Trouble with the drainpipe again
"Michael, the drain's blocked again - when are you going to fix it?" "Yes, yes - I'll take care of it," says Michael, annoyed, and hangs his jacket on the coat rack. "Can I come in first?" The couple have been tense for weeks because the old house they bought relatively cheaply in the country is getting out of hand financially. One building site after another pops up - and their cash cushion gets smaller and smaller. To conserve their reserves, they are already doing a lot of the work themselves. But you can't plan for unforeseeable things.
Michael is employed full-time by a government agency and the extra hours he has to work on the house are increasingly getting on his nerves. Unfortunately, he's not the most talented handyman either. Paula works part-time in a bakery and tries to beautify the house on the side. Unfortunately, they both realize that they have grown apart - the house is not bringing them together as much as they had hoped. Both have already seriously considered separating.
A job with consequences
"I don't know why the damn drain is broken," grumbles Michael. "Maybe there's something in the pipe that I can't get out. Maybe the whole system is broken. Don't make such a fuss about it!" "I'm not making a fuss at all, but I don't feel like chasing after you forever about it either. Are you going to get it right or not? Otherwise, please call a plumber!" The couple continue to grumble at each other before sitting down to dinner in silence. Michael watches as Paula stubbornly picks at her fried potatoes and doesn't even look at him. "Ok, ok - I'll call the plumber tomorrow. He should take care of it properly now." Paula looks up at Michael with relief and is grateful that he's finally made up his mind.
They're called craftsmen - a real cliché, but somehow it's true
Michael keeps his word and a short time later the plumber is at the door. Paula can't believe her eyes: he is tall, muscular and handsome. Paula has only one thought: "They're called tradesmen - a real cliché, but somehow it's true. He could do well in a strip show in dungarees."
She invites him in and holds out her hand: "Paula Greven." "Tim, you plumbers," he says and squeezes her hand tightly. He looks deep into her eyes. Paula smiles nervously and feels strangely caught out. She might even blush a little. "Yes, come in, the faulty drain is in the kitchen". Handyman Tim enters and looks Paula up and down. She knows herself that Paula is quite attractive. But she is not dressed to the nines and suddenly feels strange in front of this confident man - she senses one thing immediately: his aura and stunning looks completely throw her off her game.
"... I need some please," says Tim, "What?" Paula is startled out of her dirty little fantasies. She was just thinking, "I wonder what it looks like under his boiler suit - how well endowed he is?" It is more than obvious that he is physically fit. The way he flexes his muscles at work drives Paula crazy. Michael is also in good shape, but the shiny sweat on Tim's skin really emphasizes his muscles. Paula thinks: "Man, I love that!" "Can I have a bucket?" he asks again. "Oh, sure," says Paula and giggles nervously. As if he can read her mind, he looks deep into her eyes again. She simply can't meet his gaze - not yet.
A hot handyman - and the mental movie begins
Paula lets Tim do his thing and tries to distract herself with other things. But her eyes keep wandering to him. Finally, he crawls out from under the cupboard with the drain and says: "I'll come back tomorrow and bring spare parts. I don't have the right parts with me today." "Oh," Paula sighs in disappointment because the drain still doesn't work. "Don't worry," says Tim, "tomorrow your drain will be working like a charm!" He smiles smugly and Paula thinks: "He probably thinks the drain will be running like an A tomorrow - is he just having a go at me?" Tim takes a step towards Paula and strokes her arm almost casually: "Is there anything else I can do for you tomorrow, Mrs. Greven?" "Something so outrageous," thinks Paula. "Is it so obvious that I fancy him?" "If you fix my drain tomorrow, that's quite enough for me," Paula counters snappishly. But she realizes herself how shrill she sounds. He just laughs quietly, turns around and leaves.
Paula is completely beside herself, because somehow it's clear what will - or can - happen tomorrow. She can say no at any time. Or has she actually already said yes to a little erotic adventure? Or is she interpreting everything completely wrong and this isn't about sex at all? Does she really want to get involved in a quickie with a handyman? What about Michael? She hardly gets any rest that night ...
Paula wants her handyman - badly
"I don't think I need coffee, I'm excited enough," thinks Paula when she gets up the next day. She takes a shower and puts on a pretty skirt and blouse. Lingerie? No, she doesn't want to bother with that. She does her hair carefully and puts on a light make-up. She doesn't wear perfume because Paula suddenly thinks that someone might smell her perfume on Tim and the little tête-à-tête could be exposed. The matter seems settled. When the doorbell rings, Paula can hardly wait and notices that she is already getting wet between her legs. How can a complete stranger arouse so much lust and sexual desire in her?
What else do we have planned?
She opens the door - Tim stands in front of her with a broad grin and looks her up and down with approval. "What else have we got planned?" he asks cheekily and walks past her into the kitchen. Paula is flabbergasted, but also delighted by his audacity. And she wants him, she knows that now. She watches almost impatiently as he repairs the drain - is he taking his time? Paula realizes how hot she is getting - her nipples are getting hard at the idea that she is about to have sex with the well-built Tim. It's hard to miss how hot she is. Now Tim finally crawls out, looks at Paula and says: "Ready!" The air tingles between the two of them, the sexual tension is almost unbearable.
But you need it, Ms. Greven
"Take your pants off!" Paula orders, giving Tim a stern look and can hardly believe what she's saying. "But, but Mrs. Greven ..." says Tim and plays the innocent. This only turns Paula on even more.
Paula orgasms twice
She approaches him, reaches into the side of his overalls and starts massaging his penis. It doesn't take long and his penis is big and hard. "Do me now!" Paula urges him. Tim undoes the bib of his trousers and pulls them down. He pushes Paula's skirt up and lifts her onto the work surface with ease. He opens her legs and is pleased to see that she is not wearing any panties. Without saying much, he briefly penetrates Paula with his fingers and she moans loudly. She is incredibly wet. His fingers move nimbly back and forth, giving Paula her first orgasm. "You really need it, Mrs. Greven," says Tim in his outrageous way. "Come on now - I want you now," Paula can only reply. Her wish is his command and he penetrates Paula hard with his penis. "Harder, harder" Paula screams and Tim pushes her as hard and firmly as he can. He now rests his arms on the work surface so that he can penetrate Paula even deeper. She pulls her legs up so that her clitoris is massaged to the maximum during sex. They both come almost simultaneously, his loins twitch and loud cries of pleasure echo through the house. This is Paule's second orgasm in a very short space of time. He stays inside her for a while longer. When they separate, Paula becomes formal again, adjusts her clothes and says: "Please send me the bill. And Tim: our quickie stays between us, right?" Tim just smiles and says: "Always at your service, Mrs. Greven!"
Yours, Ramona May
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