I was delivering a couple of fairly heavy boxes to a farmer I know. I turned up mid-morning on a hot and sultry day. To my pleased surprise his daughter came out to the Land-Rover to meet me. I can best describe her as being exactly how I would imagine an old-fashioned milk-maid to look. Plump enough to have something to hold on to without being over-weight, strong and fairly tall for a woman, a rosy complexion, very cheerful manner, and most striking of all a massive pair of tits. The only thing out of synch with the milk-maid image is that she is in her mid-thirties rather than sweet-sixteen. She was wearing a light cotton summer dress with a plunging V-neckline, buttoned down the front with the top button undone. It was obvious as she walked towards me that she was not wearing a bra, from the way her breasts moved under the dress. I asked about her dad. I’d just missed him, as he’d taken her mum to the hospital for a check-up and would be away most of the day. I picked up one of the boxes to carry it into the house. “I’ll take that”, she said, “& you can bring the other one.” I passed the box to her. She took it and as it was heavy held it against her chest. Brilliant! The weight of the box pulled her dress down and at the same time pushed her tits up, and as I watched them move invitingly her brown areolae peeped out from under the neckline of her dress. Better yet, as she shifted her grip for a better purchase on the box, another button popped undone and a nipple escaped and waved at me. “You get a nice view around here” I said. Seeing where I was looking she glanced down, tutted with a grin, turned and took the box indoors. I followed with the other box. In the house we put the boxes on the floor. She stood up, her breasts having repositioned themselves under the material. “Sorry about that” she said. “No need” I said “in fact I was wondering if I could get a better view”. If you like, she said, and leant back with her arse against the kitchen table and her breasts straining the top of her dress. I undid a couple more buttons and pulled the top of her dress away from her mams. They were magnificent. Very full and womanly, with only a little sagging, as natural as intended with no surgeons knife ever having gone near them. I held them by the sides, pushing them together, then fondled them, savouring their fullness. I knelt in front of her and buried my face in her cleavage. The feeling of being immersed in these wonderful mounds of flesh was overwhelming. I moved my face to suck in her right nipple and boob as far into my mouth as I could, and the side of my head was surrounded by hot, soft tit-flesh. My cock hurt from being restricted by my jeans, and I had to adjust it with one hand by loosening the belt and undoing the zip. Once that was done with my penis probing the air I used the hand to undo the remaining buttons of her dress, which fell open. I moved my hand to her crotch to find that she was wearing no knickers, and I felt her mound covered by a dense mat of tough pubic hairs. My fingers pressed against her gash and she parted her legs to give me access. Soon my fingers were inside her. She moaned with pleasure. Moving my head I sucked her left nipple hard for a few moments. Then, slowly, I moved my face down from her breasts with my tongue in action on her skin, to her naval, which I tongued for a few seconds causing her to writhe and giggle with the tickling sensation. Then away from her navel, over her taut belly, and onto her pubes. How coarse and plentiful they were. I could smell her rich musk; as I moved my tongue to reach her clit she parted her legs further to give my head access. She placed her hands behind my head and pushed my face into her groin. She started to gasp, shifted her arse a little further onto the table, and lifted her legs onto my shoulders, crossing her ankles and holding me around the ears in a vice-like grip. My mouth and nose were jammed into her hot wet cunt. I pushed my tongue in as far as I could, then as her grip relaxed I repositioned to such and lick her clit which was standing proud and felt as large as her nipple. I sucked this, ran my tongue round it, nibbled it gently, all the time rubbing her G-spot with my fingers which I had reinserted into her cunt. She came noisily and thrashed about, but I stayed attached and soon had her coming again. After the third I moved my face back up her body, and as my mouth reached her neck my rigid prick, which was positioned precisely, slipped gratefully into her pussy to the hilt. She lay back on the table with her legs around my waist whilst I stood in front of her holding onto her massive jugs and with my cock pounding in and out of her love-hole. She came again and just as she finished my prick exploded and spunk pulsated into her body as I held myself deep in her and enjoyed the paroxysms of my orgasm. I fell forward onto her. After a few seconds of regaining our breath, the clock struck. “God, is that the time?” She gasped. “My Wayne will be home for his lunch soon. We don’t want him to catch us.” A truer word was never spoken. We really didn’t want Wayne to catch us. A very nice bloke to have a drink with, built like a brick shit-house, very proud of his wife, and with a quick temper. So discretion prevailed. Without bothering to wipe my cock I pulled up my pants and jeans – which were still around my ankles – retrieved and donned my T-shirt while she simply put on her dress and did up most of the buttons. We kissed goodbye. As I was driving down the lane I passed Wayne’s tractor coming the other way so we stopped & passed the time. I said I was sorry I’d missed his dad, hoped his ma was OK, and went on my way. That had given her a little longer to clean herself up. That was last summer. I’ve been back for various reasons a few times since, but there has always been someone else there. But one day I hope I’ll strike lucky again. That really was one wonderful quick and dirty screw.