Pure fiction, original story, containing erotica, and just a little humor. Your comments are welcome.
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My name is Benjamin, I am 46 year old man, an old school one, I have worked for a Kitchen and Bath Remodeling Company for 26 years, and recently found myself out of a job. There was about a dozen of us, and we discussed buying the companies assets, as the owner that hired me had turned it over to his son, and well, he fucked the pooch so to speak. He thought since his father had built some wealth over the years, he would be wealthy too now. In two years drained all the cash, and pissed off suppliers, and customers when they could not get their money or jobs done.
After a few meetings with the other employees about a buyout, I determined it was not going to happen, and I was going to have to find another job, and hopefully quickly in order to keep from draining my 401K, and ruining my chance to retire on it, and SS when I became eligible. I needed to find something, and quick.
One day I was talking to a fellow worker, another Benjamin believe it or not. He joined the company three years after I did, and earned the name Ben-2, of course. I told him I had an idea, and mentioned it to him, a handyman service. The type of remodeling we did, required us to be able to do many types of work, not just carpentry, rough and finish, but plumbing, and other skills as well. I had built my own house, and Ben 2's dad had been a contractor when he was in his teens, and he worked for him until he passed on suddenly. Ben-2, is 42, and even more motivated as he had 2 young children, and 2 from his first marriage, leaving him with alimony, and child support payments to make.
We were in business, my wife came up with: Need a Handyman? Call Ben & Ben - Two Very Handy Men. We both thought it was a little hokey but catchy, and did not have a better idea, and soon had it on my van and his truck. We did some advertising, and circulated business cards to friends and family, as well as some of our repeat customers who liked our work, and often requested us.
Our business was soon thriving, you can not believe the amount of men that either do not know how, or do not want to do household repairs, many of them white collar workers that never had to. Most of our customers were wives of these men, or were single mothers, MILFS who were tired of dripping faucets or maybe a water tank that was leaking, or not heating well anymore etc..
We finally were making enough that I did not have to rely on savings anymore, and Ben-2 decided, well mostly his wife did, that he needed a weeks vacation.
I agreed, and told him that if we did not take them too close together we would probably be able to handle it OK.
He took off the week of July 4th a hot one too, we figured a lot of our customers would be on vacation too. I still had to work some overtime to take up the slack.
One morning I was on a call at one of 2's customers, and rang the doorbell. As the door opened, my heart skipped a beat, I was greeted by a beautiful blond with piercing blue eyes, pink lip gloss, in a see-through nightie, and a light summer robe she did not bother to close, strangely though, she had on heels. She introduced herself as Ann. It was 8 am, and it's not like I have never had a female customer in her nightgown and robe, well the high heels were something new to me, but they sure made her legs more shapely. It was too early to tell if she was in heat, maybe she just got up, and was just breaking in the high heels?
Encountering horny women on the job does not happen often. If it does, it usually is not someone this good-looking. This was more like what I have seen in an HBO or Showtime Late Night movie. Women tend to give you a hint they are interested, and then see how you react. It's something you have to learn how to resist, or you will be paying alimony to at least one woman.
After taking a look at the problem, a leaky kitchen sink drain, she had a bucket under it, and it was partly full. I excused myself to get my plumbing box of tools, and spare washers etc..
When I got back she was minus the robe, and I was now more than just a little suspicious, but she looked too hot and too classy to be after a middle-aged handyman like me. She mentioned the hot weather, and that she hated to even have a nightie on, in this heat spell. Now for her "first major hint." Ann said, "My husband is on a business trip, and my son is away at camp, so I am all alone. Yesterday I got up after sleeping in the nude, and pulled all the curtains closed. After I had breakfast, it felt so good to be walking around naked, I decided to just stay that way. I can't wait to get out of this nightgown today. I wonder how many men would have had the nerve to say something like, "however you feel comfortable, I will just focus on your "plumbing" problem," again, only in a movie could that happen."
OK, I was sure now she was in the hunt, and knew I would have to be careful not to say anything that might trigger the overused, "my husband doesn't pay any attention to me," there are many variations of it.
I have to say that so far I have been able to subdue my temptations, and avoid cheating. When I get too worked up, I find a place to park, and jerk one off afterwards. I never wanted to lose my job for one thing, and I did not want the guilt, and complications that come with extramarital activities. It was becoming clear to me that my partner, Ben 2, might not follow my same rules of conduct, something I have suspected by the way women would ask for, and willing to wait for him for their repairs.
