The cellar had been built much the way the rest of the house had been bullt, piecemeal. It was mostly an old-fashioned stone-and- dirt cellar, though it was dry, unlike a lot of cellars in old houses. The chamber you were in when you first entered the cellar was about fifteen feet square and held the washing machine and dryer. There were four other chambers in the cellar, which contained things like the furnace, the pump, etc, all accessed by a network of crawlspaces. My father and had done enough work for her that I could probably draw a map of the cellar by heart.

As far as old cellars go, it wasn't too bad. But I still hated it. Too many spiders, the occasional rodent, not enough lighting, just overall creepy. I wasn't scared to go down there, but I rarely made it through a visit to Clementina's cellar without being creeped or startled by something either furry or multi-legged.

But I did spend an inordinate amount of time in her basement. Pipe leaks were so common down there that my father had kept a stash of basic plumbing supplies in the corner of the southwest chamber where the pump was. So whatever was wrong, I probably would be able to fix it in an hour or so as long as it wasn't too complicated.

The main chamber of the cellar was in the northwest corner.

Clementina walked across the dirt floor towards the western Clementina walked across the dirt floor towards the western crawlspace. I could already see the trickle of water running out of the crawispace onto the dirt floor, turning the dirt into a gray mud. Clementina leaned forward and hopped up into the crawlspace, leaning forward on all fours.

My earlier suspicions were confirmed. She was completely naked under the robe. Her wide-but-perfect ass stared me straight in the face, her sphincter colored pinkish-brown a few inches above the thick folds of her meaty labia.

I couldn't help myself, I stared. Luckily, she was moving a few feet into the crawlspace, and by the time she turned back, I had come to my senses and was crawling into the space behind her.

But my cock was now hard as a rock.

About halfway down the tunnel she stopped and pointed to a pipe that was leaking a steady spray of mist into the crawlspace. I moved down the passage until Clementina and were squeezed side-by-side. Her robe, which was already thin, was now wet from the fine mist coming from the pipe as was my T-shirt - making her body even more evident against mine. She had turned so that her back was against the wall, and now my shoulder and arm were pressed between her breasts as I shone my flashlight over the errant pipe, my leg pressed against her hips. She shifted her lower leg and slid it partially under my body, bumping it against my errant erection, and leaving it pressed against my pulsating cock.

"How bad is it?" she asked, her breath hot on the side of my neck in the confined tunnel.

I tried to focus on the pipe overhead, not the one throbbing in my shorts, or the leg which was pressing against it. In an attempt to seem nonchalant, I shrugged.

"Not bad. I should be able to fix that in an hour or so. I can do it tonight, no biggie." flashed the light along the pipe, following it through the maze of pipes and wires under the old house. "But I will need to turn off the house water while I make the repair. So if you are going to need any water in the next hour or so, draw it now."

"Oh," Clementina said. "I was going to take a bath. Let me go fill the tub, I'll call down when I'm ready."

"No problem," I said. "It will take me a few minutes to get set up anyway"