"So Susan what is it you really needed help with?" Jamal asked as he stepped into her house. Judging by what he'd chosen to wear to help her with some man work while her husband was away he already knew what she wanted. He just wanted to hear her say it. He was wearing a white tank top splotched with dirt and grease from the her car which he'd just changed out the spark plugs and wires on. His hands were similarly filthy. Around his waist a tool kit hung slanting heavily towards the side where a hammer was secured. Susan looked at the hammer and then the screwdriver and her started twirling her hair distractedly. The jeans were perfect, not tightly like a woman's but snug so she could see the outline of the famous Black Dragon of the Hills.
Right then the Dragon must have been resting because it was fully contained as subtly as a beast of it's famous size could be. As soon as it noticed the woman's interest though it would uncoil and either slip out through the top of those jeans or form an impressive tent as it tried to attack her. "I dunno. I'm sure there is something else you can fix. Close the door I'm sure that we can find something." Her outfit made it pretty obvious what the biggest problem in her life was. It was that she wasn't a loyal housewife. No woman who took her marriage vows with any seriousness could see a man dressed the way she was.
Susan's fiery red hair was pulled up into a quick and messy bun more to keep all but a few random strands of hair out of her face than for any pretense of fashion. She wasn't really dressed either, not unless a sheer golden robe that ended only halfway down her thighs qualified. It was tied shut across her waist but that let what passed for a neckline plunge low enough to give a hint at her naval. Susan should have been barefoot and glistening from a recent bathing if she was wearing that outfit but she wasn't glistening, she was perfumed and wearing a pair of open toed strapped heels. She was also wearing just a touch too much make up, something she'd learned Jamal liked over their past encounters.
"There's not a lot of things left. I already unclogged your drains and I've. . ." Jamal trailed off as his eyes followed Susan's robe on it's trip to the floor and then starting at her slender delicious ankles started to journey back up the woman. Sexy toned calves gave way to nearly perfect thighs marred only by a slight birthmark of discolored skin on her inner thigh. Between her thighs was immaculate, shaved to the last hair it was only over her delicious glistening slit that any hair remained. He didn't know, or really care how she'd managed but the tuft of hair between her slit an her naval was trimmed in the shape of heart. A single ring still hung from her pierced naval. Susan was actually in a bit better shape than he preferred his women, she didn't have a flat smooth stomach like his wife, instead she had the slightest hint of a six pack. You could only see the muscles when she was wet or flexing but they were definitely there just beneath her feminine softness. Her breasts like a lot of athletes were smallish but she made up for that with a slender waist and a stunning face.
Not many women can claim that their sexiest features are their face but Susan was one of those few. Her red hair always swept down over one eye, her remaining eye thick with green eye shadow to accentuate her already green eyes. She had a random smattering of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose and an amazing smile. Susan could have made a living as a make up model but had instead chosen the life of a simple house wife. If he hadn't had to get past her entire body to get to her face he probably would have started with her eyes and never made it past her lips.
Jamal surged forward like the tide paying no attention to himself any more and captured her pale face in his hands bringing her lips to his. Along with the jolt of electricity that passed when they kissed, the eternal flame that leapt from lips to tongue to lips to tongue and back again there was something else. There grease on his hands left two perfect handprints on either cheek and from there they became streaks running down her back and shoulders.
After a moment be broke the kiss and pushed his face into her hair inhaling the scent. She had been waiting for him, she only used the lavender shampoo when she was expecting him over, it was his favorite and it awoke a deep hunger in him or more accurately brought it to the next level. He was already famished from the sight of her beautiful flesh. She was already clawing at his flesh pulling his shirt up over his head forcing the kiss to break long enough for him to shed the clothing and then letting him go to work on her throat. Susan whimpered and moaned as his lips played along her neck like a harp coaxing musical moans from her lips while her hands worked on something lower.
Susan couldn't care less about him keeping the tool belt on, in fact the idea of him in boots and tool kit was part of what fueled the fire burning between her thighs. She did care about his pants and the damned boxers that were keeping the damsel in distress from devouring the Black Dragon. Susan smiled slightly at the thought, of a damsel devouring a dragon but that was exactly what she intended to happen.
She managed with relatively little difficulty to get the Dragon freed of his denim and cotton confines with little extra fuss. The Dragon was like nothing else in the world almost twelve inches of solid man meat waiting for the chance to destroy or deflower any woman foolish enough to take its challenge. Susan wasn't a fool though she was a size queen and she'd already faced such monsters before. The reason she was standing before this man was that he was the only monster currently living in the Hills according to her friends and he was supposed to be a monster without peer and the sight of him confirmed that.
