As we lay snuggling in bed on a rainy Saturday morning, you tell me about a guy you met at a downtown store earlier in the week. Your eyes twinkle as you describe his earthy good looks, and his strong looking hands. It is clear that he turns you on, and you suggest that he would likely be fun in bed.
"I only talked to him for a few minutes," you tell me, "But the way he kept staring at my breasts made me so wet."
I ask some questions about him, and you tell me that he owns his own business making custom furniture.
"Why don't you call him, and tell him that you are looking to have a headboard made for our bed?" I suggest. I wink at you, and you know exactly where I am heading.
We snuggle some more and we plan to have you invite him to take a look at our bed and take some measurements, and in the process, you can seduce him into fucking you. I agree to quietly hang out in the basement while he is here where I will be able to listen in to every creak of the bed, and your every grunt and moan.
Before getting out of bed and getting on with our Saturday we make love as we think about putting our plan into action.
Two days later right on schedule our doorbell rings. I am already in the basement relaxing with a drink, and ready to hear you moan in excitement as you explore a new lover.
"How are you?" His deep voice asks as you let him in the door.
"Great now that you're here," you say with a twinkle in your eye, "The bedroom is this way."
I hear the two of you walk down up the stairs toward the bedroom. Once there he opens his notepad, and his measuring tape, and he begins recording measurements. You explain that we would like to have a sturdy headboard made from a strong wood with some steel accents.
"The steel is for those?" he asks as he nods his head in the directions of the handcuffs on our shelf.
You blush appropriately, and answer "Yes".
You move toward where he is standing, and he draws a quick concept for the headboard in his notebook. You stand very close to him looking over his shoulder at the drawing. Your breast is pressed against his shoulder, and he can feel your soft breath on his neck. You reach across his torso to point at the drawing and explain your thoughts on the design. As you continue to discuss it with him, you feel yourself becoming very wet.
He senses that you are intentionally standing close to him, and to test you, he reaches to turn to a new page, and as he does, his hand brushes across your breast. Noticing that you don't react, he looks into your eyes to look for a signal.
You ask him to put the notebook down on the bed, and he does as you ask.
"You have very strong hands," you whisper as you reach for his right hand. Running your soft fingers over his muscular hand, you slowly move it to your breast where you pause and hold your hand over his. "I like that," you tell him.
He smiles, and shifts nervously on his feet.
"Do you like that?" You ask.
