A friend of mine was going on an extended business trip and needed someone to take care of her pets while she was away…I could bring mine over there, so I decided I was up for a change of scenery. She has a great house on the cliffs and I love the sound of the ocean at night. It was already a fantastic place but she’s been remodeling-and that’s another big reason she needed me there.
There was was more work to be done, the carpenter was still working on the bar and the cabinets. She let him know she was going out of town and I would be there instead. And she let me know that he was easy on the eyes.
Well, she wasn’t kidding. But it started with his voice (I have a thing with voices) when he called me to say that he had to change the time he was coming over. Fuck, his voice was so rich and sexy…Like caramel. I couldn’t wait to see what he looked like.
I saw the truck coming up the driveway and I watched from the bedroom. I wanted to see him before he saw me. I’m glad I did that because one look at this man and I knew I would have to fuck him. I didn’t care if he had a girlfriend or was married.
I answered the door in a short black skirt and a pink tank top. You could see that my bra was black under my tank top. My hair was all the way down, I had on light pink lip gloss. I was barefoot, my toenails painted pink. I wanted to look sexy, but not fully done up. I think I did pretty well…His eyes nearly popped out of his head. I thought one thing: He’s Mine.
I was friendly, shook his hand and told him it was nice to meet him. He was gorgeous, I could tell that he was a confident man-usually. I guess seeing me turned his world upside down. He was stumbling over his words.
We exchanged pleasantries and I told him that I had to finish doing dishes, but he was welcome to get started on the bar. I asked him if he would be making a lot of noise, because I had to work and would be on the phone-of course I didn’t tell him the type of work I was doing-he didn’t need to know. He told me that he was just going to be doing some sanding and he already had things ready to go-so he would be pretty quiet.
We parted ways and I did my thing in the kitchen, turned on the dishwasher and I heard him set up and get started. I entered the room he was in from behind him, so he didn’t see me. I wanted to see him work. He had on jeans and a tight t-shirt with extra short selves it seemed. Watching him sand, looking at those arms, his muscles looked amazing. They weren’t huge, but they were big and he was in amazing shape-I couldn’t wait to see the rest of him.
I walked into the room and came up very close behind him, put my hand on his shoulder and he was startled! It was kind of funny seeing him jump, and when he turned around-he we ended up very, very close to each other. His smile was very inviting. Through my giggles I apologized for scaring him, and stroked his arm lightly. He looked at my hand and then his eyes lingered over my entire body, it seemed. I could tell that he really liked my legs and tits, so I maneuvered around him and hopped up on the bar. This way he could see both very well. And he tried not to be obvious taking me all in.
I complimented him on his work, told him it looked great and asked how much longer it would take to be completely finished. About a month. Awesome.
The entire time he was standing there, leaning against the bar next to me, looking at me-my legs, my tits, my eyes, my lips. My body language told him that he could look all he wanted, and the longer I sat there the more he wanted me.
Then suddenly I told him that I had to get back to work, and hopped off of the bar. He looked very disappointed. He told me that he liked the company, but he should probably be working too. Then I let him know that I would be in the bedroom and if he needed anything to let me know.
“Not in the office?” He said.
“Noooo, not in the office…I like working in the bedroom.” I purred, then giggled.
Little did he know that I was expecting a call from one of my guys, and I was really looking forward to it.
I walked away slowly. I felt his eyes on my ass, and when I looked back on him it was confirmed. He gave me a sheepish smile and I gave him a devilish one of my own.
I got comfortable on the bed, and within a few minutes Mr. X called. We have lots of fantasies we do, but he loves me telling what to do with that cock of his that becomes mine. He tells me how he would lick my pussy, flicking it, sucking on my clit…Using his fingers, putting them deep inside me, curling them up and going at it hard. His voice is hot and deep and I can hear that cock being stroked.
I tell him how to stroke his cock, squeeze it, tell me how his pre-cum drips down the shaft. He moans, I tell him to turn on that vibrator and put it on his ass, he moans louder. He gets me so horny, so wet that I can’t help but touch myself.
I’m slick and wet and I taste myself…Yummy…He likes hearing me suck on my fingers. I tell him to stroke it harder, use both hands. I can tell he’s going to cum after awhile, I let him get really close, I tell him to get a few really good strokes in, fast and hard and then I make him stop. This drives him fucking crazy, and I love making him wait. I tell him to spit on his cock again for me, take long strokes and tell me how he would bend me over and plunge it into my pussy.
After awhile of getting him close and then making him stop, I finally let him cum. I love hearing it, the noises he makes drives me wild and I was crazy wet, rubbing my pussy fast, looking at it all wet and swollen, that coupled with his moans, pinching and rubbing that clit of mine-I came-HARD, moaning and breathing hard in his ear-right when he was cumming, and I knew hearing me made him squirt more cum than he thought he could.
“Give it to me baby, more, all of it.” I say. He moans so loud. I can practically feel his body shudder over the phone, breathing loudly, soft moans.
“Mmmmmm….That was a good one huh?” I say
“It always seems to get better, it’s unreal…Listening to you cumming, I could just die.”
I smile. We both got off hard, and what’s better than that?
There I am with my skirt pulled up, wet pussy and fingers, laying back in bed, facing the window when I hear something behind me.
There’s Mr. Carpenter, standing in the bedroom door-his mouth agape, a bulge in his pants.
Oh my…
To Be Continued.
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