“So, um, can you fix it?” she asked, leaning over to peer where his torso disappeared under her kitchen sink.
He tilted his head a bit, caught a perfectly fabulous view of her cleavage, observed the deep shadowed V “pointing to the promised land,” he thought, smiling. That Vee was located between two of the prettiest mountain peaks he’d ever wanted to climb. An avid outdoorsman, he knew he’d not seen a prettier view in a long while.
She caught his smile, saw his gaze, stood quickly. Not before he’d seen her flush. Was it embarrassment, or something else, he wondered, now catching a glimpse of smooth flesh as he looked, completely unashamed, up her skirt.
The shadows under there hid a wealth of dips and curves, and as he slid out from under the sink, and rose to his full height, he smiled again.
“Sure can fix that for you, darlin’, but it’s going to cost you some.”
She threw him a glance, looked away. There was a gleam in his eye. Oh, he was a wonder to look at, and she had stolen more than her fair share of glances when she watched him get into his truck each morning. But neighbors did that, didn’t they? Watched each other, and watched out for each other?
“Um, like more than $100?” she asked, worry in her voice. It was early in the month and already two unexpected car repairs had dipped into her savings taking a bigger bite than she liked. Now this.
He took her hand, which had been nervously twining in her hair. Most of it was still up, but the long day had taken it’s toll on her style, and small whorls of hair had slid down to frame her face. He reached behind her, pulled out some pins, watched the rest of the mass fall past her shoulders. Moving into her personal space had her backing up to the wall. He followed her, still holding her hand, squeezing her fingers, then raised her hand to his lips. One digit at a time he began to suck them, never breaking his gaze from hers.
Her lips parted, her breath hitched. She felt that she had just mainlined sex right to her cunt, which began to throb in time with his suckling on her. She hadn’t had a boyfriend in many months, not since Rob had decided to move out of state when his job transferred. The lack of sex hadn’t bothered her too much. She was, well, Rob had called her borderline frigid in bed that last time. She was not feeling frigid now, not with the heat uncoiling in her belly and sending tendrils of fire down to her clit, to her toes, to her nipples. She could feel them poking through her thin shirt, rubbing against the scratchy lining of her jacket.
“Hows about we do some negotiating on that price?” His voice broke the silence that had lingered while he’d laved her fingers.
“I…Rob…he said…” she broke off, frustrated. Sighed. Looked up at him, this tall, lanky man, a hunk in denim from head to toe. She could clearly see his cock outlined against the buttons on his fly…she tore her gaze away, looked again at his face. He knew where she had been looking, and he grinned at her; she broke eye contact, stared at her hand still linked with his.
“Look, my last boyfriend,” she began,
“The Jerk,” he clarified, interrupting her.
“I beg your pardon?”
“The Jerk. He stayed here, and had several girls he was fucking on the side. Used to brag about it down at the pub some nights. ”
She gasped, astonished. This was news to her. The Jerk.
“So, what did the Jerk tell you that was so important to our here and now?” he asked her solicitiously. A small smile played about his mouth.
She looked at the floor, then up at him. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she confessed that Rob aka the Jerk had told her she wasn’t good in bed.
He looked at her, at the curves, pulled her forward so he could view the sweet round ass behind her. Running his hand down her side, curving up her shape, he laughed. Laughed and laughed.
She tried pushing her fist into his gut, but he pulled her closer, hugging her to his body. She felt his cock, a very big cock, push against her lower belly through his jeans and her skirt. Finally his mirth ended, and he reached under her suit jacket to caress the beautiful tits hiding there.
“You going to believe a low-down Jerk like him, or are you going to believe my cock?” He started peeling clothing from her, first her jacket, then her blouse, dropping them to the floor at her feet. He continued to strip and touch her, while she stood there, shocked, and aroused by his actions. Finally, they stood flesh to flesh, he pushing her against the wall. As he entered her she could hear her sink dripping into the bucket underneath, an annoying ‘ping! ping! ping!’ Soon, very soon, she could only hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears, hear the sound of skin slapping wetly against skin. Faster, harder, deeper, his cock slamming into her. Wetly, wildly, her mouth was plastered to his. She screamed when her orgasm blew through her, as his talented fingers pulled on her nipples, as he pounded deeply inside her again and yet again, until she rolled into another explosion. She saw stars, felt darkness threaten at the edges of her vision…she felt wanton and wicked and wonderfully woman. She stared at him dazed, felt him pulse and thrust once more before he released his cum deep inside of her with a moan of his own.
They rested, locked together, his arms tight around her, his cock, softening but still inside her, there on the floor, where they had collapsed in a heap.
“Nailed your ass to the wall, didn’t I, ” he grinned at his carpenter’s pun. She moaned at his joke. She couldn’t move, didn’t want to move, only wanted to feel this way forever. Then she smiled, a pun of her own rising to her lips.
“I think I’m the carpenter now,” she giggled, ” because I screwed the hell out of you!”
Laughing with her, he began rubbing her backside, sliding his hands up and down and around the globes of her ass, tracing her crack with his fingers, drawing a shiver and soft gasp from her.
“If I ever, ever hear you say that you’re not good in bed again, I will spank this sweet ass of yours, got it?” She nodded, aroused and amazed.
“Of course, I may spank it anyway, because you have an ass that just begs for spanking!” He gave her a smack on one cheek. She jolted, squeaked, then aaaahed, as he rubbed his hand over the red print. Again and again he smacked and rubbed, pinkening the flesh on her bottom, until she squirmed and moaned. When he dipped his fingers between her legs, he found her cunt wet, as he expected. Rolling over until he was poised on top of her, he nudged at her slick wet hole with his now hard cock.
“Now I have two leaks to fix,” he smiled down at her. “And I have just the tool for the job,” he added, as he pushed slowly, deeply home.