Handyman
Handyman
As a jobbing handyman, I have very firm rules about how I behave when I'm in a house with a woman on her own. As a father to daughters and husband to a woman for over 30 years I am very aware of how uncomfortable it is for women to feel that they are in the presence of a predatory man, and even the mildest flirting can make them feel uneasy. Apart from reasons of conscience then, as my living depends to a large degree on women being prepared to let me in the house, I don't flirt, make suggestive remarks, or get caught looking at them in any way which could be construed as sexual – looking down their tops, for example. If a woman says something risque to me I make a non-committal reply and don't pursue that line of conversation. I certainly never initiate such flirting.
Sometimes though the boundaries get pushed and in the case I'm about to relate, even smashed. In such a case, what am supposed I to do?
She opened the door wearing a tight t-shirt (without a bra, as was clear from the nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt,) and a pair of sprayed-on Daisy Dukes.
“Hi, you must be John,” she said. “I'm Elena.”
“Hi Elena,” I replied, “Yes, that's right. How are you today?”
“Fine, thanks. And you?”
“Yes, all good. OK: where's the leak?”
“In the kitchen. Follow me,” she said, and as she turned her back on me to lead the way I was able to enjoy the sight of her rounded bum. I love a pair of Daisy Dukes but as with all women's clothing from evening gown to lingerie, it's the filling that does the thrilling, and she filled these to perfection – slightly overflowing, if I'm honest.
“Here you are: it's under the sink,” she said, pointing (with one finger and two nipples) at the corner of the room. “Can I make you something to drink?”
“Thanks, but no, I'm fine: I'll get to work,” I said.
“OK. I'll be in the living room if you need anything.”
“I may have to turn the water off,” I said. “Where's your stopcock?”
“It's on the drive, ” she said with a cheeky grin. “but why would I want to stop a cock?”
“OK, any pets in the house I need to be aware of? Cats, dogs?”
“No: no dogs here but my pussy is free and does what it wants.”
'OK,' I thought to myself, 'I get the picture but stay calm, boy, don't rise to the bait.'
I turned off the water and got down under the sink with a wrench in my hand as she watched from the doorway.
“Nice tool! I bet you've got a few of those, right?”
“Yes, enough to do whatever needs doing,” I said, draining the sink before undoing the U-bend fitting, which I could see already was the source of the leak which had stained the tiled floor in the sink area.
I lay on my back and removed the fitting.
“I've got a new one of these in my van. I'll just go and fetch it.”
“OK, hurry back,' she said. “It's wet enough in here as it is.”
This was getting pretty blatant now, but I was resolved to stick to my rules despite her gorgeousness, so I fetched the replacement part and returned to the kitchen, getting down on my back on the floor again to fit it.
I heard footsteps and looked towards my feet, which were sticking out into the room, in time to see her bend down to squat on her haunches with her knees apart. I could see wisps of hair straying out of the narrow gusset of the Daisy Dukes but I returned my attention to the work and prepared the joints to fit the new U-bend. Unfortunately, she chose that moment to empty a bowl of washing-up water into the sink and my face and upper body were drenched with dirty water.
“Oh, God! I'm so sorry!” she exclaimed.
“No problem, I'm used to it,” I answered. “Just please don't pour any more into the sink until I've finished, OK?”
“Yes, of course,” she said. “ I'm so sorry: I don't know what came over me.”
'I'd quite like to come over you: over and inside you to be frank!' I thought but did not verbalise the thought, though the mere fact I'd thought it made my cock stiffen slightly and where she was standing she would have seen it happen through my loose work trousers.
I finished the job and emerged from under the sink.
“Stand up, let me take that wet shirt,” she said.
I complied and handed her the shirt.
“I'll rinse and dry it,” she offered. “You can take a shower if you want.”
“Ok,” I said, “once I've turned the water back on.”
The job hadn't taken 10 minutes and it was my lunch break next anyway, and furthermore my resolve was weakening by the second.
She showed me into the shower room and (surprisingly) left me to shower in peace, though by the end of it I had a semi-stiff cock as I had been replaying that glimpse of hair peeking out of her gusset, her stiff nipples straining against the t-shirt...
I was towelling my self down when she called from outside.
“When you're done come into the bedroom next door. There's something else I need you to have a look at.”
“OK,” I replied.
I dressed hurriedly and leaving the shower room, opened the door next to it.
The sight which greeted me will stay with me for ever and provide me with comfort for the rest of my life.
She was kneeling on the bed, facing away from me, stark naked. Her rounded bum was pointing at the ceiling, her rounded tits pointing at the bed, her pussy clearly on display and apparently already glistening.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” I stammered, “ I didn't realise...” and started to leave the room.
