The Repairman Chapter 2

The Repairman Comes Back

This is chapter 2 of "The Repairman Changed Everything."

It had been several months since Jeanie Jones had discovered her love of showing off her body. She and her husband, Ron had had several adventures in which they went out in public and she "accidentally" (or sometimes blatantly) showed her naked body to strangers. It always resulted in both of them getting so hot that the sex that followed was mind-blowing.

Jeanie thought of this as she went to answer the door. Her exhibitionism had started when she innocently and unintentionally flashed the dishwasher repairman one morning, after he arrived as she was getting out of the shower. Now she opened the door and saw the same repairman, tool belt in hand, big smile on his face.

As the repairman, who had "Jim" over his shirt pocket, walked by her into the house, she had the distinct feeling he was checking her out. Her cheeks colored as she remembered him looking at her with her robe mostly open, bare breasts and vulva on display. Clearly, he was reliving the memory. From the disappointment on his face, he had been hoping for an encore. But that had legitimately been an accident. And today she was not fresh out of the shower.

Jeanie had gotten home from work at noon, since the repair company had given her a four hour window in which they would have someone there, starting at 1:00pm. It was now 2:00. She was glad that she had taken the whole afternoon off. She could use the break. And she was glad that her mom was picking the kids up from school for a sleepover at the grandparents' house.

When she got in from work, she had changed out of her office clothes and into a "house dress" that was her absolute favorite. It was a t-shirt dress, made of soft, stretchy cotton-like material. It was the most comfortable thing she owned. She had started to take her bra off, but had thought better of it, since a repairman was coming over and the material of the dress tended to cling to her body. Her nipples were always clearly outlined in this dress when she was braless. And the hem was short enough that she had to be careful about bending at the waist, as well as how she sat when she wore it.

Now though, she saw how disappointed "Jim" was at her attire and she had a devilish thought. Why not give him an intentional show, a "real show," as it were. She didn't think her husband would mind, since he loved that she had become an exhibitionist. And, she thought, I can't wait for him. Jim will be long gone before he comes home at 7:00.

Jim's voice cut through her thoughts.

"Mrs. Jones. Did you hear me? I was asking what it was doing now."

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I was off in another world. And it's not what it's doing. It's what it's not -- it's not drying the dishes."

"Okay," said Jim. "I'll take a look."

"Yes," Jeanie thought, "you most certainly will!" With that, she walked out of the kitchen, saying over her shoulder, "I'll be right back."

When she got to her bedroom, she did the women's "magic trick," that always amazed men. After she extracted her bra from the armhole of her dress, she tossed it in the hamper and reached under the short hem, pulling her panties down her legs and throwing them into the hamper too. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. Her face was the shade of pink that came with planning an exhibition. Her nipples were already straining at the material of the dress. She tweaked them both, making them stand out even farther. Then she lifted the hem of her dress and looked at her vulva. Even with the well-trimmed bush that she was keeping these days, she could see that her labia were starting to swell. And there was a tell-tale "snail trail," of feminine excretions beginning to make their way down one thigh. She ran her index finger from the bottom to the top of her slit. Her legs shook as she touched her clit. She was already unbelievably wet.

Jeanie winked at herself and thought, "Yes. I'm ready for the show."

When she came back into the kitchen, Jim was lying on his side, looking under the dishwasher with a flashlight. He seemed intent on his work as she walked toward him. She put herself next to him as she did an exaggerated reach for a glass, in the upper cabinet, next to the sink. She made the sounds that say, "I'm trying as hard as I can to do this, but I just can't get it done." The sounds she made had the desired effect.

Jim turned his head and saw Jeanie's butt cheeks, peeking out from under her dress. That got 100% of his attention. What shot through his mind was, "

Is she 'commando' or is she wearing a thong?

" He moved slightly, just enough to glimpse the patch of hair on her vulva. Jim let out an almost imperceptible whistle. She was still 'struggling' to reach what she wanted. Jim took the opportunity to point his flashlight up her dress and get a good look. It was then that he saw the trail of moisture running down her thigh. Instantly, his cock was straining at the front of his pants.

