Will work for food. The sign read. The tanned muscled body holding the sign gleamed in the hot summer sun.
She did have those steps that needed repair. Jana hit her brakes. The red convertible mustang skidded to a stop at the side of the road sending gravel flying. Glancing over her shoulder, her sunglasses slid down her nose.
The hottie started towards her car in a slow easy gait that spoke of confidence.
Stopping next to her car their eyes met. "What kind of work do you do?"
He had lots of sandy colored hair, a full sensual bottom lip and bedroom eyes. "I'm good at just about anything." He replied confidently with just a touch of a southern twang.
I just bet you are! Jana swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. She shifted in her seat, squaring her shoulders and thrusting her breast out.
The sun defined muscles that should have been illegal. "I have these steps."
"Hammerin's one of my specialties."
A manicured finger pressed down on the electronic lock button.
Throwing his duffle into the back, he slid into the seat next to her. His presence filled the small car. "How old are you?" She asked as she put the car into gear.
"Twenty four. How old are you?"
She bit her lip. Next week was the big thirty-five. "Thirty one."
"Ya look good."
I should since I haven't let my breath out since I saw you. "Thanks."
He had taken his shirt off and his golden skin gleamed with youth and vitality. His jeans rode low on his hips, not the way kids wore them these days but enough that the white band of his briefs contrasted with tanned flesh. The screen door creaked as she opened it. "I brought you a beer."
He raised a hand shading his eyes then reached for the cold long necked bottle. Jana perched on the top step her shorts revealing long sun-bronzed legs. She tipped her own glass of gin and tonic and the ice clinked. She licked her lips. "I didn't ask your name."
"John. Yours?" He asked before lifting the bottle to his mouth. He guzzled the beer and his adams apple worked up and down his throat in a sexy display.
"Jana." She croaked her throat suddenly dry. Taking another sip of her drink, she suckled a piece of ice into her mouth.
"I guess you're hungry."
His heated gaze ran the length of her body and her panties dampened. "I could eat."
She let her thighs part as she slowly swung her legs around to stand up. "Well come inside and eat. Drinking that beer in the sun might make you light headed. I wouldn't want you to think I was trying to take advantage of you."
"Never crossed my mind." He planted a booted foot on the new first step. It didn't sag or creak anymore.
Jana watched as he put the last piece of steak into his mouth. He savored his food, taking a long time to chew and swallow each piece. She'd never noticed how erotic eating could be or maybe he made it erotic with his slow bites and groans of satisfaction.
Sitting his glass down on the table, he leaned back in the chair. He had donned his shirt, as he patted his stomach, drawing her eyes to his washboard abs. "I think that meal was worth more than the work I did. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Oh, boy could you. "I'm not sure what do you have in mind?"
"You seem a little tense. I give great massages."
Jana laid naked, face down on her bed with a pristine white towel across her buttocks as her only covering. Her mouth was dry and her hands began to sweat. He hadn't touched her yet and she was already a wreck.
The bed dipped as John knelt next to her feet, and she flinched nervously. Lifting one foot, he began at her toes massaging each digit, by the time he reached the sole of her foot her pussy was pulsing. She was sure there'd be a wet spot on the bed.
This was obviously not his first time. In fact, he should be a professional. His hands were work hardened and calloused. Rough hands with a gentle touch. He applied just the right pressure as his hands skimmed her thighs. Dexterous thumbs ran under the towel and the blunt tips traced the curve of her ass.
A guttural groan escaped from the depths of her being when his hands left her body.
Shifting position, he began to work on her lower back. His thumbs rode over each vertebra as his fingers skimmed her rib cage. "That feels so good." She squirmed under his touch and the cotton sheet chafed her swollen nipples.
"Do you have any oil?"
"Yes, uh in the bathroom." She started to roll to one side as she pointed and she knew his eyes didn't miss the curve of her breast.
He returned momentarily this time he knelt with one thigh between her legs his knee almost touching her weeping pussy. It was skin against skin, she noticed the absence of his jeans but she didn't comment. She wondered if he still wore his briefs but she didn't have the nerve to turn and look.
Rubbing his hands together, he warmed the oil before applying it to her back. He started at her bottom and worked his way up. She realized her towel was no longer in place and she wondered when he removed it.
This time his touch was not one of a masseuse but of a lover as his fingers trailed along the sensitive sides of her breasts. He shifted her arms to lie straight out from her body and when he rubbed the oil down their length, he lowered his body over hers and she had her answer. No briefs.
A fully aroused cock lay nestled against the crack of her ass and then some. She wiggled back against him begging him to thrust inside her and end her torment. She couldn't remember ever being this hot, wet and needy.
Sharp teeth nibbled her ear. "You okay with this?"
She bit her lip and nodded her head. She didn't trust herself to speak.
He rolled off the bed and for a second she thought he misunderstood her nod. Then she realized he was digging in the pocket of his discarded jeans for a condom. Thank god, one of them was not beyond rational thought.
He stood to the side of the bed and she had her first look at his cock. It was a thick, wide rod jutting up from a nest of sandy curls. She licked her lips anxiously awaiting the deep penetration, she knew was coming.
As he began to sheath himself in the condom, he threw two more packets onto the bed right in front of her face. There was something to be said for the stamina of a twenty four year old.
The blunt latex covered tip of his cock rubbed against her clit in a teasing caress. Jana bucked trying to lodge his pole where she wanted it.
John withdrew, allowing just his tip to graze her pussy, trailing her juice back towards her ass.
Jana growled impatiently. "Quit teasing."
"Tell me what you want."
"You know what I want."
"Tell me. Say, John fuck me hard."
"Fuck me hard and deep. Let me see what a twenty-four year old stud can do."
