Handyman for hire

The morning sun cast a warm glow across the kitchen tiles as Emma sipped her coffee. The aroma filled the air, offering a comforting embrace in the quiet of her kitchen. She had plans for the day, but first she had to deal with the incessant gurgling of her toilet. The sound had been keeping her awake at night, a constant reminder of the plumbing issue she had been neglecting for weeks. With a sigh, she picked up her phone and dialed the number. She happened to see some truck in the area yesterday and she hastily wrote the number down as she rushed to work. Since she was off today, she figured it was the perfect time to tackle the problem.

She had just changed into her sweats as the doorbell rang, echoing through the empty hall of the house She set down her mug and padded over to the door. Through the peephole, she saw a man holding a toolbox, his shirt emblazoned with ‘Jake’s Handyperson Services’. She took a deep breath and swung the door open, hoping for a quick and efficient fix. “You must be Jake,” she said, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

Jake nodded, flashing a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Ma’am,” he said, tipping an imaginary hat. Something about his demeanor seemed off, but Emma shrugged it off to nerves. She hastily led him through the house, her heart beating a little faster than necessary. As they approached the master bathroom, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had forgotten something important. “This way,” she instructed, pushing open the door to reveal the culprit of her recent sleep deprivation. The toilet, in all its porcelain glory, seemed to smirk back at her, the water still running.

“It’s been doing that for a while,” she said, pointing at the bowl. “I’ve tried jiggling the handle, but it just won’t quit.” Jake nodded again, his eyes lingering on her in a way that made her uncomfortable. “I’ll leave you to it,” she added quickly, eager to escape the awkwardness. “I’ve got some stuff to do in the garage.”

He shrugged as she left, his gaze trailing her until the door clicked shut. With a sigh, he set his toolbox down and knelt beside the toilet. It was a simple fix, something that took five minutes at most. But she had scheduled him for two hours. He wondered what else she might need help with around the house. As he worked, his mind wandered to the woman who had called him here, and not for the usual reasons. He couldn’t shake the feeling that she had made a mistake with the appointment.

A little over thirty minutes passed, and the toilet was finally silenced. The job was done, but he didn’t feel right about leaving just yet. Curiosity piqued, Jake wiped his hands on a towel and decided to check on her. He made his way through the house, the quiet hum of the central heating and distant ticking of a clock his only companions. The door to the garage was open a crack, spilling a slice of light into the dim hallway. He pushed it open and stepped inside.

The garage was surprisingly neat, with tools organized on pegboards and a vintage car parked in the center. She was nowhere in sight, but the sound of a radio playing a classic rock tune filled the space. He took a deep breath, letting the scent of engine oil and gasoline wash over him. It was a familiar scent, one that brought back memories of weekends spent working on his own car with his father. He cleared his throat and announced his presence, not wanting to startle her. “Ma’am, your bathroom’s all fixed up,” he said in his best ‘sexy handyman’ voice, a little self-conscious but mostly just trying to lighten the mood.

Emma stopped her cycling and turned to look towards him. She quickly brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. “Oh, wow, that was fast,” she said, trying to sound appreciative. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks. “I mean, is there anything else that needs fixing around here?”

She thought for a moment, the silence stretching between them. Then, as if on cue, the door to the garage swung open a few more inches, revealing the crooked frame. “Oh yeah,” she said, grabbing a nearby towel to wipe the sweat from her forehead. “This door isn’t closing right.” She stepped closer to him, brushing past his work-worn jeans. He caught a whiff of her sweet perfume mixed with the faint scent of sweat. It was intoxicating.

“It’s been sticking like that for a while,” she explained, pointing at the frame. “I’ve tried lubricating the hinges, but it’s probably just the wood expanding.”

“I’d be happy to take a look,” Jake said, watching as she headed back towards the house. He waited for the door to shut before letting out a deep sigh. This was definitely not what he had expected when he saw the address for the job. He had thought it was for… well, a different kind of service. But here he was, with a toolbox in hand and a crooked door before him. He chuckled to himself and turned his attention to the door.

A few quick adjustments and the door swung closed with a satisfying thud. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, wondering if she had noticed the way his eyes had lingered on her earlier. Maybe she was playing hard to get. He couldn’t just leave without making sure she knew what she had called for. He decided to be a bit more… assertive.

With a newfound confidence, Jake followed the sound of running water to the master bathroom. He pushed the door open without knocking. The steam billowed out, enveloping him in a warm, wet embrace. Through the mist, he saw the silhouette of Emma, her body hidden by the shower curtain. She was humming to herself, oblivious to his presence. He dropped his tool belt to the floor, the clang of metal against tile making him cringe. But it was too late. She had heard him.