Jeanie looked down and saw that her dress was glowing from the light beneath it. She smiled to herself and grabbed the glass she had been reaching for. She made a production of the fact that she had gotten the glass, so that she could give him time to go back to looking under the dishwasher. Then she moved toward the sink.

"I'm sorry, Mr.... er, Jim," she said. "I just need to get to the water."

She stepped over and straddled his body as she turned on the tap and let the water run. Jim looked up. Now he had a perfect view of her pussy. The outer lips were wide open. Her pussy was swollen and dripping. As he lay there, several drops of the juice from her gorgeous opening dripped on his shirt. He risked it and moved around so that the next drops landed squarely in his mouth. He was instantly transfixed. He felt as if he could lie right there and drink from her for the rest of his life. The taste was like musky nectar, and it was intoxicating. Several more drops landed on his tongue before she finally started to move from the sink.

He quickly moved around so that he was again looking under the appliance before she moved away and said, "What have you found?"

"I think I see the problem," he said. "I'll need to turn off the breaker so I can remove the heating element and check it, to make sure."

"I'll show you where the breaker panel is," she said.

She knew that he was aware of where the breaker box was, but Jeanie led him toward the laundry room. When they got there, she let him go in. Then she said, in an exaggerated tone, "Shit. I'm so sorry. This room is such a mess." She bent forward, picking up clothing from the floor. As she did, she surreptitiously pulled at the front of her dress, exposing one breast.

Jim looked at her as she spoke. "

Oh my god

," he thought. "

I had forgotten how nice her tits are.

" Then he thought, "

She has to know what she is showing me. She has to be doing this on purpose

." And yet, he still wasn't really sure. She put her breast back in as she straightened up and he looked at the breaker panel. When he flipped off the breaker he needed, he turned back and saw her, now leaning over and reaching into the clothes dryer. Her near-perfect ass was in full view. And as she moved around, reaching for the clothes in the dryer, he again saw her pussy in its full glory and his cock twitched, angrily trying to escape its confines.

"I've got it, Mrs. Jones. I'll go back to the dishwasher now." He struggled get past her and walk straight because his steel-hard cock was making it difficult.

When he had left the laundry room, Jeanie smiled broadly. She straightened her dress and pulled the hem up. She felt like, if she didn't rub one out soon, she would literally explode. She slid her finger up and down her slit, gently dipping into her white-hot opening. Then she brought the finger out and up, running a circle around her swollen clit. She put one foot up on the edge of a laundry basket and spread her legs wider. She put two fingers into her steaming pussy and used her other hand to rub her clit. In under thirty seconds, she had a shaking, shuddering orgasm. She struggled mightily to keep from screaming out. It was a powerful orgasm, but when it was over, she was still incredibly aroused. She licked her fingers clean, wiped her wet thighs with a towel, straightened her dress, and headed back to the kitchen, with a new plan in mind.

Jeanie walked over to where Jim was working. He had both hands under the dishwasher but his head was turned away.

"How can you see what you're doing?" She asked.

He looked at her, as she squatted down next to him. He couldn't help but look up her skirt to see her pussy, wide open and calling to him. As close as she was now, he could smell her excitement and it was the most arousing thing he had ever smelled.

"I am doing this all by feel," he said. He leered at her as he added, "I can do many things by feel."

"But do you do them well, is the question," she said. "How well can you do things by feel?" She asked in her sweetest voice.

"I'm good when I'm familiar with what the project looks like," he said. "I have taken out hundreds of heating elements. But when I'm less familiar, I really like to look at the project." He made a point of looking right at her pussy.

Jeanie smiled at him and said, "Well, if you get to look at the work, I guess the question becomes, do you have the right tool for the job?"

"Yes, ma'am." He said. "I promise you, I always have the right tool for the job. Especially a job that looks as wonderful as this one." He licked his lips lasciviously.

"Show me." She sat down on the floor, pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist, and began slowly rubbing her pussy.

Jim rolled away from the dishwasher and unbuckled his belt. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She saw the outline of his cock in his briefs. He pushed his pants down below his hips and pulled his underwear down. His hard cock jumped out and slapped his belly.

