I had known Henry for quite some time before I realised I wanted him to fuck me. He had always been hired by my parents whenever they needed any bespoke carpentry work so over the years I was used to seeing him around the house, fitting new wardrobes or cupboards or just carrying out minor maintenance.
He was an attractive looking guy, in his late 50's, tall and slim with greying hair and bright blue eyes set in a deeply tanned, rugged face. I'd always said a polite hello to him and then breezed on by thinking no more about him. Until the day he came to make a few alterations to our kitchen.
I had just completed my first year at university and was spending the summer at my parents' house. They were due back from holiday and Henry was supposed to have the job done by the time they got back. They'd asked me to go and check on the progress he'd made.
I had been sunbathing in the garden when I remembered their instruction so when I heard his truck pull up, I hopped off the sun lounger and went to speak to him. I sauntered into the kitchen and almost collided with him as he was coming out of it. The first thing I noticed was how good he smelt. An intriguing mix of tobacco and citrus.
The second thing I noticed was the feel of his hands as they rested on my bare shoulders to steady me. He held me firmly and his hands felt slightly rough against my bare skin. I felt a flash of heat between my thighs and was strangely disappointed when he let go of me.
We both apologised for walking into each other but I wanted to feel those hands on me again. I watched him as he got to work in the kitchen and wondered how the hell I'd never noticed how attractive he was. I knew how old he was but suddenly all I could think about was him pushing a couple of those long fingers inside me and I was getting wetter just thinking about it.
He knelt down and began sorting through his toolbox and glanced up at me as I stood there in my white bikini "You won't catch much sun in here" he said, smiling.
I seized my chance and said casually "Well, I need some sun lotion on my back, do you think you could do it for me?" I know, it's the corniest excuse in the book but I was just desperate to feel him up close to me again.
Before he could reply, I ran and fetched the sun lotion from the garden. I walked slowly across the kitchen floor hoping that he liked what he was seeing. By now my nipples were poking through my bikini top and I saw his eyes go to them. I handed him the sun lotion and looked at him expectantly. His blue eyes narrowed and I could feel my nipples tightening under his gaze.
"Turn around" he instructed in a gruff voice.
I turned my back to him and lifted my long hair and held it up off my neck. He squirted some of the lotion on my back and began to rub it into my skin in long strokes. He was massaging my shoulders and suddenly I heard him say "I don't think we need this" as he untied the strings of my bikini top and it fluttered to the floor.
