The Handyman

He’s been here for a while, right? Has it been longer than normal? I guess he’s never come to fix both the sink and the shower before so how would I know how long that takes. If I knew anything about fixing a sink or a shower I wouldn’t have had to call my landlord to send over the sexy older handyman to fix said things. I’m sitting here at my little white table, pretending to do work, when in reality all I’m thinking about is the handyman probably using those strong, manly hands on my shower when I’d really like him to use them on my… “I need to turn the water off.” Shit. “What?” His lean form fills the doorway to my kitchen. The light blue button up shirt he wears is old and has been washed so many times it’s almost see through. I can almost see the outline of hard muscles underneath. It’s unbuttoned just enough that I stare at his chest. Stop it. Stop staring. He said something. Answer. You need to answer. Words. Say words now. “Uh…I’m sorry, what?” Good words, you fucking idiot. He smiles. I can feel my heart beat faster. Why is that smile so electric? It’s like a light just turned on in a dark room. He leans his forearm on the doorframe. I stand, extremely awkwardly, fidgeting with the buttons on my white dress. Yes, I put a dress on because I knew he was coming, I’m that girl. “The water. I need to turn it off.” He says. “Oh, right. Yeah. Okay.” I stammer. “Do you need to get some or need any for the next 20 minutes or so?” He takes his forearm off the doorframe and steps toward me. “Uh…uh…sure. I’ll have some water.” I say. My face flushes and I know it has turned an embarrassing shade of pink. He chuckles. Wait why? Did I say something funny? I must have. I laugh a little too. “It’s your apartment darling, you can do what you like.” He keeps walking toward where I stand at my little white table and brown bench I had just been nervously sitting on. Fuck. This is why you are alone and horny. You’re awkward. “Yeah…I meant…I’ll get some.” I try to laugh it off. He gets closer to me. Oh my god, what is he going to do? His eyes are so blue. It just makes the grey in his hair and his stubble even sexier. I’m holding my breath. He’s so close I can smell his cologne. It smells like vanilla and rain mixed together. How is that possible? Ah realizeshit, that made me wet. “I need to get under there.” he says softly. I clutch the side of my dress. Did he know? Does he the effect he has on me and how wet he just made me? “You…you…do?” I whisper. “Yeah, under the sink. To shut the water off.” He looks deep into my eyes. I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body. “Right.” I squeak out, finally breathing. “Aren’t you going to get some water?” He asks. I’m breathing so hard right now. I actually think I do need water. I glance at him. He’s staring at me. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up and I dare a glance down at his forearm. Mistake. Big mistake. Taught and strong. I bet he could really… “I really need to shut the water off darling.” He says softly. I look back up at him. “Yeah. I’ll get a glass.” I say softly. He smiles. I think he just looked at my mouth. Did he? No. I’m making it up. Go to the cabinet and get a glass. Don’t just stand here. “Uh, would you, um…like some water?” I reach for one glass in my cabinet. “Sure darling.” “Okay.” I grab another glass and set it on my counter. When I turn around he’s leaning against the sink staring at me. “That’s a lovely dress.” I know I turn embarrass-me-pink again. “Oh…thank you.” I begin to finger the buttons. “Buttons all the way up huh?” “Yeah. Yeah, a lot of buttons.” I awkwardly laugh. He crosses his strong arms over his chest, and licks his lips. “Yeah, a lot of buttons. I’m sure your boyfriend likes it.” “Ha! Yeah right!” I begin to laugh. “What?” He asks confused. “Oh, no boyfriend. That’s all. It’s funny you thought I had one.” He smiles and shakes his head. “I don’t get young men these days. Letting a beautiful woman like you walk around single. Looking like this. It’s a fucking shame.” I immediately stop laughing and suck in a breath. I instinctively grab the side of my dress. “Um, than…thank you. I…I don’t know the last time I heard that.” He pushes off the sink and steps toward me. “Heard what darling?” I swallow and grip my dress harder, pulling it up slightly. The movement catches his eye and he glances down, watching the dress raise. “Uh…that…that I’m… I’m beautiful.” He smiles