The Handyman

The winter storms were hard this year, doing a fair amount of damage to the new roof you just had installed a few short years ago and now that spring is in full swing it has begun to leak in places. Being short on cash you suggest to Mike that you know a friend who does handyman work for cheap and has a fair amount of experience roofing. Not liking the sound of some guy you know hanging around while he's at work but knowing you two are on a tight budget he reluctantly agrees and you give me a call. I readily offer my services and a date is set for the following monday. The day arrives and i pull up nice and early as we agreed, wanting to get started before the day heats up and the sun bakes me into a sweaty mess on your roof. i arrive and greet you both, offering a little small talk as i begin setting up the ladder and carrying up my tools and gear. Not long after, as im up on the roof ripping up damaged shingles, already starting to work up a sweat i see Mike walk out to his truck. waving goodbye to him i go back to work and he pulls off, headed to work for the day. moments after you emerge, your daughter trailing not far behind. "taking her to school", you call out "I'll be right back". "no worries", i reply, "I'll be right here". i pause for a moment to watch your car recede into the distance, turning the corner and youre gone. resuming my work once again i get into a rhythm, prying up torn shingles and nailing down new ones to patch the damage. lost in my work i lose track of time, but soon i hear a vehicle pulling into the drive. i look down just in time to see you stepping from your car. you smile up at me and wave, headed into the house. Already feeling the twitches of my desire for you i shake my head, trying to brush it off as i get back to work. Its getting on near noon now, the sun high in the sky, the temperature at its worst, the sweat streaming off of me in rivers now as i work fast to complete the job. its not long after that i can no longer take the oppressive heat and pull off my shirt, revealing my washboard abs and muscular shoulders to the noonday sun. working shirtless and sweating heaving from the heat and exertion i see movement below in the back yard and look down to see you headed into the yard, towards the sun chair. and of course you're in your bathing suit. a tiny little pink number, barely more than a set of strings. "going to do a bit of tanning in this beautiful weather" you call up to me when you catch me staring. "hope you dont mind" you say with a knowing smile. "of course not. its your place, have at it" i stammer out, my desire now a full blown forcee within me, thrashing in its attempt to be set free. I try not to let you see the obvious effect the sight of you has on me, i resume my task, hammering in new shingles in place. not getting much done now, im spending more time watching you out of the corner of my eye than not. After a while i see you grow restless, seemingly unhappy with something. watching, i see you roll over onto your stomach, reaching behind you to untie your bikini top, letting the strings fall free beside you, revealing that much more of your already quite exposed tantalizing body. Still trying to maintain my air of professionalism i continue working as best i can with such a sight below me. which is to say very slowly and poorly. after a while i see you grow restless again, this time rising from the chair, holding your bikini top to your chest you walk inside without so much as a word of glance my direction. deciding now is a good time to replenish some of the fluids ive sweat out today i descend the ladder and enter the house through the back door. noticing you in the kitchen, facing the counter i approach. apparently busy with whatever it is youre working on at the counter you dont hear me approach. standing now a mere few feet behind you i break the silence. "Its a bit hot up there, would you happen to have anything to drink?" i ask. startled at the sound of my voice you jump, the unseen item in your hand crashing to the countertop. you turn around slowly, revealing the now broken pitcher of lemonade you had been making. "I did, until you scared me like that" you admonish, though your words are slightly mitigated by the way your voice trails off at the end, the way your eyes slide slowly down me, taking in the sight of my shirtless, dirt and tar streaked naked torso, the bulge in my pants, not full yet but ready to be at an instants notice. my eyes take in the view before me as well. you standing there looking absolutely glorious, still in your minuscule bikini, the top now firmly in place once more, as well as the counter littered in broken glass behind you. "Are you ok?" i worry, "let me help you with that". stepping towards you i reach out as if to begin cleaning the broken glass but instead my arm slips around you, palm coming to rest on the small of your back and pulling you into me as my other hand rises to entwine itself in your soft thick hair, pulling your face to me even as i press myself to you, my lips finding yours with laser precision, setting off an explosion of passion within us both. your hands fly up to embrace me, fingernails digging into my shoulders as you hug me tight, keeping our bodies firmly pressed together. our lips mash together with such passion they part from the sheer force, our tongues flashing out to find each other, sliding together