I consider myself fortunate that I don’t necessarily need a roommate, but I love meeting new people; it doesn’t matter where we bump in to each other, it could be from the local grocery, the gym, or even from one of my favorite websites: Craigslist.
I’m a fully realized women in my late twenties that knows what she likes and what makes me tick. His Housing wanted ad intrigued me, trading handyman services for a place to stay for a few months sounds very doable. And his pictures are also very doable. So I responded, so did he with questions, humor, and an aww-shucks humbleness that makes me melt. A meeting time was set for another 30 minutes from now.
A spritz of J’adore across my toned yoga body, finger tease my brunette curls in front of the bathroom mirror, no need for make-up, lotion for baby soft skin and multiple outfit options. Mentally my whole wardrobe is being sorted through till Ah-ha! I toss on my pastel pink sandals, yellow shorts and my white low V-neck with the sleeves half way rolled up my arms.
I text my best friend, Tiffany, and tell her I’m ready for him. She shoots me back that I should text her as soon as I’m done.
The doorbell rings.
I run over to the intercom and asked, “Yes?”
A deep voice spoke back, “This is Joshua, the handyman from Craigslist.”
He was earlier than I expected, but I like that.
With Two knocks, I was face-to-face with Joshua. A mixed man with almond skin, light brown eyes, a warm face with prominent nose – reminds me of a lion. He towered over me, but his smile and gentle hand shake belied a man who seems friendlier. He’s definitely hotter than his pictures.
“Hello, Courtney. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Hi. Do you mind if I call you Josh?
“Sure, everybody tends to anyway,” he laughs with his deep voice. “Like I said in our email correspondence, we can go downstairs get coffee and talk if you feel uncomfortable about me coming in.”
“Don’t be silly. Come in. Please make yourself comfortable on any of the couches in the living room.” I walked him over and caught him eying me when I bent over to pet my bulldog, pancakes. I looked back at him, “This is little butterball is Pancakes.”
He smiles, “where’s Syrup? I love dogs. I had a Bichon when I was a kid.”
I laugh. “Are you thirsty? I know it’s been a little hot lately.”
“Don’t trouble yourself. I’m fine.”
We both take a seat next to each other on the love seat. Bumping into each other as we sat down. We both apologize and laugh.
“Well, first off your apartment is beautiful and seems to match the beautiful style of the host.”
“How sweet of you!”
“As I said in my ad, I’m a handyman and I’m highly skilled with my hands and my problem solving abilities.”
I took special note of ‘highly skilled hands’ and I smirk.”
“Any projects you have in mind? I’m also open to helping anyone you know with any projects, but my main focus would be here with you.”
Staring at his thick lips and pretty white teeth. “I would like to renovate a part of my kitchen, add shelves, paint, and fix a few problem areas. I think I have a few female friends who could use a man of your skillset around the house, but that’s after you do me first.”
“Excuse me?” He smiled.
“I wouldn’t want you on any outside projects for my friends before doing mine first.” I eye him and say to myself, you heard me. I want you to do me too.
“I definitely understand like I said you will be my main focus and I promise you that you will be left very satisfied with my work.” He clasps his hand and lay them on his dress pants. His about 13 sized shoes tapping lightly on my floor.
“Come! Let me give you a tour of your room.”
“Cool.”
I can feel his presence behind me and I wished he would just grab me and satisfy me right now. Pancakes wobbles in front of me making me trip over him. I felt this strong embrace against his muscular body. His rough hands on my arms to keep me from falling over in my own house. I wanted to curse that bubble butt Pancake, but I lost all interest after his touch.
“Are you okay, Courtney?
“Yes! I am! See, I do need you here.”
“All on impulse and I reacted.” He lets me go.
I showed him the room. “What do you think?”
He eyes the room with a focused glaze. His eyes calculating the dimensions and possibilities. “I love it! Fully furnished with a nice size closet!”
“Let’s start! I’m ready.”
“Yes. A few things to keep in mind. 1. Pick up after yourself. 2. Help with Chores. 3. No guests. 4. The internet, cable and even my books are free to use.”
He nods in agreement to all my rules. “Perfectly fine with me. I can start doing projects tonight for you after I bring over my duffel bag of clothes and my tool box.”
“No. You will start tomorrow.”
I decided to take a chance and create an opportunity. “I see you have a few tattoos,” I say while touching his forearm one.
“The forearm one I got after leaving the Marines. It’s the Triton of Aquaman. I’m a bit of nerd. I also have memorial Tattoo for my grandmother, who raised me, under my left should blade. I always want her to have my six, a military term for watching someone’s back. Her favorite flowers – Tigerlillies – over my heart.”
“Cool, I’m a bit of a dork too. I have Betty Boop on my hip.” I unbutton my yellow shorts to show. “Also, I have the college drunken tramp stamp. I hold my shorts in my hands and turn around and I lift up my shirt to show him the drunken cliché on my lower back. He’s eying the tattoo and my pink cotton thong. I see the bulge in his pants begging to feel my lips.
