Jo moaned as she held the rumbling head of the vibrator to her clit. It was a hot afternoon, and she was lying on her back in the bedroom with her legs spread wide. Sunshine streamed in the open windows, along with a gentle breeze that danced over her bare skin. She could smell fresh-cut grass, the lingering scent of her body wash, and her arousal.
Her husband Tom was away on business again. Her girls Stacy and Flora were at their dad's, and Tom's son Hudson was on a camping trip with friends. So, she found herself home alone for a week, bored, and so horny she wanted to scream.
The magic wand buzzed continuously, sending intense waves of pleasure radiating through her core. She arched her back and cried out in pleasure, hoping Chad could hear.
The young handyman had arrived this morning, toolbox in hand, wearing basketball shorts and a threadbare t-shirt with a faded band logo. She met him at the door in yoga pants and a sports bra. As she walked him through the house, pointing out things that needed doing, his eyes explored her body with a lack of subtlety she would have found shocking if it wasn't exactly what she'd been hoping for.
When he wasn't looking, she tweaked her nipples, ensuring they stood proud for him. She'd noted the outline of his package when he reached up to grab something for her, and tried to return the favor, bending over longer than necessary while showing him a squeaky spot on the stairs.
In the backyard, she'd watched approvingly as he peeled off his shirt to work on the broken patio umbrella. He didn't seem to mind the attention. At one point, he caught her looking, flipped the sun-bleached hair out of his eyes, and gave her a wink that left her thinking scandalous thoughts.
Chad came recommended by another mom on the block, and now she could see why. No doubt he earned quite a bit in tips from lonely housewives all over town. She hoped he was interested in more than just the tip today.
As she rocked her hips repeatedly, thrusting against the vibrator, she resisted the urge to check if he was watching. When she last saw him, he'd been fixing the leaky faucet in the kitchen. She'd told him she was going to take a quick shower, then "carelessly" left the bedroom door cracked open. Was he out there right now?
She moaned again, louder this time. It made her feel a bit ridiculous, but she reminded herself that guys his age watched a lot of porn. They were used to a more exaggerated and vocal performance than her generation.
She strained her ears for any indication he was watching. Silence. It was probably a good sign that she couldn't hear him working anymore, but if he was out there, he was staying very quiet.
"Fuck," she groaned, "I'm so wet!" That, at least, wasn't an exaggeration.
This was frustrating. She'd imagined with a guy his age, it would be like ringing a dinner bell, that he would hear her siren call and come running. She hadn't even considered he might have enough self-control to watch. Time to kick it up a notch.
"Oh, Chad!" She squirmed, clawing at the sheet. "It feels so good when you lick my clit!"
A sudden noise from the hallway. Bingo!
She risked a quick glance. Chad was just visible peeking through the gap in the doorway, eyes wide. Something about his posture made it clear he was touching himself. A triumphant wave of lust crashed over her, and she moaned again.
Then she sat up abruptly, pretending to notice him. He startled and ducked out of sight.
"Oh my god, Chad?" She scrambled to cover her breasts with her arms, not doing a very good job. In the process, she knocked the magic wand off the bed. It landed on the floor with a noisy clatter and continued to vibrate angrily as she reached to switch it off. "What are you doing out there?"
"Shit!" She heard him curse as he pulled up his shorts, realizing he'd been caught. He opened the door, covering his eyes as if he hadn't already seen everything. "Sorry! I'm sorry!" He winced. "I didn't mean to spy on you. I just heard a noise, and was worried you were, like, hurt or something."
She tried not to smile at the outline of his twitching cock, barely contained by the thin fabric of his shorts, straining to be released. She put on her best "shocked, but also a little flattered" expression.
"Is that, um..." She pointed at his erection. "Is that because of me?"
"Well, yeah," he said with a sheepish grin, lowering his hand from his eyes. "After I saw you weren't, like, in trouble or whatever, I kinda, um, watched you?"
"Oh. Oh! Oh no! How long were you watching? Did you hear..."
"Yeah," he admitted. "I heard you say my name. Like, I was already turned on, but that's when I started jerking off. I know I shouldn't have, but you're
so
hot."
"You think I'm hot?" She allowed herself to smile.
"Oh, yeah!" His confidence grew as he realized he wasn't in trouble. "You're a smoke show."
"So, you know what I was fantasizing about?"
"About me goin' down on you." He grinned.
"And how do you feel about that?" She sat up straighter, uncovering her breasts, and raising a curious eyebrow.
"I mean, I do love eatin' pussy." He hooked a thumb in his waistband, considering. "But, aren't you married and stuff?"
"Yes." She bit her lip. "But Tom's not here to attend to my needs right now. You are. And judging by that throbbing in your shorts, you've got some needs as well. Maybe we could help each other?"
"You won't tell him?" He looked excited, but still worried.
"I think this can stay our little secret."
"Cool." He grinned. "Cool."
He pulled his shirt over his head with one easy motion. She opened her legs, beckoning him to come closer. He lay on his stomach and lowered his face between her thighs.
She gasped when she felt his hot breath on her skin, and moaned as he plunged his tongue between her lips. He licked the length of her, eagerly spreading her open with his fingers. Wasting no time, he found a rhythm, pushing inside, then dragging up to circle her clit, and back down again.
"Oh fuck!" She let out a shuddering breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. It had been too long since someone had properly eaten her out. Richard, her first husband, had been good at it, but Tom was uninterested. Until this moment, she hadn't realized how much she missed it.
He was certainly enthusiastic, working his face back and forth with his tongue buried astonishingly deep, nose rubbing her clit. The magic wand had gotten her nicely warmed up, leaving her pleasantly sensitive as he lapped up the wetness that flowed from her like a spring.
"Chad, lick my clit," she groaned, echoing what she'd cried out before. He said something unintelligible as she grabbed his hair, pulling him upward until his lips found the spot. He flicked his tongue, making her jump, then settled into a steady routine of kissing, sucking, and licking tight little circles.
"Oh my god, who taught you that?" She purred, arching her back and tightening her grip on his hair to hold him firmly in place. A warm glow was spreading through her body.
"I need your fingers," she moaned. His weight shifted, and she shuddered as thick fingers filled her. He curled them repeatedly, rocking in and out of her. Her clit thrummed on his tongue.
"Oh! Like that! Yes! Keep going!" She felt the pressure mounting, and knew the first orgasm would crackle through her like lightning, leaving her ready for more. "You're making me cum!"
He closed his lips around her clit and sucked. She screamed and squeezed her thighs around his head. He moved with her bucking hips, riding the waves that rolled through her body, until she finally released him. When he pulled out, she covered her sensitive clit with her palm, rocking in place with the aftershocks.
He stood up, wiping his chin on his arm and looking quite pleased with himself. Eagerly, he pulled down his shorts, revealing an impressive cock, already standing at attention. She expected him to climb on top of her, but he walked around the side of the bed to kneel by her head.
"Before I fuck you," he grinned, "wanna suck on this cock?"
"Oh!" She was shocked by how easily he asked for what he wanted. Another generational difference, she thought. He waited patiently, stroking himself just over her face, not quite touching her. She licked her lips as a glistening bead of precum appeared, surprised to realize she wanted to taste it. "Yes," she breathed.
