This is the second in an ongoing series of short stories about handjobs, a very underrated sex act in my opinion.
All characters in this story are 18 or older and fictitious.
Kendra stared out the window for no particular reason for several minutes. She looked at her watch. She'd found a buyer on Facebook for her old couch and he was on his way to pick it up. He'd be here any minute. She'd passed on a couple offers before accepting his. One offer was for a higher price, but she wanted to feel safe when a stranger came to her home. She had a.357 magnum in a drawer nearby just in case. She doubted she'd need it. The buyer seemed safe. His name was Don Parsons and from his profile it he seemed to be a nice guy trying to get back on his feet after returning from war.
She'd received a handsome bonus that month from her firm, and treated herself to a new living room suite. She hoped Mr. Parsons liked the couch and took it away, making the delivery of the new stuff a cinch. She was nesting and she was ok with that.
An executive at an advertising firm, Kendra had very little time, let alone patience for dating. It had been a couple years since her very messy divorce. She'd vowed to take some time off from dating to work on herself. Two years later she still felt very good about that decision. Relationships were complicated and required too much of her mental and emotional bandwidth. That's not to say she hadn't had a sex life in the last two years, but by design they were one time hook ups here and there when she had an itch she couldn't scratch herself. She loved sex and didn't discriminate with whom she had it.
As she waited for Mr. Parsons, she mentally reviewed the night before. Last night she'd had a fun one nighter with Cheryl a 20 something freelance graphic artist her firm used from time to time. Cheryl had been a varsity cheerleader in college. She was very short with powerful thighs and a flat stomach. It had been Kendra's first time with a girl since college. She forgot how different sex was when it was with another girl, and how much she liked it.
Cheryl kissed, tenderly and responsive. When they kissed, it felt like they were kissing each other. The kiss was something they were doing WITH each other. It was not something being done TO her as it was when she kissed a man. Both were pleasurable but for different reasons. She enjoyed the overall softness of sharing her bed with Cheryl last night. She smiled contentedly. Everything was sensual, soft and unscripted. She loved the simple pleasure of having full body skin to skin contact with someone feminine. Someone who wasn't pressing an agenda that ended with her vagina being used as a fleshlight. Both women knew their way around a clit and they'd each came several times. When they were both exhausted and finally ready for sleep, they showered taking time to kiss and fondle each other just a bit more knowing the moment would have to end eventually. They washed each other's backs and boobs, kissing all the while. When they ran out of hot water, Kendra handed Cheryl her robe and then put fresh sheets on the bed; high thread count combed Egyptian cotton. They were pure luxury.
This morning they'd lazily lounged together nude. Cheryl was still not fully awake. She'd opened her eyes a couple times then dozed off again. Kendra spent that time contemplating life and reflecting on the moment and her lover. Cheryl's shoulder length red curly hair partially covered her face. The smooth ivory skin of her shoulders and back was occasionally interrupted by small clusters of freckles which Kendra liked. When she undressed her Kendra discovered a thin red landing strip between Cheryl's legs, that Kendra found quite sexy.
She looked around the room.
She loved her home especially her bedroom. It was her peaceful happy place, her safe place. She'd taken a lot of time to curate the perfect environment for herself, just the way she and only she liked it. The clean crisp white sheets she'd put on the bed the night before felt exquisite against her body and they smelled amazing, the way only fresh sheets can. The sex was so great, that she'd briefly considered seeing Cheryl again. But Kendra was a woman of extraordinary discipline and she'd given herself rules for these situations. One day she might feel differently, but for now she wanted no strings and no drama. For that reason she woke her lover, made her some coffee and then politely sent her on her way.
She was shaken from her reverie by the sound of her doorbell. She checked her appearance in the hallway mirror. It was then that she was reminded of an issue. She had decided on wearing a light short sleeve sundress that morning, slipping it on and not bothering with underwear as was her habit when home. Now it was too late for her to put some on.
She walked to the door and opened the drawer in the table beside it. With one hand on the gun in the drawer she looked through the peephole. He was in his late 20s, built well. He was muscular, about 160 lbs. His black hair was cut high and tight confirming he was ex-military. He had a day's worth of hair on his face. His right forearm was covered in tattoos. His left arm and left leg each had a prosthetic attached at the joint.
Kendra closed the drawer, satisfied that she wasn't in danger and opened the door.
"Are you..." he looked at the printout in his hand
"I'm Kendra." she interrupted extending her hand.
"And you're Don, come on in and I'll show you the couch."
Don followed her inside. He took a minute or two to look it over.
"How old is it?"
"Just two years. I got a bonus at work and I'm upgrading. It's just me here, so it's hardly been used at all."
"Ok great. This will be perfect. Here you go." he said handing her $300 cash.
"Are you going to come back with some guys or something?" she asked regretting it immediately.
He grinned sheepishly and said "Nope Just me. I've learned to manage a lot of things. I have a furniture dolly in the truck. I'll be right back.
Moments later she watched in admiration as he stubbornly struggled to get the couch onto the dolly and rolled it out the door. She watched from the window as he used some sort of ratchet device to pull the couch up into the bed of his pickup. He shut the tailgate and walked back up the path to say thank you.
"That, was very impressive. I feel terrible about implying you couldn't do it. Please let me make it up to you. Would you like a cup of coffee or some tea before you head back? It's the least I can do after all you've sacrificed for our country."
"Uh yeah actually, a glass of tea would be nice."
He stepped back inside the house.
"Have a seat I'll be right back."
He sat in a high backed armchair, much fancier than anything he had at his place.
Kendra came back carrying a tray with two glasses and a pitcher of tea.
She poured him a tea and handed it to him.