in an embrace as tight as the one our arms have formed. breaking the kiss at last, letting loose our tight embrace, exploring arms we look each other over once again, your hair a mess and me even more disheveled than when i started, if that's even possible. "look at you, you're all filthy and sweat and dirty" you say, and lean into me, your tongue slipping from between your pouty lips to trace a warm wet trail of sheer ecstasy down the side of my neck and onto my chest, crossing my pecs and ending just before my nipple. feeling the shudder of pure joy run through me and hearing the long slow sigh escape my lips you lean back again and look me over once more. "nope, still a dirty boy" you declare with a sly smile. "when am i not?" i reply, mimicking your smile. giggling, you answer back "hush you. lets get you all cleaned up." leaning in for one last lick you run your soft as silk tongue up my body, starting at my navel and ending at the hollow of my throat, sending yet another shiver of pleasure and excitement through me. reaching out you grab hold of the now very obvious bulge in the front of my pants. "come on" you say. having no choice, as if i wanted a choice at a time like this, i allow you to lead me by the monster straining at the front of my jeans. through the house and into the bathroom we go, where you finally release my bulging trousers and instantly our fiery hot embrace resumes, mouth finding mouth, hands pulling each other closer, lips pressed tight together as our tongues dance together. not breaking our kiss we rush to shed what little clothes we have left. your hands finding my belt, undoing the clasp, unbuttoning my pants and yanking them down, not bothering to unzip me youre in such a rush to have me unclothed. meanwhile my hands have been busy on your bikini, making quick work of the knot behind your back and neck and the one on each hip. nearly in unison the remainder of our clothes fall from our bodies, my cock springing upwards with its freedom, just in time to be mashed into your stomach as we once again pull each other close. placing your hands on my dirty sweaty chest you push gently, just enough to break our embrace. "let me start the water" you giggle, turning towards the tub's faucet. twisting the knobs you adjust the water to just the right temp, steaming hot, and turn on the shower head. "come on" you say, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me in as you step into the shower. tugging the curtain shut we stand facing each other, your back to the shower stream, the water cascading over your shoulders and down your breasts. "lets get you all cleaned up" you say, leaning in to begin placing kisses across my sweat slicked chest, your tongue licking slowly and softly across me with each kiss. after maybe a dozen lingering kisses across my chest you beginning to trail your kisses lower down my body but i stop you, placing my hands under your arms and pulling you upright. taking my turn to lean in i follow your example, trailing kisses down your chest and across your breasts, sucking each nipple into my mouth and rolling it gently across my tongue before moving down across your belly. continuing to go lower i drop to my knees before you, placing tiny kisses on the soft smooth skin just above the cleft of your legs. with one hand i grab the underside of your thigh, lifting your leg to place your foot on the edge of the tub, opening your legs to allow my lips to move lower, placing just one soft kiss on your clit before dropping lower to slip my tongue between your lips, starting all the way back and licking agonizingly slowly back up to your magic button. you moan out in pleasure, your left hand shooting out to brace against the shower wall, your other reaching down to rake its way through my hair before gripping my head and pushing my face harder into you. taking your clit in my mouth i mimic my actions on your nipples, rolling it around my tongue over and over at an ever increasing pace, feeling your juices flowing more and more heavily down my chin to mingle with the warm water streaming down your body. one hand still holding the thigh i lifted, my other now lifts to your slit, two fingers stabbing up into you. "oh fuck!" you groan, your gasps rapidly increasing along with the pressure of your hand on the back of my head. sawing my two fingers in and out of you i can feel the walls of your snatch clench down on my hand like a chinese finger trap as i suck deeply on your clit, your orgasm sending a new wave of fluids squirting from you to flow down over my face and hand. as i feel your contracting walls subside their grip i allow my fingers to slide from you, my mouth leaving your clit, still connected by a trail of our mingled fluid. i smile up at you, your chest flushed red and your head tipped back, the water flowing through your hair and over your face. you slowly lift your head as i rise to my feet, coming to a stop looking forward just as i reach full height, perfectly timed for our lips to again find each other like they were born to do this. "now may I?" you inquire teasingly, knowing all too well you need no permission nor would i ever deny you. "by all means" i answer back with a smile, my eyes locked with yours as you once again begin kissing my chest, this time meeting no resistance as your mouth moves lower down my still sweaty chest. before reaching my chest you stop, looking up at me