SIDE JOB
My excitement was bursting at the seems. For weeks I was waiting for the contractor to come and start the project on my entertainment room. I had been thinking about this project for months. I came across an ad at the grocery store and after talking with a few friends knew he came well recommended.
He was a mountain of a man! The ad showed a picture of a burley guy with a broad grin and a fluffy goatee. I had to admit I'd enjoy having him around, if not just to stare at.
'Hhhmmm, I knew most of my girlfriends, just wondered what they recommended?'
He gave a quote over the phone. He promised when the time came he would come and look over the house and confirm his agreement. On his first visit, I walked around the house going over ideas. I was listening to his professional opinion but couldn't help checking out his package.
It looked like his jeans held a large snake. 'The image of a one eyed cobra was enveloping my brain.' I was starting to blush, hoping he wasn't catching my signs.
I excused myself to the bathroom threw some water on my face, trying to regain composure. As I came out of the bathroom, I got a complete once over of his backside.
'Wow, he definitely worked out,' was all I could think in my head.
He turned around smiling, crap those intense eyes and shock of red in his beard had me thinking Red Beard the pirate!
'Talk about well over do!' The pencil thin lips of my ex boyfriend just couldn't compare to his nice full manly lips. Again I was standing before him getting wet with anticipation, for all I knew he could be taken or just not interested.
"Well this job will take about 3 weeks to complete," he stated.
I was a pervert to the infinite level; a 3 week booty call came to mind. We finally came to the attic and as I opened the crawl space I felt his body pressed up against mine trying to get a better look. I swear I felt his package pressed up against my ass and it was turning me on. I turned around, we locked eyes! I coyly apologized, slide past him and stood behind checking out the view. I closed my eyes for a brief minute moment, imagined his lips devouring mine and a slick tongue gliding past mine dancing inside my mouth. I heard a cough and opened my eyes to have him staring at me. I smiled!
"I am imagining the room completed," was all I could say.
"I hope I live up to your expectations," was all he said.
Christ beyond my expectations was more like it. As he walked past me I could smell his cologne; and swear it was old spice. I was a sucker for scents. Something about body chemistry and how it reacts with cologne on a man was either good or amazing. 'His scent was fucking amazing!'
I was following him back to the garage, all along imagining his ass resting in my hands. I asked if he could start within a week. I was more hoping for tomorrow but I would have a week to work him out of my system.
I stared at his name tag on his shirt. Michael! 'Michael the Archangel,' I wanted sex with a fallen angel! He shook my hand and the deal was set! As he walked away I mischievously smiled.
I knew that some masturbation was in order to release caged up hormones. I ran up to my room, stripped off my clothes and pulled out my vibrator. I closed my eyes and imagined the thick snake in his jeans. Over and over in my mind I repeated, fuck me Michael, and oh yes baby right there, right into my back walls! I imagined his lips pressed against mine, causing my head to swirl in crazy thoughts. God my imagination never seemed to lack. All I had to do was think about sex, and my juices started producing. Cream was pouring out of my walls and down my pearly white thighs. I was sticky wet and my pussy was quivering when the door bell rang.
"Of all the places and times, who was bugging me now?" I whispered to myself. Grabbing my robe and negligee I threw them on while running for the door.
There he stood, and I looked like a mess reeking of sex. "I forgot my calculator in the garage." was all he could say. I graciously led him back down the stairs and we found it. Turning around and without a second thought, I grabbed the back of his neck, kissing him for all it was worth. 'Fuck me now,' the words were dancing on the end of my tongue. I couldn't speak it but it was there, as I ran my tongue hard against the roof of his mouth.
He was compliant! Michael's hands roamed for the ties on my robe and unfastened them with such simplicity! 'He knew, dammit he knew that I wanted him!'
I blushed, and he smiled as he brushed strands of hair from my face. Caressing my cheek, he slowly placed his lips over mine and took every bit of me in. Our tongues danced with such cadence, we barely acknowledged the grinding that was ensuing.
Michael's tongue traced a wet trail from the hollow on my neck to my erect perky nipples. He placed his large hands around my soft breasts and his warm mouth came down over my areolas, back and forth flicking his tongue. My arms wrapped around him and he started to suckle one then the other making me constantly moan his name.
"Michael. You're a tease, please, just take me!" I cried.
The sensations were flying around in my head; I was swimming in an ocean of ecstasy. He was a Viking god wrapped in my arms, and I meant to go to Valhalla with him! I pulled him from the garage and tossed my robe on the basement floor. He took cues very well, laying me down gently, like so much fine bone china. He created a small trail of kisses down to my stomach and being as ticklish as I am, I couldn't stop giggling. He looked up at me; I couldn't resist kissing him again and took a few stolen ones to show my appreciation.
He went deep into my folds. I whimpered, "Please Michael, don't stop, yes right there!"
