
So I had to call a repair guy to come and fix my washing machine as I was running out of clothes, and sure I could walk around my house naked and often did, but I wanted to go places. My doorbell rang, and I was hoping it was the repair guy. I opened the door, and sure enough, it was the repair guy, and he was sexy as fuck. He was tall and well built. I couldn’t help but start to have some naughty thoughts like what it would be like to lick him all over. I also wondered if he would give me a discount if I did some flirting and maybe more. As I said, I was running out of clothes, I was in my black corset, panties, and a robe, but it didn’t cover much.
Leading him to the laundry, I could tell he was checking me out. I even heard him whisper dam under his breath. Smiling, I say thanks—you are not bad yourself. He blushes and says thanks. I leave the room but can’t stop thinking about his body on mine. Continue reading “Fucking The Repair Guy”