Jeanie's eyes were glued to his cock. It wasn't anything extraordinary, when it came to size. It actually looked to be a bit smaller than her husband's. But it was absolutely rock hard. It pulsed with his heartbeat. It was truly a sight to behold.

"Yes," Jeanie said, breathlessly, "you do appear to have the tool for this job."

Jim gently stroked his cock as he continued to wriggle out of his pants. "Ah, yes," he said, "but I also have other tools that I am happy to use, when the project needs it." With that, he stuck out his tongue and touched it to the tip of his nose.

Jeanie let out a slight gasp. "You've got the job!" She said, almost panting. She stood and pulled her dress over her head. She threw it toward the kitchen table and stood up, naked in front of this stranger. Every fiber of her being wanted desperately to be fucked by this man.

Jim jumped up and quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. When he was naked, he moved toward her. "What would you like?" He panted.

Jeanie backed over to the table, never taking her eyes from his bouncing cock. She lifted herself onto her kitchen table and leaned back on her elbows. "First," she smiled at him, "I want to try that tongue. Then... I want the tool that you brought here, especially for me."

He moved over to the table and grabbed a chair. He sat down as if to eat a meal. He pulled himself close to the table and ran his hands over her beautiful thighs, pushing them even farther apart. He stared at her quivering pussy.

"Do you know that I tasted you while you were standing at the sink?"

She looked him in the eyes and said, "Oh! That's even better than I had hoped. I just wanted you to see it dripping. Now you can taste it from the source."

He leaned forward, put his hands on her vulva and parted her outer lips as far as possible. He inhaled deeply and said, "God you smell wonderful." Then he put his mouth to her opening and took a long lick from perineum to clit. She almost jumped off the table when the tip of his tongue contacted her clit.

"Oh..." she sighed. "That's good. Please do some more."

Jim went lower and made his tongue as hard as possible. Then he put it at the opening of her vagina and pushed it in. He began to tongue-fuck her, slowly. "Shit!" She gasped. "That's amazing. Please keep doing that! Go deeper if you can." Jim responded by pushing his nose hard against her clit. That made her yelp.

"Yes!" She almost screamed. "Yes."

Jim fucked her with his tongue and rubbed her clit with his nose. He moved like a master musician, using his favorite instrument as only a virtuoso could do. Within a minute, Jeanie's orgasm began. It came from very deep inside. Somewhere deep within her 'lizard brain' -- the most basic part of a human being. And when it really hit, it was like lightening. Everything around her stopped. There was only one thing in the whole world, her pussy. And the only thing happening in the entire world was this orgasm.

Jeanie's body became rigid. It was as if every muscle in her body locked up simultaneously. Then she started to shake. And she shook so hard that she forced Jim's mouth to lose contact with her pussy. He tried to catch up with her, but it was hopeless. So he just used his hand to continue rubbing her clit. She shook and groaned and moaned and twitched, until finally, after an eternity, her orgasm began to ebb.

"Oh... my... god!" she finally said. "I have NEVER had an orgasm like that! Your tongue is absolute magic."

Jim had pushed back from the table and stood up. He pulled her as close to the table's edge as possible. "Yeah," he laughed, "I've been told that before. Now I want to see what this glorious honey pot feels like, wrapped around my cock."

Jeanie again tried to open her legs even farther. There was nothing in the world that she wanted any more than feel his rock-hard dick inside her.

Jim lined his the head up with her vaginal opening, taking up some of what was flowing from her and spreading it around his head. He pushed forward and her legs were instantly around his back, her heels digging into him, pulling him as close as possible. When their pelvises collided, she had another, small but pleasant orgasm.

Jim grunted as he bottomed out inside her. He pulled back until just the head remained inside her and then pushed forward, loving the hot, slick, tight feel of her. He wanted this to last forever... the exquisite feeling of her enveloping his cock. But there was a part of him that was resolute in its desire that he fuck her hard and fast. He began to pull out as far as possible and then slam back into her, making her body jump as they collided.

"Yes! Oh god yes!" She panted. "That's it! Fuck me hard!"

Jim redoubled his efforts. He began to thrust as hard and fast as possible, almost like animals rutting. And every time he hit bottom, they both grunted. The squishing sound of a wet pussy, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and their combined grunts filled the kitchen.

