Warning: This story contains male to male contact situations. If that offends you, move on.
I was 32, and in in good, athletic shape. A girl once told me I look like the lead singer from Bad Company in his 30's, and I see the resemblance.
I moved from Arizona to the Seattle area to start my new career at a major bank as an IT tech. My brother worked in IT at the bank already, and they all liked him, so when I interviewed they decided they liked me too.
It had been almost 2 years since my divorce back in Arizona. I lived with my brother for a year, then bought my own place near his neighborhood. It was kind of lonely without him and his 4 kids bustling around, so I decided to get a puppy. I'd always had dogs, but our last dog went with the ex.
I took my puppy around to the banking centers I serviced, and the women working there would always immediately stop whatever they were doing and come over to me so they could fawn over the furball, a feisty, little female Shihtzu/Yorkie mix, named Kaya.
The major bank has not just retail centers for every day customers, but they have investment offices too. While servicing a woman named Brigitte's computer at the investment office, she too was fawning over Kaya. She had pictures of 2 Shihtzus on her desk, so we we were going on and on about our dogs. Brigitte looked 30 something, and looked like Drew Barrymore from Charlie's Angels. Not smoking hot curves, but sufficiently hot curves to stop and wonder.
I'd see Brigitte a few more times over that first year fixing things at her site, and always stopped to chat with her and talk about our dogs.
One day, after i was finished, she asked if I do side work (her computer was acting up at home). I said we're not supposed to, but she seemed cool, so I gave her my card.
She called me about 2 weeks later and I got her address. It was across from Seattle on the peninsula in Bremerton where she lived with her husband. I thought "cool!" Kaya can get some doggie play time in while I work.
The place was really nice. Set back in woods enough for privacy in the front yard, but the back yard was at edge of Puget Sound with huge party deck, BBQ, benches, tables, chairs, pergola and a spectacular open view of the the sound, trees, and other beautiful homes that freckled the edge of the water like theirs did.
Her dogs were there. They greeted Kaya with the expected butt smelling, tail wagging cautiously at first, and proceeded to run around enjoying themselves.
Brigitte was wearing cut-off, blue-jean shorts that were frayed, and a loose fitting, white cut off top that said PINK on it. I could see her cute little belly button on her nearly flat tummy. I'd only ever seen her in business attire so she looked damn good!
After admiring the view on the deck with her for a few moments, she took me upstairs to where the computer was at a desk in their bedroom. She described what it been doing and said she thinks it has a virus?? I asked if I could use the restroom before I got started and she smiled and said "of course, it's right over here" leading the way. She excused herself saying she had something to take care of downstairs.
While going pee, I noticed a skin mag lying partially open to some chic getting serviced by two guys, in the wicker basket beside the toilet. I guess she had no qualms about her husband having skin mags out in the open.
I finished peeing and began scanning for viruses on the computer using my tool I brought along. It was finding and removing them, and had an estimated 45 minutes to go. While waiting, I went downstairs and Brigitte was just getting off the phone. I updated her, and asked if she'd mind showing me around.
The place was open concept with several big rooms. The downstairs bath was huge! And had two of those high end shower nozzles that spray your whole body. After exclaiming how big it was she laughed excitedly, and confided in more of a hushed voice that it fits twelve people!
I thought to myself, golly... twelve?? And then without thinking I exclaimed quietly "or-geee!" I think Brigitte heard me, but she didn't say anything. As we completed the tour, she told a story of how much it cost recently to fix a plumbing issue that came up for the shower, and how nice it must be to be able to fix things like me.
I suddenly thought to myself... she's been totally comfortable with me in her bedroom, the skin mag, the huge shower... "twelve people"comment... no response to the "or-geee" comment, and now a comment about how much it sucks to have pay for services.
"Is Brigitte hinting at other forms of payment??"
I had a sudden flash of Drew Barrymore bouncing up and down on my cock with all the accompanying porn sound effects.
I got my nerve up, gulped inside, and said, "Well there's other forms of payment too, like trading for services."
Brigitte wasn't facing me at first, but then she spun around with a laugh and and said
"Oh right!!"
And then with her eyes up and off to the side like she's thinking deeply, and a smile, and in a mock, bubble-headed bleach blond voice,
"Oh thanks mister repairman! I'm afraid I'm all out of cash, but my you're so fine...! Here let me suck your cock instead???"
Even though her shirt was loose, I could see the points of her nipples poking out revealing she wasn't wearing a bra.
I burst out a laugh at her performance but was shocked with intrigue at the same time. I paused considering while staring at her for a moment and said
"Well. Would that be so bad?"
She paused, studying me, then began towards me slowly saying in her normal voice, while looking into my brown eyes
"Hmm... maybe not THAT bad."
I began towards her too, wrapping my arms around her, and kissing her deeply.
I broke off after a few, looking into her beautiful blue eyes and said
"What about your husband?" (I didn't even know his name or what he looked like. )
"Oh Brian?" She said. "He won't mind..."
