The day I moved to the Villas, had been such a hectic day. The movers weren't on time and the truck I was provided broke down. My intention was to hire these big strong men and have them do all the work, but that's not what took place. I had three movers, two of them old and one able bodied man who reeked of alcohol. A job that should have took three hours ended up being six. This was going to be my first apartment and I didn't want any mix ups.
The Villas were townhouses in a gated community of ten. The posh neighborhood around us was a happening place to be in Virginia Beach. I had the newest and last unit in the complex. As I pulled up to my new place I was greeted by Mr. Adams, the maintenance man. He led me through the new home and pointed out the new amenities. He seemed to know about everything in the home and outside the home. Mr. Adams knew everyone's business. As we talked, about who was clean and dirty, whose husband is cheating with whom in the complex, I noticed his hands; he was wearing a wedding ring. I quickly excuse myself from Mr. Adams because the movers had arrived.
"Those are the guys that are supposed to help you?" He asked as they got off the truck. I hated to admit it but I confessed. He laughed as he joked how old they looked. I laughed as I said that one of movers is fifty years old. Mr. Adams didn't laugh, "I'm fifty." I was quiet embarrassed and tried to apologize but I had to admit he looked good for his age and his body was tight. His work suit hung on him perfectly, complimenting him.
"Look baby girl, I'm a help you out. I ain't doing anything right now," He insisted. I told him I would be grateful for his help but I couldn't pay him right now. He looked at me and told me I didn't need any money, he could think of other ways for me to repay him as he headed toward the truck.
As the men unloaded, I watched Mr. Adams direct the help, he took over the show. I like a man who is direct and knows how to get things done. Our eyes met every time he brought an item in the house. He flirted with me, playfully winking at me, sticking out his tongue or licking his lips. I could not believe I was flirting back. He was old enough to be my father but he was sexy in his own way. After the job was done and I paid the movers, it was time to relax. I would do the unpacking tomorrow.
Mr. Adams had left and vowed he would be back. I believed I made his day, a young woman flirting with him. I decided to try out my new Jacuzzi tub, I was exhausted. I ran myself a bubble bath with the works; candles and a CD. I admired my body as sat in my 72 x 72 Jacuzzi for two. The bubbles lather my body as I lay still. My body was tense and in need of some healing. Only one thing could remedy this feeling; I pulled my pussy teaser out of its bag and turn the dial on. I needed to cum.
I opened my legs and swirled my vibrator around my pussy. The warm water intensified the feeling. I felt like a kitten that needed to be licked. I caressed my skin; I put my teaser on my nipples as they expanded with each stroke. I felt my legs stiffening with each pulsating jerk of my pussy, but I didn't want to come yet. I imagined Mr. Adams here with me, finger fucking me. I fantasized that with each stroke, he made my body boil over as we pleasured each other. I was hot with fever. I couldn't believe the feeling; I was high from squeezing my hips together. Oh mama, I was going to blow. I lay motionless as I was released.
