Your Friendly Neighborhood Handyman
, which was the heading on the fliers I had placed under the wipers of probably 100 cars over the past few weeks. I had been a trained tradesman for my entire adult life, and thus well qualified. I wrote that I was 62 and transitioning into retirement, yet wanting to stay somewhat busy, giving me reason to shower, dress and get out of the house, while earning a few dollars to supplement my pension. I indicated on the flier that while I would do anything for anyone, my primary focus was on helping the handicapped, elderly, single moms, and widows, as they were generally the most in need...making this a "feel good job" that I would find personally rewarding.
I was quite pleasantly surprised that I received several calls for work within a week or so from posting my first flier, as I really wasn't sure what to expect. I was hopeful for a good response, since I really didn't want to stand on a concrete floor, dealing with customers at a Home Depot or Lowes, working nights, weekends and holidays.
My first job was a divorced mother of two. She had a small rancher that had fallen into disrepair. She wasn't able to keep up with it and couldn't afford the various contractors necessary to do the work. I replaced a leaking flush valve on her toilet, and replaced a dimmer switch for her dining room light.
When she asked what she owed me, I said $55. She looked stunned and said the contractor had told her it would be $150, which she couldn't afford. I told her the materials were about $25-$30 in total, and I made about $25 for my labor, it's not like I did it for free. She said "but you didn't rape me financially" like the other guy was trying to do.
She gladly gave me the cash, and I got a hug and a kiss as a tip. There's that feel good part of the job, I think I'm going to like this, I thought.
My second job was a widow. She was maybe 65-70 years old, and her daughter was there visiting (I think she was there as backup in case I was a robber or rapist). She introduced her daughter as Sara. Sara was married, looked to be about 40, and lived just a couple of miles away. She was also quite beautiful with a knockout body and very full, pouty lips.
Anyway, her Mother's rain gutters were clogged with leaves and twigs. I took care of the rain gutters within 35-40 minutes, and then went back inside. Sara asked how much they owed me. And I told her $20...and a hug and a kiss.
Now, Sara was very beautiful and had a very sexy body, and I was hoping the hug and kiss "tip" might become normal routine for my handyman payments. Sara handed me $20, then wrapped her hands around my neck and kissed me. It was a soft, supple kiss, no tongue, but lingering sensuously...and it made me semi-hard. It was then that I realized just how sexy and sensual Sara was. Before I left I made sure to get a hug and kiss from Sara's mom too. God, if I was 20 years younger I'd be all over Sara, I thought to myself.
I got a call the next day, it was from Sara. She asked if I only did work for the elderly and widowed, or would I consider doing work for her as well. She said her husband was gone 3 weeks every month for work, and she felt like a widow...if that made any difference.
I laughed and told her I'd be happy to do some work for her. I asked what the problem was, and she told me there's a leak under the sink in the kitchen. Now I knew I'd have to bring my plumbing tool bag loaded with, hopefully, everything I'd need to make the repairs.
I told her I already had a job at noon tomorrow, would 8 or 9 am be OK? She said fine, she'd see me in the morning.
I arrived about 8:15 and rang the bell. Sara answered the door still dressed in her nighty. I said "oh, sorry, am I too early?"
She told me "don't be silly, come on in." She showed me to the kitchen and opened the cabinets under the sink. "See how wet it is down there?" I grinned at the double entendre and thought, I could say something that would get my face slapped.
I sat down with my back to the cabinet as Sara was still standing right in front of me. I had been able to steal glimpses of her breasts and nipples through her sheer nighty, and now I was face to face with her crotch, covered only by a small pair of black panties. Trying to be the gentleman I asked "are you sure you don't want to change? I can see your black panties through your nighty."
Her reply stunned me. She said "oh you sweet man, I'm not wearing panties." I gasped, my mouth dropped open, and I stared at her bush barely hidden by that sheer nighty. She giggled and asked if I WANTED her to change?
I nervously laughed and said "yeah, you could lose the nighty lol." I lay on my back and slid under the sink to have a look. I asked her to turn on the faucet. She straddled my body and turned the water on. I peeked and could see her labia and ass cheeks, and was getting uncomfortably hard. I was finding it hard to concentrate.
I could feel the drip but couldn't locate the source, so I asked Sara if she could come down and shine the flashlight up under the sink for me. She proceeded to squat and rest her ass right on my crotch. I looked down and could see her pussy and that triangle of pubic hair I had thought was black panties just a moment ago. Her bush was trimmed, but not the traditional landing strip. It was a big triangle with the bottom point ending just above her clit.
My head was spinning. My cock was so hard that it actually hurt, penned up under my pants as it was. I said "Sara, I'm sorry but I need relief or I'm going to burst."
