Part 2: The Contractor
Martin persuaded me to turn our home gym into an entertainment area and use the estate gym. He moved the gym equipment to the garage until we could afford to build a new exercise room.
A bar and a Jacuzzi were planned to be installed. We also intended to build a pool and expand the patio space to cover the pool halfway. He requested quotations from several contractors.
We narrowed it down to three contractors. They would come over to do a survey and learn more about what was needed.
While Martin was at work, I had to show the contractors what was needed. This meant that I couldn't go to the gym for at least three days. There was still yoga, but I had to practice it in our bedroom, with the curtains open, of course.
The first contractor did not appeal to me. He was a little impatient and unpleasant. He also raced through the entire procedure. I couldn't imagine myself getting along with him.
When the second contractor arrived, I was in the middle of my yoga routine. I dashed downstairs in my revealing workout attire, exhibiting a healthy camel toe. When I opened the front door, I was surprised. There was this 6 ft. 6 hunk of a man. Dark brown hair, well-groomed, and blue eyes that peered into your soul. I just stood there, trying to think of anything to say. After a few seconds of looking me up and down, he introduced himself as Geoffrey. I just extended my hand to meet him. He shook my hand with his large hand. It felt like a bolt of lightning struck my body and landed in my pussy.
I regained my self-control and let him in. I showed him around the entertainment room. He wanted to take precise measurements and told me it would take some time. I needed to get away from him, so I left.
I dashed to my bedroom and examined myself in the mirror. My hair was in a mess. My nipples were standing on attention and there were dark moist area between my legs. I grabbed the hairdryer to dry the dampness. I worked for a while, but my pussy had a mind of its own, and the patch was still there after a minute. I then changed into one of my old T-shirts. At the very least, it will conceal the wet spot between my legs.
I went into the kitchen and took a swing at the wine bottle. I needed to calm down. So I walked to the entertainment room to see what Geoffrey was up to. I asked if he would like something to drink. He only wanted a glass of water. I went into the living room and turned on the television. I'm not even sure what station it was on. I couldn't get this hunk of a man out of my head. I also entirely forgot about his water.
Later he announced that he was finished with the survey and would want to ask me some questions, like the color of the paint and the type of tiles we would like. I was too focused on his eyes to remember all of it. He took my email address to send me the quotation. He stood up to depart, and when he shook my hand, I felt a bolt run through my body again.
My pussy had caught fire. I needed a break and got my vibrator. I worked it quickly in and out. My pussy made a slosh sound since it was so wet. Geoffrey's cock, I imagined, was in my pussy. I came hard and simply lay down on the couch, completely spent.
I needed something more, a cock to fuck me. I dragged Martin to our room where we fucked when he arrived home. That was my second orgasm that day.
I told Martin about Geoffrey and my feelings. We fucked again when it was Martin's time to be on fire. Later, he asked if I wanted Geoffrey to fuck me and that I had his complete permission. I told him Geoffrey made me hot and lusty, but I wouldn't let him fuck me! But I must admit that I dreamt about it.
Martin decided to hire Geoffrey as the project's contractor right away. I stopped him because I needed to see the quotation first. That wasn't the true reason. The true reason was that I needed to re-think the events of the day. He agreed.
Geoffrey's quote arrived the next day via email. This gentleman was a true professional. He appears to be an interior designer as well as a landscaper. He drew the entertainment room and swimming pool area in great detail. I was blown away. The price seemed a little excessive, but for what we got, it was a steal.
The email was then concluded with the following comment: "PS. You are very sexy and hot. I hope to see "more" of you." It got my juices flowing again.
More was the emphasis. I wondered whether he wanted me to dress more provocatively. I needed Martin's opinion. Martin agreed with me and challenged me to wear the white see-through dress he had purchased for me without an underskirt and make out with Geoffrey. I accepted the dare.
I went to the salon the morning before Geoffrey and his crew arrived to get my hair done, pussy shaved, and makeup done. Martin took the morning off to meet with Geoffrey. Geoffrey had already arrived when I reached home. Martin was surprised when he saw me. I prevented him from getting a frisky. I didn't want him to mess up my clothes and makeup because that was all part of the dare. I told him he could have me later when Geoffrey and his crew left.
Martin excused himself, left for work and told me to keep an eye on Geoffrey and his crew. I realized it was to allow me some alone time with Geoffrey. I objected, but he told me that he would keep an eye on me. He inserted a small camera into the air vent. He installed cameras throughout the house. I was taken aback, but he assured me with the high crime rate it was for my safety. I know better, I learned from his fantasies that he like watching me, so I decided to give him something to watch and took off my bra and pantie.
Geoffrey's eyes widened as I entered the room. He grinned as he glanced me over. He seemed to appreciate the way I looked. I spotted a tent built in his shorts. I felt a heat on my cheeks. He approached me and welcomed me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and led me out of the room. He said that the dust and filth would destroy my lovely dress and that we couldn't communicate because of the noise. As we walked into the living area, his hand moved closer to my bum. He wanted it to look unintentional, but I know better. It made my pussy throbbed, as if it had its own heart.
I took a seat on the couch. Big mistake. He took the seat next to me. His hand was casually resting on my shoulder. We chatted for a while, his gaze fixed on me. We peered into each other's eyes when we ran out of things to say. My heart was beating wildly.
Should I get us some drinks?" I asked wanting to escape into the kitchen to compose myself. I got up and left without waiting for his answer.
I steadied myself on the kitchen sink, bent my head took deep breaths to get my erratic heartbeat under control. What the hell was wrong with me? What was it about Geoffrey that got under my skin?
I stood there for what felt like hours when in reality it was probably no more than a few minutes.