eyes still locked with mine. "now lets clean this filthy sweaty mess off of you" you tease, reaching for the loofah and body wash on the nearby shelf. filling the sponge with soap you begin rubbing my torso, loofah sliding a soft scratch across my body followed closely by the softness of your other hand as it trails its way over me. once my upper body is fully soaped up, front and back, your hands reaching around me to wash my back, your face inches from my suds covered abs, you spin us around, reversing places. with me now beneath the spray of the water and you in front of me you lower yourself to your knees, once again looking up at me with that sly sexy smile of yours. "now lets wash this big dirty cock of yours clean" you whisper seductively. smiling as i look down at you, expecting the pillow soft feeling of your lips on my meat, my eyes widen in surprise when instead you place the loofah against your chest just beneath your neck and squeeze, sending a flood of soapy white foam down over the mounds of your ripe full breasts. dropping the sponge you place both hands on the sides of your chest, pushing your firm perky tits together, causing yet more foam to surge forth from between them as they compress. "well what are you waiting for?" you ask. "get that big pole in here and get it scrubbed clean". not needing told twice i bend at the knees, lowering myself enough to aim my throbbing member at your ample soapy cleavage before trusting up and forward, burying myself between your perfect globes. with one hand hanging free, the other reaching up to cup your cheek as you look up at me, i begin pumping my hips rhythmically but rapidly, plunging my tool into the deep valley of your cleavage over and over. With the combination of your already silky smooth breasts and the sudsy mess covering them thoroughly, the feeling is indescribably exquisite. so much so that before long i already feel my balls tighten as my orgasm approaches. not wanting this to end so soon i stop and pull back, straightening my legs and standing once again. reaching down to again grip you beneath your arms, i pull you to your feet and in the same movement spin you around to face away from me. hands sliding from beneath your arms down your sides and over your hips, my left right drops away and my left continues on down the back of your thigh, suddenly gripping it tight and lifting, once again placing your foot on the edge of the tub. loosening my grip on your thigh my hand slides back up to grip your hip, my fingers digging deeply into your skin. with my free hand i take hold of my twitching, pulsing, firm as iron tool and take aim at your slit, the open hole warm inviting, visibly leaking fluids inches away.taking a step towards you, guiding myself into you with one hand, make contact and begins to part the puffy folds of your slit. using my hand i rub the engorged head of my cock back and forth, up and down your slit, coating me in your juices. within seconds im coated in a thick layer of your natural lurbricants, slicked up and ready to bury myself deep within the source of the immense heat radiating off of you. with a gentle roll of my hips my thick pole slides past your opening, at first just the head pushing past your lips and into your depths. continuing to roll my hips gently more and more of me vanishes into your smooth hairless pussy. No longer needing guidance i release my cock, my free hand finding the back of your hair, my fingers enwining deep within the wet strands of hair at the base of your skull. closing my fingers into a fist, tightening my grip in your hair i yank back, pulling your head until your face is pointed skyward, long slender neck exposed. still swirling my hips into yours, grinding my tool in and out of your slippery hole i lean forward and begin to nibble on the nape of your irresistable neck. burying myself to the hilt now with each forward motion, the tip of my shaft colliding with your cervix every time, sending jolts of mild pain and massive pleasure washing through your shaking body. Picking up my pace i can sense your oncoming orgasm, your gasps coming shorter and faster, your breath catching more often, the red spreading across your chest and up your throat and neck. As i slam full force into you i feel it happen, your pussy once more clamping down around me, this time at the base of my steel shaft, buried to the hilt inside of you. as the walls of your snatch contract around me your arms braced on the walls push back, pushing yourself back into me, attempting to swallow up even more of my throbbing cock as your climax washes over you. slowing my pace as the last waves of your orgasm ripple through you, my hips come to a stop, pausing for just a moment before i pull back, my rigid cock slick with the residue of your recent orgasm. as my pole slides from you a gasp and sigh of disappointment at your sudden emptyness escapes you, but before the feeling can fully take hold i use my hand on your hip to spin you, your leg dropping free from the lip of the tub, bringing you around to stand in front of me. our lips once more finding each other, our tongues resuming their dance we embrace for a moment, my arms wrapping around you, one movind down, sliding over the curve of your ass to cup it from beneath, the other rising to your damp locks, entangling there to hold your head to mine. your arms coming up around me, resting on my shoulders, holding