He arrived an hour late, and alone. He was supposed to fix my deck, promising it would only take two hours. Now it would take four. If he wasn't such a hunk I would have screamed at him. He stood about six feet tall and had a very toned and tanned body, from what I could see.
Once he got started on the deck, I went upstairs to take a shower, leaving the doors open for the air to brush away the steam.
As I lathered myself, I fantasized about the Adonis banging on my deck, wishing he was banging me. I normally don't have these thoughts, I am happily married and our sex live is very fulfilling, but thoughts of being in this man's arms were overwhelming.
When I turned off the water, I peered out the window. He was still out there, sweating away. Now he wore a t-shirt and jeans. He looked up at the window a few times, standing tall, hopping to get a glimpse. I could clearly see the bulge in his pants.
I wanted to call him up here, for some reason; I knew he wanted it, like all men. But not yet. I wanted to tease him some.
It was a warm September day; the sun was heating everything up just right. Last week, my husband had closed the pool, but left the chaise lounges outside.
I slipped into the sexiest bikini I had, the one that was almost not there, and headed to the pool.
As I walked slowly past him, he glanced up, almost not being able to look away.
Without looking at him, I continued to the chaise lounge and began rubbing the lotion on my legs at first, slowly moving from my feet to my inner thighs, my fingers sliding in under the small string bottoms I was wearing.
Through my dark sunglasses, I could see him watching me as his hands went to his pants once to straighten something out. It was like he couldn't look away and I was loving it. I could even feel myself getting wet as I thought of that huge cock inside me.
I continued watching as he tried to get back to work, glancing at me a few times as I applied the lotion to my stomach and breast, which were still covered. Even my nipples were hard. I even licked my lips seductively once, but the man kept working.
He would still pause every once in a while to stare between the railing, and the hammering continued. Occasionally, I would hear a loud curse that echoed through the neighborhood, followed by more hammering.
It was hard to control myself as I lay there on my back, wishing he was on top of me. My hands inches from my wet pussy were being drawn to it.
Suddenly, from the deck, I heard another curse, then footsteps. I held my breath as my eyes remained closed, hoping he was coming to me. But instead, the back door opened and closed. This time, I cursed under my breath.
Ten minutes later, he still wasn't back, so I went to find him. The deck was scattered with his tools, along with a few drops of blood leading inside. "What the hell?" I muttered as I opened the back door.
I didn't have to travel far to find him, my hormones were still wanting him, but I was getting pissed off now. I didn't know if I wanted to fuck him or kill him.
Once in the house, he wasn't hard to find. He was sitting at the bar in front of the kitchen, drinking a wine cooler and nursing a finger with a small cut on it.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked as I snuck up on him.
He moved quickly, dropping the drink on the table as he stood up. "I'm sorry, I cut myself and I needed a drink."