“Looks really nice.” His chest raising a lot more higher than before. His gaze sizing up my feminine dimensions. He starts grabbing his bulge. He quickly lifts me off the ground throws me on the bed.
“So strong. I like that.”
He peels off his red polo. He’s chest isn’t too hairy and leads that a sexy nature trail going straight down and pass the defined V shape of his pelvis. He pulls my shorts off.
“What about my thong?”
He licks his lips and tells me to lay back. He goes between my legs and kisses my thighs up to my juicy spot. He fingers the thong and pulls it up between my pussy lips. Josh takes deep breath to inhale my pussy.
“You smell so good.” He moves my thong off to my right. He uses his tongue to maneuver his way between and around my labia. His head is making a nodding and bobbing motion as he laps me up. His strong hands under my shirt playing with my nipples. Those strong fingers are lightly rubbing around my belly.
“Spit on it.” He does as he’s told and licks it back up. My pussy is getting more wet. He starts sucking and licking my clit and I jerk forward and sit up. Our eyes connect, he sees the pleasure in my face. I rubbed the waves of his head. I lay back down and wrap my legs around his head. My handyman lifts me off the bed without missing a lick. His stubble and goatee tickles and pricks all at the same time. Lock on his head harder. My whole body, saved for my head, is off the bed.
“Eat that pussy. Stuff yourself with it.”
Josh pushes me up in the sitting position with his strong arms and hands. I’m looking down at his head and throw my head back and letting the pleasure overwhelm me. He gently lays me back down.
“Take your shirt off.”
Now I do as I’m told and toss the article of clothing behind me on the floor. I finger my bra strap with my hands looking to unhook it and toss that to the side too.
“My sandals too?”
“No. Lay on your side.”
He comes over towards me and grabs my wrists with his massive hands and holds them over my head at arm’s length. He starts kissing my rib cage and obliques. “You have an amazing body,” he softly says. He takes his free hand and has me lick them and spit on them. He takes two of his fingers and makes the peace sign inside me and starts fingering me. He pulls his fingers and thong falls back to its—almost—original place. He licks off juices.
“Finger licking good.” He smiles at me.
He unzips his pants and pulls his dick.
I didn’t get a good look at it, but felt the fat head when he slowly enters me. I crossed my feet and that had my toes curling. The wetness was very audible as he fucked me. He used his left hands to hold my wrists up and keep me bound as he spanked my ass and gripped it to help him pull me in close as his head moved in and out my pussy. My ass and pussy were stinging when he started picking up the speed. I felt juices squirt out.
“Whoa.”
“I’m so sorry it just happened.”
“I’m going to make that happen again.”
I nodded, “do it!”
“I’m going drown this dick in your juices.”
“Fuck me harder.”
He released my hands and grabbed my legs and opened them. He had me in the missionary position and began pounding away.
“Harder. Fuck me with that dick.”
I feel on his tense and taut body.
He push my legs back to my chest.
“Hold them back.”
I held them back at the knees. He grabbed my ass from the sides and he was moving faster. Sweat bounced off his nose and splatter by the hood of my pussy. I could barely hold my legs back as I came super hard and felt the intense release of my juices. I kept rocking back and forth on his dick as I felt myself flowing.
“You fucking big dick mother fucker,” I said with gritted teeth.
My pussy feeling sensitive and the relaxation washed over my body.
“I’m going to bust a nut!”
I quickly moved my face towards his dick and stuck out my tongue. Making sure I’m making unbroken eye contact with his beautiful face.
“No,” he growled. His face serious.
He pushes me back. My heart is racing. He opens me back up with his hard throbbing dick. I barely could brace myself. He thrust and makes indiscernible noises. His whole body tightens up and he squeezed my breasts super hard. I want to scream in pain, but I feel my arousal spike through the roof. Manhandling me like a real man is a turn on. I squeal as I cum again and he cums soon after on the outside of labia. His nut drips down my pussy and ass cheeks on to his soon-to-be-bed. He lays on top me and kisses me as a cool down.
I squeeze his face, “that was fucking great.”
“Can I add that to my to-do list for you?”
“Yes, sir!”
He gets dressed at the edge of the bed. I eye him seductively and I feel like I’m swirling in a high that I can only do is feel and let it wash over me.
“I’ll be back in a couple of hours. I keep you updated with texts.”
“I will change the sheets and take a shower and probably do some grocery shopping, would love for you to come with.”
“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”
He embraces me and lifts my chin up to him and kisses me passionately. He’s trouble. I’m in trouble. Pancakes tries jump on our legs. He pets him and teases him about wanting a kiss too. We both laugh. Pancakes just keeps sticking his tongue out and drools.
I lock the door behind him and text my girl, Tiffany. She agrees that he’s trouble. She wants deets over drinks within the next hour. I agree.
I go over to his bed and change the sheets and recount our whole encounter and feel myself getting soaked again.
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