“No,” she said, as she could see me moving towards the door in the mirror at the head of the bed, “It's OK: this is what I want you to look at.” as she ran a single finger between her pussy lips. “It needs fixing badly.”
I got onto the bed behind her and cupped her buttocks in my hands.
“Hmm,” I said, “I think I see what needs doing, and I've got just the tools for the job.” and buried my face in her sopping wet cunt, tasting her saltiness on my tongue as I slid my hands up to her swinging tits and tweaked her nipples gently. I heard her gasp and carried on licking her as I removed my trousers, my cock by now rock solid.
She turned over on her back and pushed my head back between her thighs, pulling me around so my cock was above her face. Grabbing my hips, she thrust the throbbing end between her lips, sucking me as she pulled me in and out of her mouth. I swear I could feel the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat as she slurped greedily on it. I flicked my tongue over her clit, buried it in her cunt and drew out her pussy lips with my mouth as she used my cock to fuck her own mouth, both of us moaning with lust and pleasure.
After a few moments, she wriggled out from under me and returned to her kneeling position facing the mirror at the bedhead. I didn't need any instruction what to do, and knelt behind her. I rubbed the head of my cock around her swollen cunt lips, plunging it in an inch, then taking it all the way out to rub around some more, then plunging in two inches; repeating this a little deeper each time until with one long thrust I was buried up to my balls in her, pushing and pounding into her cunt, watching her tits swaying in the mirror as my hands gripped her hips. She was almost screaming now as she pushed herself backwards to meet my thrusts. Suddenly she shuddered and I felt the heat of her juice as she squirted on my cock, her orgasm rippling through her. I've never felt deeper inside a woman as this and I felt my come rising as her cunt contracted around me.
“I'm going to come...” I gasped. She pulled away from me, turned round and in a flash had my cock in her mouth again, her hands milking me as she greedily sucked the head. I groaned and held her head as I thrust, fucking her mouth until my spunk rose from my balls and jetted deep into her mouth. She swallowed it down, looking up at me with a smile in her eyes.
“That's better,” she said.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...” was all I could say.
I stayed there for the rest of my lunch hour, exploring every inch of her body and needless to say, I didn't send her a bill.
As a jobbing handyman, I have very firm rules about how I behave when I'm in a house with a woman on her own. As a father to daughters and husband to a woman for over 30 years I am very aware of how uncomfortable it is for women to feel that they are in the presence of a predatory man, and even the mildest flirting can make them feel uneasy. Apart from reasons of conscience then, as my living depends to a large degree on women being prepared to let me in the house, I don't flirt, make suggestive remarks, or get caught looking at them in any way which could be construed as sexual – looking down their tops, for example. If a woman says something risque to me I make a non-committal reply and don't pursue that line of conversation. I certainly never initiate such flirting.
Sometimes though the boundaries get pushed and in the case I'm about to relate, even smashed. In such a case, what am supposed I to do?
She opened the door wearing a tight t-shirt (without a bra, as was clear from the nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt,) and a pair of sprayed-on Daisy Dukes.
“Hi, you must be John,” she said. “I'm Elena.”
“Hi Elena,” I replied, “Yes, that's right. How are you today?”
“Fine, thanks. And you?”
“Yes, all good. OK: where's the leak?”
“In the kitchen. Follow me,” she said, and as she turned her back on me to lead the way I was able to enjoy the sight of her rounded bum. I love a pair of Daisy Dukes but as with all women's clothing from evening gown to lingerie, it's the filling that does the thrilling, and she filled these to perfection – slightly overflowing, if I'm honest.
“Here you are: it's under the sink,” she said, pointing (with one finger and two nipples) at the corner of the room. “Can I make you something to drink?”
“Thanks, but no, I'm fine: I'll get to work,” I said.
“OK. I'll be in the living room if you need anything.”
“I may have to turn the water off,” I said. “Where's your stopcock?”
“It's on the drive, ” she said with a cheeky grin. “but why would I want to stop a cock?”
“OK, any pets in the house I need to be aware of? Cats, dogs?”
“No: no dogs here but my pussy is free and does what it wants.”
'OK,' I thought to myself, 'I get the picture but stay calm, boy, don't rise to the bait.'
I turned off the water and got down under the sink with a wrench in my hand as she watched from the doorway.
“Nice tool! I bet you've got a few of those, right?”
“Yes, enough to do whatever needs doing,” I said, draining the sink before undoing the U-bend fitting, which I could see already was the source of the leak which had stained the tiled floor in the sink area.
