I'd always had a bit of a Builder Fantasy, you know the sort: a handyman comes over with his incredibly large tool belt, you stare at his flexing muscles for a few days while he works on your house until you finally convince him to work on your body. Soooo, my husband and I decided to explore this fantasy one day together and here's what happened.
After seeing a few small projects around the house that needed repairs, we finally work up the courage to post an advert on a local tradesman website, advertising "cute housewife seeks the help of a handyman" and shortly thereafter we have several replies. One applicant in particular peaks my interest. I can see from his profile photo that he has stunning blue eyes, foxy grey hair and yet is well built and still in good youthful shape. We message back and forth for a few days until finalizing a first meet up to discuss the job. The night before this meeting, my husband comes home somewhat tipsy and messages him directly, asking him if he was going to bring along "his big tool belt?!" with several suggestive emojis attached. Needless to say, by the time Andy came to scope the project, tension was already building. From our first meeting, Andy and I hit it off well. I feel like a teenager again, sensing his eyes mentally prying my clothes off each time I turn around, I feel drunk with his lingering gaze, I feel giddy and horny and curious all at the same time.
After this initial meeting, I message him asking if the meeting went as he expected, and we subsequently exchange a few further flirtatious but business-related emails to confirm the job. Andy explains that although he would not normally take a project so small, there was something about me...which led him to take the job. Upon further questioning, he messages back to explain that he finds me incredibly insanely sexy and can't stop thinking about me in my tight exercise pants.
His first day on the job, I can feel the sexual tension mounting. By the late morning, I can hardly focus on my work as his breath distracts me, watching him work out of the corner of my eye and wishing he would move to working on me instead. At one stage, he needs my assistance and shortly thereafter, I find myself crouching directly underneath his chest as I help hold up an old window frame he is repairing. His strong, large hands and muscles flexing under the weight of the frame nearly send me over the edge right then and there. After a few moments, he secures the frame and no longer needs my assistance, so I rise carefully, intentionally, slowly and brush the inside corner of his chest as I come back up to standing.
Immediately he grabs me in the living room and leads me to the kitchen. He starts kissing me, urgently and deeply. He presses his groin into mine, and his knees push in between my legs. Taken by surprise by his urgency, I have to catch my breath but immediately my body takes over my head, and I can feel myself tingle all over, pussy swelling inside my panties and nipples hardening. His hands trace the outline of my body, from my waist up to my neck and he slips a hand down my shirt, inside my bra, and expertly cups my breast in his hand, slightly pinching my nipple and rolling in between his fingers. I can't kiss him hard enough, deep enough. I need more and more. I can feel his incredible cock growing against my crotch and leg, and the feeling of it excites and terrifies me at the same time.