that megawatt smile. I think I actually sigh. “That’s a damn shame too. You should be hearing that everyday.” Closer. “Every hour.” Closer. “Every minute.” He’s right in front of me. I look up into his cool blue eyes. “I should?” I say barely above a whisper. He brings his hand up and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, then trails his fingers down my cheek. “You’re beautiful,” he says. My legs actually shake. I lick my lips and take a shaky breath. “Why don’t you lift that dress up a little more for me darling?” He whispers. I look down at where my hand is balled in the white fabric with blue flowers at my side and begin to pull it up. What am I doing? “That’s it. What a good girl.” He says, tilting his head to watch. Fucking hell. I’ve never been this wet in my life. He glances back at me. “Now about these buttons…” He brings his hand up and plays with the top button. I’m breathing hard and can hear my heartbeat in my ears. Can he hear it? “I think there are too many buttons. Don’t you?” He says huskily. I swallow. I don’t even know if I can speak at this point. “Yes…” I rasp, “I fucking hate these buttons.” He smiles and laughs gently. “Let’s see how many it takes.” He brings both hands up and begins to unbutton the front of my dress. Slowly. His eyes on mine the entire time. “Oh, well look here. No bra. A naughty girl.” He says darkly. I give him a crooked smile and shrug. He smiles back. He brushes a finger over a nipple and I suck in a breath. “Beautiful.” He says. Both hands gently caress my breasts. My eyes close and I lean into him. His hands trail down to my waist and grip it. “Come here beautiful girl.” He pulls me in and kisses me. A kiss I have never had in my life. A kiss of a man that doesn’t hesitate or wait. A kiss that claims my mouth and me all in one breath. I wrap my arms around his strong shoulders and press my body into his. His hold on my waist tightens and suddenly he lifts me and I’m sitting on my counter. “Let me see what else my beautiful girl has.” He smiles a devilish smile at me. “Unless you’d like me to stop?” I snap my head up at him. The last thing on earth I want is this man to walk away from me. I need his hands, his body, his mouth, more than I need oxygen or the blood that flows inside me. “No! Please! I don’t want you to stop. Please.” I said eagerly, my hands on his chest. He smiles again and kisses me gently, his tongue exploring this inside of my mouth. He lifts my right leg up on my counter and pushes my dress up higher. He takes a step back. “White panties? A very good girl aren’t we?” He raises his eyebrows. I smile back. “I can be.” I say seductively. He steps back to me, dragging his hand up my leg and over my thigh. I lean back against the cabinet. “Good girls do what they’re told.” He whispers in my ear, his hand so far up my thigh his fingers play with the top of my panties. His thumb brushes over the wet fabric of the front. “Oh my. A wet little thing aren’t we?” He begins to kiss my neck. I wrap my arms around him and moan quietly. His mouth is warm and soft on my skin. His thumb presses harder against my pussy and I moan louder. “Such a fucking shame this pussy has gone to waste.” He growls. “Not anymore.” He moves my soaking panties aside and with one smooth movement, begins to stroke my clit with his thumb. “Oh god!” I moan, gripping him harder around the neck, my leg wrapping around him. “Mmmm, that’s a good girl.” His other hand massages my breast while he presses his body into me. I can feel his hard cock against my thigh. I want it. I need it. He stops rubbing my clit and pulls his thumb out and leans back. Staring me in the eyes he puts his thumb in his mouth, sucks it clean, and smiles. “Mmmm, that's a sweet pussy.” Holy fucking shit, I’m going melt away and die a messy puddle. “Oh my god. Are you always this sexy?” I moan. He smiles and pulls me down from the counter. He kisses me and turns me around. “Let me see that ass good girl,” he says as he gently bends me over, my forearms on the counter. I feel his hands glide up my thighs, lifting my dress over my hips. “Just as I thought. Perfect.” Then his hands are on my panties, pulling them down around my legs. “It's time for these to come off.” “Oh…okay…” I breathed. My panties drop to the floor as he stands me back up and turns me around. “So beautiful.” He kisses me. “Now, where to fuck you so you know how beautiful you are.” I gasp. “Hmm… that bench looks pretty good.” He says walking over to my little table and bench. “Come here good girl.” He wiggles a finger at me. Instinctively I pick my panties up from the floor and rush over to him. “Why did you bring those?” He chuckled. I looked down at the soaking panties in my hand. “Uh, I don’t…I don’t know.” I say, embarrassed. