The HANDYMAN

My friend Chuck often asks me to do things around his house. I love him dearly, but a handyman he isn’t. So, I spend time in his basement, in his garage, in his yard, and wherever else he needs something done that he doesn’t want to pay someone to do.

The other day, his garbage disposal quit, so I spent a couple of hours under his kitchen sink installing a new one. When I was finished cleaning up after myself, his wife, Stephanie, walked in to see how I was doing. The problem was that she was wearing a pair of pajama pants and an oversized wife-beater tee shirt. When she reached for a coffee mug, she exposed her entire side-boob, complete with nipple. I got a little quiver in my Levi’s. I quickly turned away. I surely didn’t want her to catch me staring, and if I kept looking, I would have had more than a quiver in my pants.

“Can I offer you a cup of coffee?” she asked.

“Thanks, but I should be going.”

I didn’t want to tell her that if I stayed any longer looking at her, one of us was going to end up doing something that we both would regret.

“How’s Gloria?” she said, asking about my wife, who had been battling a strange, unknown illness for most of the last year.

“About the same, you know.”

“That’s too bad. You tell her if she needs anything, anything at all, to call me. That goes for you, too.”

“What about me?” I asked.

“You know, if there is anything that I could do for you, you just let me know.”

I must have had a puzzled expression on my face when I didn’t respond.

“Look, I know I look and act like a dumb blonde, but I see things.”

“Like what, what are you talking about?”

“Like the fact that I know that Chuck doesn’t pay you for doing all these things around here that you do, because he’s a cheapskate. And I suspect, what with Gloria’s being so sick for so long, that you might not have much sex. Am I right?”

“I don’t see what that has anything to do with anything, Steph.”

“Well, it does. You see, I also benefit from the things you do, like the garbage disposal. Do you realize how much I’ve missed that thing working…for almost a year? Anyway,” she continued as she made her way across the room and stood no more than a foot away from me, “I would like to thank you somehow, what’ya say? Is there something I could do for you?”

“I’m not sure what you have in mind, Steph, but I’m good.”

She inched in a little closer. Close enough that my eyes could look down her shirt, between her tits, and see her naval.

“What if I told you there was something that you could do for me?” she said.

I cleared my throat and said, “What’s that?”

“When’s the last time you had sex with anything other than your hand?”

“I will admit that it’s been a while. What are you getting at?” I asked, half-hopeful that she wanted to have sex with me, yet scared that she might want to have sex with me.

“Things aren’t as rosy around the domicile as Chuck wants you to believe. You see, I put on a good front around our friends, but the truth of the matter is that good old Chuck won’t fuck me.”

For a second, I thought she was messing with my head. I mean, Stephanie was an extremely attractive woman by anyone’s standard. She has that girl-next-door vibe that women want to be like her, and men want to bed her, myself included. She’s about 5’-5”, no more than a buck-twenty, and still has that athletic look to her that girls who play sports in high school have. I wonder what it must be like to live in the same house with her and be able to control yourself. I, for one, don’t think I could.

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true, I swear to God. He won’t say why, just that he’s not interested. I even threatened that if he didn’t fuck me, I was going to go out and get myself picked up at a bar. I know what I look like, and I’ll bet that I could walk into any bar in town and get laid. Don’t you think?”

I stumbled over my words a bit. “Yeah…yeah, I’ll bet you’re right. Have you?”

“Have I what, gone bar hopping? No. I’m too scared to. He doesn’t even have to make love to me, just raw sex, you know, get hard, stick it in, and fuck. It’s not rocket science, everybody else does it.”

“Well, not everybody,” I said.

Steph looked up at me with those sparkly, baby blues of hers and said, “Sorry, I know your situation is different, but that’s how we can help each other out. Just sex, you know? Look, I will guarantee that you will ejaculate. All I ask is that you keep going until I have an orgasm. Oh. God, I’d give anything right about now for an orgasm. What’ya say?”

