I dialed the cell phone number of the contractor that had recently remodeled my kitchen. He didn't answer his cell phone so I left a message asking him to drop by my house to pick-up his check around 4:30 that afternoon. Since it was Friday, I was sure he would stop by to collect his money before the weekend. My plan was finally in action.
It had been two weeks since he had completed the work and I felt guilty not getting his check to him sooner. As the owner of a successful insurance agency, money was no object but I had simply neglected to put the check in the mail. As a horny, single woman in her mid-thirties, I tried to come up with other projects to keep this cute contractor working on my house. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any other work to be done at this time so I knew it was time to pay up.
The three weeks it took him to complete the project were simply amazing. Each morning when I left for work, he was already there working in his tight jeans and white t-shirt. His muscles weren't bulging but they were tone and defined. His little buns were perfect in his tight jeans. His wavy brown hair was messy on purpose and his sparkling blue eyes made me melt.
No matter what my schedule was like at work those three weeks, I found myself leaving the office a little earlier than usual hoping to catch just a glimpse of my cute contractor before he left for the day. Most evenings when I came home he was just finishing up. Some nights I would offer him a beer as he was cleaning up which he always gladly accepted.
Each day at my office I daydreamed that he would go through my underwear drawer during the day while I was gone so I started putting my sexier thongs, g-strings and sheer bras at the top of the drawer along with a couple of my favorite vibrators. If he did go through my drawer he would surely notice my habit for wearing thongs and g-strings and my bras that held my 36dd breasts in place. But each night I checked the drawer and never found evidence that he had fondled my unmentionables during the day
I had not been able to concentrate on work since I had left the message for my contractor but 3:00 finally arrived and I informed my assistant that I was leaving for the day. I arrived at my house a few minutes later and poured myself a glass of wine to help me relax a bit. The sweet fruity wine aroused my taste buds as I undressed for my shower. I unbuttoned my blouse and skirt and let them fall to the floor. I stood in front of my mirror looking at myself in my bra and panties. I was 36 and I thought I looked amazing. I worked out 5 days a week to keep tone and firm in all the right places. I unhooked my bra freeing my breasts from the their confines and slid my panties off. Now I knew I looked amazing. My skin was soft and milky. My breasts were big but were still as firm and round as they were in college. My long tone legs led directly to my firm ass that looked great in a thong. My nipples began to grow as my fingers traced an imaginary line from my pussy to my tits and drew soft circles around each nipple. I was getting more aroused by the second but I knew I had to get in the shower.
I could definitely feel the effects of the glass of wine as the hot steamy water streamed down my body. I was so relaxed as I washed and conditioned my hair. I lathered my body with vanilla scented shower gel and grabbed my razor to shave my legs. I ran the razor up and down each leg making them silky smooth. I was starting to feel very sexy but not sexy enough. I moved the razor to my pussy hair and began to shave my already trimmed triangle. I had never shaved my pussy before but this seemed like the perfect occasion. I never would have imagined how aroused I would become from shaving myself but I could feel my pussy getting wet from my own juices instead of from the shower water. After few minutes of careful trimming my pussy was bare. I ran my fingers against my freshly shaved skin and it felt amazing as I wished I had discovered this erotic pleasure a long time ago.
I looked down and noticed my little swollen rosebud protruding from my bare pussy. It was almost as if it had never seen light before since it had been covered with hair for years. I reached down with my finger to greet it and a shock wave pulsed through my body. I was short on time but my clit needed the attention. I stroked my little clit and unhooked the showerhead. I wanted to cum but it had to be quick. I lied down in the tub and stroked my clit to ecstasy while the showerhead provided me a little extra pleasure as if I needed it.
On a normal Friday afternoon after masturbating in the tub, I would have drawn a hot bath and soaked in peace. But not today. I jumped out of the tub and threw a towel on my head. I looked at the clock and realized I only had 30 minutes until my guest might arrive.
I threw on my tiniest g-string and matching bra and started doing my make-up. I put it on a little heavier than normal, maybe a little more slutty for lack of a better description, but I was on a mission tonight and everything needed to be perfect. I finished my hair and make-up and noticed I still had 10 minutes. I put on my tightest low-rise jeans and the sexiest shirt I owned. I pulled my g-string above my jeans so they were in clear view and unbuttoned my shirt to the point where my cleavage started. One more glance at the mirror and I knew I wouldn’t be resisted.
As I was pouring my second glass of wine, the doorbell rang. My contractor was right on time. I took a big sip of my wine and strolled to the door. As the door swung open, Mike's eyes lit up and his face started to blush. I acted like I didn't notice and invited him in. I led him to the kitchen and I could feel his eyes looking me up and down from my head to my g-string poking out of my jeans. There was really no need for him to look any lower.
My checkbook was lying on the new kitchen counter but I stopped at the fridge to offer Mike a beer, which he accepted as he always did. I moved to the countertop and told Mike what a beautiful job he did and he agreed that it really turned out nice. As I leaned down to write the check my big tits practically fell out of my top. In fact, if I wouldn’t have been wearing a bra I know they would have fallen out right there on the countertop. Mike's eyes were penetrating down my shirt soaking in my cleavage and hoping for a glimpse of a nipple or two.