Her humming stopped abruptly, and the shower water switched off. “Emma?” he called out, his voice echoing in the tiled room. He began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes locked on the curtain. “Is everything okay?” she replied, her voice tinged with alarm. He took a deep breath and stepped closer.

The curtain slid open, and Emma’s eyes went wide. “Jake, what are you doing?” she demanded, her hands instinctively covering herself. He looked at her, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, the tension thick between them. “What your paying for,” he said, his voice low and hisky. “I’m here to help you out,” he says in his sexy voice again .

Emma’s mind raced. She had called him for the toilet, not this. But the way he looked at her, the way his eyes traveled down her wet body made her heart beat faster. She knew she should tell him to leave, that this was a mistake, but she found herself unable to speak. The silence grew heavier as the steam from the shower swirled around them.

“What are you talking about?” she finally managed to ask, her voice quivering slightly. Jake took another step closer, his gaze unwavering. “The handyperson services you requested,” he said, his eyes flickering with something that sent a shiver down her spine. “I’m the handyman for lonely women….you schedule me and I come over to fix the loneliness.”

Emma’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening with shock. “But I called for a plumber!” she protested, her voice muffled by her palm. “I don’t need… that.”

Jake’s smile faltered, his hand hovering over his half-unbuckled belt. “Plumber?” he repeated, the confusion etched in his features. “Ma’am, I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. I thought you called for… something else.” He glanced around the room, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The realization of his mistake washed over him like the cold water that had suddenly replaced the steamy air. “I guess I’ll be leaving then,” he mumbled, bending down to pick up his tool belt. The clang of metal against the tiles was louder than it had been before, a stark reminder of the awkwardness that now filled the room.

Emma felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. She had never been one to invite a stranger into her home for anything other than actual repairs, but there was something about Jake that made her heart flutter in a way it hadn’t in a long time. She watched him, her hand still over her mouth, trying to decide what to say next. “Wait,” she blurted out, just as he was about to leave.

Jake paused, his hand on the doorknob. He looked back at her, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of hope. “You don’t want me to go?” he asked, his voice tentative.

“Well,” Emma began, her eyes darting from his face to the floor and back again, “I didn’t mean to call for… that. But I have to admit, I am feeling a bit lonely.” She took a deep breath, her heart racing as she stepped out of the shower, the towel clutched tightly around her. “Maybe you could, I don’t know…how do you fix loneliness?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake’s eyes searched hers, the tension in the air palpable. He had been caught off guard, but he wasn’t one to miss an opportunity. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against hers as he took the towel from her. “Well, ma’am,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “you booked me for a couple of hours and there’s still time… whatever you want”.

Her eyes swept over his muscular form, the way his shirt clung to his damp skin, the way his hands looked so capable. She took a deep breath and nodded to herself. This was definitely not what she had planned for her Saturday morning, but she had needs too. “Ok,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “Come here then, handyman.”

He dropped his tool belt once again, the thud echoing in the suddenly silent bathroom. He stepped towards her, the confidence returning to his stride. The warmth of the room had nothing on the heat that was building between them. “Is there anything specific you need… fixed?” he asked, his eyes traveling down to her towel-covered body.

Emma swallowed, feeling a sudden thrill at the way he was looking at her. She had never been the type to take such a risk, but the frustration of her toilet troubles had left her feeling daring. “How about we start with this?” she said, her voice stronger now, pointing at the towel.

Jake’s gaze followed her gesture and he took another step closer. With a gentle tug, the towel fell away, leaving her exposed to his view. He took in the sight of her, his eyes darkening with desire. He reached out, his thumb brushing against her damp skin. “Looks like you’ve got a leak,” he said, his voice a murmur.

Emma’s pulse raced as his touch sent waves of heat through her body. She stepped closer, pressing herself against him. “I think you might have the right tools for that,” she whispered. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her in tight. The feel of his body against hers was electric, sending jolts of sensation through her.

Jake’s hand traveled up her spine, sending shivers down her back. He leaned in, his breath warm against her neck as he kissed her shoulder. She tilted her head back, her eyes closing as he moved closer to her ear. “I aim to satisfy,” he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.

Her hands found the hem of his shirt, sliding it over his head. His chest was broad and muscular, the definition clear even in the dim light of the bathroom. She traced her fingertips over the tattoos that adorned his skin, each line telling a story she longed to hear. He stepped closer, his bare chest brushing against her wet skin as he kissed her neck. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious blend of cold and warmth.