Stephanie proceeded to rip off her T-shirt and throw it across the room. “Come on, tell me you don’t want to fondle these.” Her nipples protruded as if they had had an encounter with an ice cube. I stared, but wanted desperately to reach out and touch.

“Nothing yet, huh?” she said inquisitively. “How about this?” and she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her pajama bottoms and pushed them to the floor. There she stood, naked as the day she was born, well, plus a full natural blonde jungle between her legs. “Sorry about the bush, if I had known, I would have trimmed. Unless you like bald pussy’s. I’ll shave it if you do.”

“No, hairy is fine by me. Sorry, I’ve never seen natural blonde pubic hair before.”

“You’re more than welcome to get up close and personal. But you are still fully dressed. Cold feet? Here, let me help.”

Our eyes never looked away from each other while Stephanie undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and yanked them just enough that my erection pushed my tighty-whities forward, exposing the wet spot from my precum leakage.

“Looks like someone is interested after all. Come on, let him out,” she exclaimed as she pulled on my underwear. “Oh, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.” And the little guy sprang into action.

Stephanie wrapped her fingers around my shaft and just held me.

“My God, how I’ve missed this,” she said as she put her lips to the head and licked the precum that was still oozing, now more than ever. “Yummy.”

“Steph, you keep that up and I ain’t gonna last long at all.”

“Good,” she said as she started pumping my cock like there was a race going on.

“Oh my God, Steph, I can’t hold it.” I no sooner had said, when I shot a stream of spunk that just missed her ear as she ducked and landed on the kitchen floor behind her. “Sorry,” I said.

“Oh no, don’t be. I was hoping you would do that. Now that’s out of the way, maybe you’ll last long enough for me.”

I reached down and lifted her to her feet, leaned in, and gave her a peck on the lips. She returned my kiss and added a little tongue. I welcomed her into my mouth. We continued our tonsil hockey while I cupped her ass and carried her across the room. I pushed one of the chairs away to clear my way to lay her on the kitchen table. She refused to stop kissing me, which was okay by me, so while she was occupied with my tongue, I lay my cock between her labia and jabbed at her clit with the head. Every time I pushed, she moaned.

Steph finally came up for air and whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me now, please.”

“No, not yet,” I said, much to her disappointment. I wanted to in the worst way, but I also wanted to eat pussy, something that my wife was uncomfortable with, even when she was healthy.

I kissed her with tiny kisses on her cheek, then her neck, from one side to the other. I didn’t forget about her ear lobes, which seemed to be very sensitive, the way she reacted. I kept the process moving along and kissed a path to her left tittie, sucked on her nipple, to which she squealed with delight, then moved across to the right one and repeated myself.

Onward to her belly button, where I spent way too much time licking. I could tell by the way she pushed my head further south. I welcomed myself to her jungle. A full-on bush that hadn’t seen a trimming in like forever, which was fine by me. I had fun searching for a way to her glory hole.

Once there, it all came back to me. Kind of like riding a bike, you never forget, once you know how. Lying on the kitchen table put her at just the right height. From my knees, I had full access to everything. With my thumbs, I separated her labia and was welcomed by a glistening pussy just waiting for me. I gleefully dove tongue-first and lapped up as much of her pussy juice as I could. She had the sweetest tasting pussy I had ever encountered, bar none. I had a hard time backing away and doing something else. Soon, I was joined by both of her hands, one on the back of my head, pulling me in closer, if that was possible. The other one massaged her clit. Steph rubbed herself faster than I ever would have. I worried that she was going to hurt herself.

She knew what she was doing because it wasn’t long before she was in full climax mode. She pushed me as tight as she could into her pussy. I thought for a moment that she might suffocate me as she became wetter than any girl I had ever been with. I almost choked on her flow while she came one more time.

Stephanie began to hyperventilate. I began to worry. I stopped to make sure she was all right. The last thing we needed was to have to call 911 and explain what brought it on.

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m okay. Please don’t stop, I want to feel your cock inside me. Can you do that for me?”

