My sexy carpenter.
My husband had always wanted to have his own Den/office, and the only place it could be located was above the garage, we didn't have space anywhere else, it would involve a lot of expensive work, but we were okay financially now. So ahead it went.
The builders came and did all the brickwork, and the roofing team did the roof, it got tiled and now we had the shell, so Dan, my husband could decide what he wanted, and where,
He drew up his own plans, and a friend of his mentioned a really good carpenter that could make and fit cupboards, units, the ceiling, flooring, doors, in short, he was qualified to do everything that was wanted.
So Dan called him, he came round to discuss the work, but I was out shopping, he went away and came back a week later with a price, more discussion ensued, the price was agreed, and work would start in 2 to 3 weeks time.
The work would take about 3 to 4 weeks to complete.
My husband is a very high ranking loss adjuster in insurance for his company, he is well paid, and travels away now and again, we never had children because I couldn't carry one to term sadly, but we got over that, and now lead a very comfortable life.
By the way I am Jennifer Mathews, 5ft 5" tall, quite good looking, and because we are well off, my clothes are mainly all designer ones, so when I dress, I know I look good!
I drive a black cabriolet BMW soft top, brand new.
My skin is smooth, lightly tanned, long dirty blonde hair tapering to the middle of my shoulder blades, it is glossy, heavy, and well cared for, and I love it.
I am 27 years old, with emerald green eyes.
I must confess here, that twice I have been unfaithful to my husband, both times when he was out of town on business, but it was only sexual relief, and nothing else, both with different men, that I never saw, or wanted to see again.
So, this Monday morning saw the arrival of Emile, as he was introduced to me by my husband, I hadn't seen him up until now, he was a very swarthy Mexican type of man, maybe even Cuban or some where that way, I wasn't sure.
About 35 years old, I would guess, very good looking in a rugged way, I immediately saw danger in his eyes when he looked into mine, black curly/wavy hair, dark brown eyes, 5ft 10" ish, with brown, bronzy type of skin, powerfully built, and seemed very lithe and light on his feet.
H came in a big van, loaded with materials, and spent most of the first day or so just setting up.
What I did notice was, he wore very short cut off denim shorts, and they were cut high too!
One of those leather belts, for carrying hammers, and screwdrivers which had the effect, on me at least, of making him look really manly, which I am sure he is
A tight, denim shirt that showed his powerful shoulders, chest and upper arms, bulging biceps, that gave him the appearance of a very athletic, agile and powerful guy.
He was also very hairy, you could see them all over, up his legs, along his arms, and coming over the studs on his denim shirt, that finished gathered at his throat.
The following morning at about 10:00 I took him refreshments etc, as I did in the afternoon, but at lunch time I had invited him into my kitchen so he could eat in comfort.
We chatted, and he told me of some of the contracts he had done in the last couple of years, and somehow, I could detect, that he had done more than just contracts at some of the houses he had worked in.
He was funny and humorous, and had me giggling at all sorts of things that had happened; I liked him immensely very quickly, we got on very well, and I felt a sort of affinity towards him.
He is also a very sexy man, and that danger I could feel was always there, especially if he passed close to me, one day in the kitchen he brushed my arm, I'm sure deliberately, it was like an electric shock to me!
It was now Thursday, I was wearing nothing really special, a white loose fitting one piece cotton dress that buttoned all the way down, fitted at the waist, it finished well above my knees, a bit like a shawl really, my hair was loose too, and flowing about me as I turned, high heels, I always wore those.
I had imagined what he would be like sexually, what his preferences were, that kind of thing, today, I took out his tray, he was stood on one of those stools that carpenters use, but I could only see the lower half of his body, he was obviously reaching up to something as he was standing on his toes.
As I got closer, it gave me an opportunity to have a good look at the lower half of his body, and in particular his strong legs.