I lay on my back and removed the fitting.
“I've got a new one of these in my van. I'll just go and fetch it.”
“OK, hurry back,' she said. “It's wet enough in here as it is.”
This was getting pretty blatant now, but I was resolved to stick to my rules despite her gorgeousness, so I fetched the replacement part and returned to the kitchen, getting down on my back on the floor again to fit it.
I heard footsteps and looked towards my feet, which were sticking out into the room, in time to see her bend down to squat on her haunches with her knees apart. I could see wisps of hair straying out of the narrow gusset of the Daisy Dukes but I returned my attention to the work and prepared the joints to fit the new U-bend. Unfortunately, she chose that moment to empty a bowl of washing-up water into the sink and my face and upper body were drenched with dirty water.
“Oh, God! I'm so sorry!” she exclaimed.
“No problem, I'm used to it,” I answered. “Just please don't pour any more into the sink until I've finished, OK?”
“Yes, of course,” she said. “ I'm so sorry: I don't know what came over me.”
'I'd quite like to come over you: over and inside you to be frank!' I thought but did not verbalise the thought, though the mere fact I'd thought it made my cock stiffen slightly and where she was standing she would have seen it happen through my loose work trousers.
I finished the job and emerged from under the sink.
“Stand up, let me take that wet shirt,” she said.
I complied and handed her the shirt.
“I'll rinse and dry it,” she offered. “You can take a shower if you want.”
“Ok,” I said, “once I've turned the water back on.”
The job hadn't taken 10 minutes and it was my lunch break next anyway, and furthermore my resolve was weakening by the second.
She showed me into the shower room and (surprisingly) left me to shower in peace, though by the end of it I had a semi-stiff cock as I had been replaying that glimpse of hair peeking out of her gusset, her stiff nipples straining against the t-shirt...
I was towelling my self down when she called from outside.
“When you're done come into the bedroom next door. There's something else I need you to have a look at.”
“OK,” I replied.
I dressed hurriedly and leaving the shower room, opened the door next to it.
The sight which greeted me will stay with me for ever and provide me with comfort for the rest of my life.
She was kneeling on the bed, facing away from me, stark naked. Her rounded bum was pointing at the ceiling, her rounded tits pointing at the bed, her pussy clearly on display and apparently already glistening.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” I stammered, “ I didn't realise...” and started to leave the room.
“No,” she said, as she could see me moving towards the door in the mirror at the head of the bed, “It's OK: this is what I want you to look at.” as she ran a single finger between her pussy lips. “It needs fixing badly.”
I got onto the bed behind her and cupped her buttocks in my hands.
“Hmm,” I said, “I think I see what needs doing, and I've got just the tools for the job.” and buried my face in her sopping wet cunt, tasting her saltiness on my tongue as I slid my hands up to her swinging tits and tweaked her nipples gently. I heard her gasp and carried on licking her as I removed my trousers, my cock by now rock solid.
She turned over on her back and pushed my head back between her thighs, pulling me around so my cock was above her face. Grabbing my hips, she thrust the throbbing end between her lips, sucking me as she pulled me in and out of her mouth. I swear I could feel the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat as she slurped greedily on it. I flicked my tongue over her clit, buried it in her cunt and drew out her pussy lips with my mouth as she used my cock to fuck her own mouth, both of us moaning with lust and pleasure.
After a few moments, she wriggled out from under me and returned to her kneeling position facing the mirror at the bedhead. I didn't need any instruction what to do, and knelt behind her. I rubbed the head of my cock around her swollen cunt lips, plunging it in an inch, then taking it all the way out to rub around some more, then plunging in two inches; repeating this a little deeper each time until with one long thrust I was buried up to my balls in her, pushing and pounding into her cunt, watching her tits swaying in the mirror as my hands gripped her hips. She was almost screaming now as she pushed herself backwards to meet my thrusts. Suddenly she shuddered and I felt the heat of her juice as she squirted on my cock, her orgasm rippling through her. I've never felt deeper inside a woman as this and I felt my come rising as her cunt contracted around me.
“I'm going to come...” I gasped. She pulled away from me, turned round and in a flash had my cock in her mouth again, her hands milking me as she greedily sucked the head. I groaned and held her head as I thrust, fucking her mouth until my spunk rose from my balls and jetted deep into her mouth. She swallowed it down, looking up at me with a smile in her eyes.
“That's better,” she said.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...” was all I could say.
I stayed there for the rest of my lunch hour, exploring every inch of her body and needless to say, I didn't send her a bill.
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