“As long as you’re sure that you’re okay.”

“I am. Now will you stop talking and fuck me?”

When she was having difficulty breathing, my erection started its decline. Even though I knew that I was about to be laid, I wasn’t as hard as I wanted to be.

“Steph, I would love to fuck you, but I could use a little help,” I said, pointing at my flaccid dick.

“Oh, that’s no problem. Come closer.”

Stephanie, still atop the table, sat up and wiggled herself to the edge. She grabbed my hand and put it between her legs, and began stroking me at the same time. In a short minute, we were both ready to go again.

Steph lay back and stuck her feet high in the air, resting them on my shoulders. Thankfully, the table was just the right height for me. As I stood between her legs, my cock lined up perfectly with her entrance.

“What do you want? Do you want me to beg you? Stick it in already.”

A command performance was in order, and I began my slow, methodical rhythm of plunging my cock into her. Man, did that feel good. I had almost forgotten how good the warm confines of a vagina could feel as it surrounded my cock. The thought of it ending too soon flittered through my mind, so I continued my sensual insertions.

“Oh, my fucking God, just fuck me, will ya? Enough of this tender bullshit. I want it hard and fast. I want multiples before you come again.”

“Bossy, aren’t we?”

“What do you want me to say, pretty please? Now stop the bullshitting and FUCK ME,” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

I didn’t know how long I could last with the rapid-fire approach, but who was I to disappoint the lady? I did as she asked and ramped it up. I could sense that she was a bit uncomfortable, and asked her to switch positions. I backed out just long enough for Steph to roll over, smush her titties onto the table, and point her ass at me.

I plunged right back in and continued my rapid-fire assault on her pussy. Her screaming led me to believe that she was having multiples. As for me, I couldn’t believe that I was still going strong. The pressure was, however, building up, and I eagerly anticipated my turn for an eruption.

Stephanie was getting exhausted. “Did you come again yet?”

“No,” I said.

“Do you want to stick it in my ass?”

“No, I want to lie on top of you, in bed.”

Stephanie nudged me away, took me by the hand, and led me to her bedroom. She welcomed me on top of her. I slid right back into place and continued my humping, but now it felt more personal, more like making love and less like raw sex.

We kissed, caressed, and let our genitals mesh. Letting our pubic bones grind against each other did it for me. All of a sudden like, my balls were on fucking fire. I thought I was going to burst if I didn’t cum soon. I picked up the pace just a bit, with my balls slapping against her ass. I was ready.

“I’m cumming,” I said. “Where do you want it?”

“Please, stay inside me. I want to feel your hot load as it shoots into my pussy.”

I didn’t have a chance to ask her if she was sure that’s what she wanted, as my floodgates opened. I’m not sure, but it felt to me as if I unloaded a year’s worth of spunk into her.

Stephanie placed her legs across mine, put her arms around my back, and squeezed.

“Don’t move. I want to savor the moment. Also, I can’t feel my body; I’m numb. I’m floating. I love your cock inside me. You want to go again?”

I leaned into her ear and said, “I sure hope you’re kidding because I think I would need a long rest period. Besides, I really don’t think we have time.”

Steph looked at the clock. “We do have time for a quick shower. You don’t want to go home to Gloria smelling like sex now, do you?”

“No. And you, little lady, had better wipe that smile from your face or Chuck will be asking what you’re so happy about.”

The problem with the shower was that rubbing my hands all over her slippery body was exciting the hell out of me. All I wanted to do was to fuck her again. When I said something to Stephanie, she gave me that look. You know the one that says, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I was half kidding. I didn’t want the day to end. After not having any kind of sex for so long, there was no way I could ever tell her how grateful I was to spend time with her.

“You had better stop that,” she said, pushing my hands away, “or I’m going to fuck you again. This time, we stand a mighty good chance of getting caught if Chuck were to get home early. So, dry off, get dressed, and go.”

She was right, of course.