me tight, pulling me into you, our bodies pressed so tight together not even the flowing water can find a gap. still kissing you deeply, i remove my hand from your hair and lower it to join my other in cupping the soft curve of your ass. with a sudden pull i lift you by your bottom, your legs automatically swinging up to encircle my waist as i begin to lower you slightly, allowing my upright and rigid cock to find your opening and slip smoothly inside of you. lowering you down fully, the weight of you almost completely upon the solid steel bar i have buried inside you. working together, i lift you by the cheeks of your ass, you alternately tightening then releasing your legs around me. your arms wrapped around my neck our lips interlocked, tongues entiwining, licking softly across each others lips, your wet hair falling around my face, framing our kiss with its soft wet curls. working up our pace soon your bouncing wilding up and down in my hands, your soft wet pussy pulling all the way up my shaft, nearly off of me before slamming back down with the full force of your body. bouncing up and down in my arms now at such a pace its a wonder we've managed to remain upright, your hips furiously thrusting against mine. your kisses moving with your passion, trailing their way down my neck and across the ridge of my shoulders. my head tips back and the water washes across my face, lost in the sheer bliss of your immaculate form lifting and settling on my rock hard pole over and over again. Feeling my inevitable orgasm appraching, my balls tightening and my cock giving that final twitch, that extra bit of rigidity before it fires off i give you one last heave up my shaft, pulling you off my cock with a wet popping sound, my tool springing forward. again you gasp in disappointment at the sudden void between your thighs. Still holding you in my arms, legs forming a tight belt around my waist, i lower my head, meeting your direct stare, the worlds of longing and desire passing between our eyes speaking volumes our words never could. forming the first words spoken since we entered the shower you look at me and say with such longing and remorse "put it back in, dont stop. i need you so bad it hurts when you're not buried deep within me". "another second in your perfect pussy and i'd have been done" i respond with a laugh. "i dont want this to be over just yet" i tell you. Still keeping eye contact, our foreheads leaned against each other, our arms find each other, my hands sliding from your hips, up your sides and over your belly and up to cup the firm mounds of your breasts. your hands starting mid chest and sliding across me, coming to rest on my hips, admiring the difference a bit of soap did, but with a slight twinge of longing for the salty taste of my sweaty skin beneath your tongue. unable to keep our lips apart, breaking eye contact not out of desire but out of neccessity, out of our need to feel our tongues collide, sliding together in perfect harmony. my hands drop from your breasts, coming to match yours, holding you gently but firmly around your waist. without a word i grab you and spin you once more, this time pressing myself into you, my hands on my hips pushing you down, down. in no time you find yourself pushed onto your hands and knees on the shower floor, me now squatting over you to maintain my pressure on you, one hand now sliding over your back, coming to rest just between your shoulder blades and reapplying the preassure, pushing your face into the shallow pool of water at the base of the shower. Squatting over you, leaning in, one hand braced against the shower wall, the other still planted firmly on your back pinning you in place, i bend at the knees, lowering my hips until my throbbing member is pointed directly at your slit, the water cascading down over your ass and dripping off your cleft in small waterfalls, most likely more your liquids than the shower's. with a forward roll of my hips my rod finds your hole, sliding in with no need for guidance, sinking perfectly smoothly into you as if it was made to be there. sliding my hand from between your shoulderblades and moving my other from the wall, both now finding your hips, leaning my weight into you as i roll my hips foward and back, faster and faster. building up to a ridiculous speed, hammering my thick steel rail into you so hard and fast the sounds of our bodies colliding multiple times a second echo off the walls of the shower, reverberating to sound like machine gun fire my pace is so fast. Loving the thunderous clap our bodies make as my hips collide with the curve of your ass with each thrust down into the burning heat at the center of you i take, but craving your cries of mingled pain and pleasure more i lift one hand from your hips, never slowing my pace, simply shifting my weight slowly as i do so. your mind has just enough time - if it were capable of clear thought through the mental fog of stimulation your body is recieving - to register the hand's absence on your side before it comes crashing down. my hand swinging a wide arc all the way from my shoulder down to the soft bouncing globes of your ass, making a sound that, compared to the noise our bodies are making as they impact, sounds more like a huge whip being cracked. with the connection of my hand to your butt cheek comes the involuntary yelp that escapes your lips, the sound ive been dying to