He knew that his orgasm was approaching. Suddenly he thought about protection and managed to say, "I'm going to cum, where do you want it?"

"Don't you change a thing!" She said through clenched teeth. "Keep doing what you're doing!"

With that, the cum boiled up in his balls and came bursting out of him. "Oh shit! I'm cumming!" He rasped. His movements became frenetic as his orgasm hit. That triggered Jeanie.

"Fuck!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. Liquid came gushing out of her as Jim continue to fuck her hard. Her ejaculate was flying everywhere as she squirmed, and shook, and screamed.

And finally, it was over.

Jim collapsed back into the chair behind him, drained of every ounce of energy he had once had, along with what seemed like a quart of semen. His rapidly deflating cock lay between his legs, leaking onto his balls.

Jeanie felt as if she might have passed out briefly. Her head was still a bit woozy and her body felt like a rag doll. All of the nerves in her body seemed to firing at random, nothing felt coordinated. And she was deeply aware of her clit, still throbbing and calling her to pay attention.

When Jim caught his breath, he asked, "So, how would you rate my work now?"

Jeanie laughed out loud. "You will get a 10 on my Yelp review, I promise." Then she said, "You don't know this, but you are now the first man, other than my husband, that I've had sex with, in the fifteen years that he and I have been together. And I still don't know why I decided to do this."

Jim looked concerned, so she continued, "But I am certainly happy that I did. Those were some incredible orgasms. I have only squirted a couple of times. I have never had the dam burst and liquid just gush out of me like that. Along with the orgasmic feelings, that was amazing."

Jim smiled, his mind eased. "I'm glad I could be the guy you gave this gift," he said, earnestly. "Now, before I get dressed and go back to work, would you mind if I cleaned you up?"

Jeanie looked at him with one eyebrow raised quizzically. Jim pulled his chair back up to the table and began to gently lick all of their combined juices off of, and out of, her pussy. Jeanie relaxed and laid her head back, luxuriating in the feelings. As Jim was getting the last of his semen out of her, she had a quick, unexpected orgasm. It felt like the cherry on top of the wonderful sundae they had enjoyed together. She sighed deeply as she came.

When she got off the table on wobbly legs, she retrieved her dress from the floor and started to put it back on.

"No. Please." Jim said. "Just stay naked and let me look at you some more while I finish here." She looked hesitant. "Please," he pleaded.

She tossed her dress aside and went to the fridge to get some water. Jim was picking up his tools and cleaning up around the dishwasher, with one eye always on her. "You know that you are incredibly sexy, right?" He asked.

"No. In fact, until recently, I thought I was just another middle-aged mother whose prime was way back down the road. But now, I'm trying to see myself as you and some other men have said they see me."

"Trust me." He said honestly. "You are incredibly hot. I'd come back and do this several times a week, if you wanted."

"Thanks, Jim." She said. "That does a girl's ego good. But I'm afraid that this was a one-and-done sort of thing. I absolutely love my husband and I don't want to mess that up. And by the way, did you fix the dishwasher?"

"No," he said, as he put the front panel back on. "I'm afraid, like someone in this kitchen, your dishwasher is well and truly fucked." She laughed with him. "But," he continued, "I'm going to write it up as a manufacturer's defect. With any luck, I'll get you a new one, on the company's dime."

"That would be great. Would you come back to install the new one?"

"Yep. That's part of my job."

"I look forward to that. But next time, we just watch each other masturbate. Deal?"

Jim looked at her, absently running her fingers up and down her pussy as they talked. He again unzipped his pants and pulled out his reenergized cock. He stroked it several times and said, "I cannot wait to watch you get yourself off."

"Put it away and get out of here," she said laughingly. "If you hang around any longer, I'll do just that."

Jeanie ushered him out the door and set about mopping up all of her juices from the kitchen floor. It was a hard job because she wanted to use one hand on the mop and one on her pussy. But finally she finished and went into her bathroom to take a shower before her husband came home. She wasn't sure how much she was going to tell him, but definitely enough so that he would get horny and fuck her again... and again?