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me toward him. “Get on the bench…good girl.” I sit on the bench and look up at him. “Lay back.” I do. “Show me that beautiful pussy.” I lift my dress. “Mmm…” Never taking his eyes off me he slowly undoes his belt. Then his pants and slides them and anything underneath down his muscled thighs. His erection sprang free. Long and hard and making me ache in places I never knew I could ache. My eyes go wide. He pushes my little table aside and moves toward me, kneeling on the bench between my legs. “I’m going to make up for all the fucking that pussy hasn’t had beautiful girl.” I lean back, feeling myself get wetter in anticipation. My breathing and heart race so rapidly I was certain I would pass out. “I want that. P…Please.” He smiles as he lowers himself on my body. His weight is perfect. I can feel the head of his cock pressing against my pussy. He reaches down and I feel it rub against my clit. I lay my head back and groan. “Get my cock wet, good girl. That’s a good girl” “Ahhh…”I groan. He continues to rub my clit with the head of his cock vigorously. I wrap a leg around him, trying to pull him. Needing him inside of me. Desperate for penetration. “Oh, she is a greedy girl.” He says kissing my breasts and sucking on a nipple. I arch my back in pleasure. I pull on him harder. “Fuck…” I moan. “Please!” I beg. He releases my nipple and comes back up to kiss me. As he does he pushes his hard cock inside me in one smooth, slow thrust. I moan into his mouth and he fists my hair. He fills every part of me, stretching me in places that hadn’t been touched in too long. Another thrust. I bite his lip. Another thrust and my hands find the bottom of his shirt, desperate to touch his skin. I slide them up his back as he thrusts into me again. “Oh fuck!” I call out. His other hand grips my hip, hard, pulling while he thrusts. Quicker now. My nails dig into his back. “Don’t stop, please! Fuck! Don’t stop” I cry out. His mouth is on my neck, then by my ear. “I’m not stopping until you are a shaking mess beautiful girl. Maybe not even then.” He growls. “Oh god!” My leg wraps tighter around him, needing him deeper. “Harder! Please! Fuck me harder!” I beg him. He adjusts his body on mine and uses his strong hips to fuck me so hard I begin to see stars. “Oh my god! So good!” I barely manage. His hand in my hair tightens. “Tell me good girl. Fucking tell me.” He orders breathlessly. I am almost to oblivion. Being fucked beyond the point of speech. “You…you feel…you feel so good inside me.” I turn my head to catch his piercing blue eyes. He growls and fucks me faster. I can feel myself building, pushing towards the edge. He is hitting all the right spots. “Fuck…don’t stop…I’m…don’t” I pant. He adjusts his grip on my hip and thrusts harder yet. “Oh my god…I’m going to…I’m going to cum!” As the words leave my mouth, the sparks catch fire inside me and my orgasm racks my body. Shaking me and making me cry out and cling to him while he continues to fuck me. The waves hit me with every thrust of his hard cock until I think I can’t take it any longer and it subsides. Then he suddenly shifts and pulls out. “Watch me good girl.” I do. I watch as he cums on my wet, swollen pussy. Making me moan in desire again. “Oh fuck.” I barely whisper. And collapse back on the bench. My hair wet with sweat and my body weak. “Mmmm…fuck.” He groans out. “That’s a good pussy.” I lay still, waiting for my heart to slow so I can process what just happened. What we just did in my kitchen. I feel a gentle wipe on my pussy and look up. “Gotta take care of my good girl.” He says with a smile. His pants back on. I smile back at him. “Thank you.” He sets a glass of water on the table. “Drink some water. I gotta turn it off.” He says as he walks away. I sit up on my elbows. “What the actual fuck?” I say to his back, annoyed that he could walk away from what we just did. He stops and turns. “I still need to fix your shower.” He slowly walks back to me. “Then I’m going to take you to dinner and fuck you again. Okay beautiful girl?” I smile at him. “Oh. Yeah. Okay.”