When Rachel came home, Andrew was nowhere to be found. She set her keys down on the table in the kitchen and followed the sound of his drill whirring off in the distance. The whirring turned into a scream when she opened the door to the basement before it suddenly died away. Each step she took leading down into the basement creaked, showing the house's age.
Their basement was a big open area that they hadn't quite outfitted for a gathering place just yet. They would eventually make plans to put in a bar and a lounge area for when company was over but the budget didn't quite allow for it yet. Andrew was wearing an old ragged grey t-shirt that might have been a size too small for him. He had yet to entirely change out of his work clothes so his dress pants and shoes contrasted sharply with the old shirt. When she finally made eye contact with him, he smiled and lowered his drill from one of the exposed wooden beams lining the ceiling.
"What're you doing?" Rachel asked him, curious.
He placed the drill down on a nearby chair and beckoned her over with the wave of his arm. "Come take a look,"
She descended the last of the stairs and drew closer to him. She cocked an eyebrow and laughed nervously as what he installed came into view.
"Is that...?" But he interrupted her and drew close to her. He placed his hands on her waist and kissed her lightly on the lips. He brought a hand up to her cheek and pressed his thumb into her cheekbone.
"Undress Rachel."
She giggled. "We don't have time. I have to get Dinner started."
He kissed her again.
She broke away, "Kids will be home soon."
He spun her around suddenly, causing her to almost trip over her own feet. He steadied her with a hand around her waist. The hand that had been pressed into her cheek was now around her ear. He breathed heavily into her ear, feigning annoyance. He pressed the hand around her waist hard into her stomach and slowly started to trail south beneath the front of her skirt and panties. In an instant he had a finger working its way between her thighs.
He chided her, "You can pretend you're not interested all you want, but this doesn't lie."
She squirmed, fighting a sudden need to rub her legs together.
"I told you to undress, Rachel." He reminded her.
She nodded subconsciously and reached for the zipper on her skirt. When she had it loosed, the tucked her thumbs into the waistband of both her panties and skirt and deftly pulled them down off her hips. Andrew continued to work his fingers between her lips, occasionally brushing past her clit before running back down again. When the skirt was down far enough, she shook them off and stepped out of them. He held on to her tightly by her neck as she stood half naked. She could feel his cock pressed against her backside in his work pants. He was clearly enjoying himself.
He took his hand away abruptly, and turned her again. He guided her toward a nearby wall and pressed her up against it. He placed a forearm to the side of her head and loomed over her. With his other hand, he found himself back between her legs. The unfinished cement wall was cold and rough on her legs and exposed ass, but all she could focus on was his finger gliding up and down her slit.
"Shirt too." He grinned at her and her fingers couldn't move fast enough to undo the buttons. She looked into his eyes with each button and he started to pay a little more attention to her clit. He pinched it lightly between his fingers and pulled at it slightly, toying with it. Her legs felt weak and unsteady.
When the buttons were free, she pulled her arm through each sleeve. He let her off the wall long enough to undo her bra but as soon as it fell to the floor he pressed her back against it gently.