hear ever since i saw you laying ass up in the sun chair earlier. lifting my hand from its point of connection with the tender flesh of your bottom, i admire the impeccable handprint ive left there in glowing red, in stark contrast to the smooth milky white skin of your ass. only pausing to take in my work for but a moment my hand swings its arc once more, again colling with your soft skin with a sound so loud it rings in my ears for a brief moment. again you cry out, head flinging back, sopping wet hair flying with it in a curve, sending a perfect fan of water droplets spraying from the tips of each strand. satisfied with the marks ive left on you, a pair of matching handprints spanning the expansive curve of your luscious ass, marking your behind like a pair of twin tattoos, i halt my spanking, once more leaning over you as i pump my hips rapidly back and forth, into and out of you. my right hand finding its place between your shoulder blades again, my left lifts towards your hair, flicking it out of the way over one shoulder and continuing to reach around until im cupping your face by the chin, holding your head up in the position it was thrown into with my last slap to your sensitive ass. Resuming my all out pounding, hammering my full girthy length into you, bottoming out inside you and slamming your cervix with each thrust, showing no mercy i slamfuck you with everything ive got. as your moans grow louder and louder, beginning now to overshadow the sound of our bodies colliding i can feel it starting, your orgasm coming on fast. your lips contract, hugging my shaft even tighter, you muscles squezing me rhythmically as it hits, clenching my powerful tool into your warm wet toolbox so strong it feels like im being jacked off inside of you. unable to resist the soft yet strong sqeeze of your pussy i pull out fast, my hand under your chin sliding across your cheek gently, trailing my fingers over your lips and finding their way back into your hair, where i clench down and pull, yanking you up and around onto your knees as i straighten mine and rise to a full standing position before you. Instantly and without a word needing spoken your head darts forward, mouth opening to engulf me, my hand in your hair merely along for the ride as you devour my cock with such ferocity it had my eyes rolling back in my head almost right away. Proving yourself just as eager for my seed as i am to spill it, your head bobbing rapidly into my lap. swallowing up every inch of my cock before allowing it to slip from your lips, only to repeat the motion as fast as you can, using your full sensuous lips to milk my shaft. my balls tense as the sperm builds within them, moments from bursting forth in a torrential downpour of sperm. the instant before it hits i use the hand on your head to pull you back from my tool, grabbing it with my free hand as it pops from your mouth with a wet smacking sound. pumping my immense shaft in one hand and holding your head back by the hair with the other, your eyes locked on mine as i give the final few strokes that bring on my orgasm, thick rope after rope ejaculating from the tip of my pulsing, throbbing cock to splash in thick drips and rivulets all over the slope of your perfectly formed, firm, full breasts. as the final jets erupt from me, coating your perky tits i wipe the tip against your nipple, leaving the last traces of my load dangling there from your nipple, dripping into the water beneath you. As the water washes away the last of my seed from your breasts, we realize just how long we've been in here. jumping from the shower we both scramble, and with a quick final kiss, my hand softly brushing your cheek as we embrace, we part. you darting down the hall to your bedroom and me hastily throwing on my pants, socks and shoes, not even pausing to dry myself off. without going to look for you i dash down the stairs and back out the back door. grabbing my shirt from the ground i toss it on as i grab my tool belt and begin to take down the ladder. just as im loading the ladder onto the rack on my truck Mike pulls in. Seeing me loading up my gear he looks up at the roof to see the few bundles of shingles, the tarp and a few tools still s**ttered about, as well as more than a couple places still in need of repair. "how come you're headed out man, you didnt finish" he says. "oh i finished all right." i reply, trying to hold back a smile. "for today anyways...". cocking his head slightly he gives me an odd look. "oh, i should explain" i add, "i ran out of nails. i was up there nailing it and nailing it then all of a sudden i shot my last one and thats it, i was done for the day". barely able to get this sentence out with a straight face, he's still looking at me odd when you save me, coming out the front door at just the right moment. "Hey babe, dinners ready. you just gonna stand in the driveway all day or you gonna come eat?" you ask him. "Bye Mr. Handyman", you add. "see you tomorrow to finish the job" you say with a smile and a wave. motioning to Mike you head back into the house. Giving me one last sideways glance he throws out a quick "thanks man, see ya" before following you inside, closing the door behind him. tossing my toolbelt in the truck i hop in, start it up and pull off, heading home, my head a swirling mix of memories of the day and thoughts of what repairs Mr. Handyman might do for the lonely housewife tomorrow...