Emma’s legs trembled as Jake’s hands moved to her waist, lifting her slightly. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger she hadn’t felt in a long time. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the world around them melted away. All she could focus on was the heat of his body against hers, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint smell of the shower gel.

With surprising ease, he picked her up, her towel dropping to the floor as he carried her out of the bathroom. She gasped, the cool air of the bedroom a stark contrast to the steamy warmth they had just left behind. His footsteps were steady and sure as he made his way to the bed, his grip tight but gentle. She could feel the strength in his arms, the beat of his heart against her chest.

He laid her down on the soft comforter, the mattress dipping slightly under their combined weight. The scent of lavender from her pillow filled her nose, mixing with the faint smell of his sweat and the musky scent of the garage. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and nerves. His eyes held hers as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, revealing himself to her fully. The sight of him made her stomach flip. He was more than she had bargained for, and she couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed.

Emma reached for him, her hand shaking slightly as it traced the line of his hip. Jake leaned down and kissed her again, his hands exploring her body with a gentle confidence that made her heart race. His touch was tender yet firm, leaving a trail of heat wherever he went. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, the soft skin of her breasts. She gasped at the sensation, arching her back to meet his mouth. His hands found her hips, he pulled her closer.

Her breath hitched as his tongue touched the sensitive bud of her clit. He licked and nibbled, his movements slow and deliberate. She could feel herself growing wetter, her body responding to his expert touch. The tension coiled within her, tightening with every flick of his tongue. She moaned, her hands digging into the sheets as the pleasure grew. He didn’t rush, savoring every sound she made, every tremor that passed through her body.

Emma’s back arched as he sucked gently, the sensation shooting through her like an electrical current. She had never felt this way before, never been so exposed and vulnerable to a man she barely knew. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she knew was that she wanted more.

Jake’s tongue danced around her clit, teasing her, building the tension. She moaned, her hips moving of their own accord, desperately seeking release. He chuckled against her skin, the vibration sending another shockwave through her. His hands gripped her thighs, keeping her in place as he worked his magic. She could feel her orgasm approaching, like a storm on the horizon.

But just as the first drops of rain began to fall, he stopped. Emma’s eyes shot open, a mix of surprise and frustration clouding her vision. “Jake,” she panted, her voice strained. “What are you doing?”

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. “I want to savor every part of you,” he said, his voice gruff with desire. He began to kiss his way back up her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her skin. She felt his breath against her stomach, the warmth of his mouth as he kissed around her navel. Her hands tangled in his hair, urging him on. He took his time, his mouth exploring every inch of her, as if he were memorizing the landscape of her body.

When he reached her breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth until it was a tight peak. She gasped, her back arching off the bed. He switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Her hands tightened in his hair, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, sending shocks of pleasure through her. She had never felt so wanted, so alive.

He slid up her body, his cock sliding through her wetness. The anticipation was exquisite, the feel of him against her making her ache for more. He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, tangling with hers. She could taste herself on him, a musky flavor that only heightened her desire. He broke the kiss, his eyes locked with hers, a silent question hanging between them. She nodded, her breath coming in shallow pants.

With a growl, Jake positioned himself at her entrance. The head of his cock nudged against her, sending a shiver down her spine. He pushed in, slow and steady, filling her inch by inch. The stretch was almost painful, but the pleasure quickly outweighed any discomfort. She felt herself clench around him, her body eager for more.

He paused, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. Finding none, he began to move, his strokes long and deep. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, making her moan into his mouth. He kissed her hard, her hands moving to his back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels locked, urging him deeper.

The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall, a tempo set by their passion. Her breath hitched as she felt the first stirrings of orgasm, the tightening in her core. She bit down on his shoulder, trying to muffle her cries.

“Take all of me,” she whispered into his ear, the words barely audible over their ragged breathing. He groaned in response, the urgency in her voice spurring him on. His hips moved faster, his strokes becoming more forceful. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a testament to their need for each other.

Emma’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself teeter on the edge. Jake’s hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit once again. He circled it, pressing down with just the right amount of pressure. The storm that had been building inside her broke, sending waves of ecstasy through her body. She screamed his name, her nails digging into his back. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and she clung to him as if he was her lifeline.

Jake felt her spasm around him, her legs tightening, her body shaking with the force of her climax. It was all he needed to push him over the edge. He thrust into her one last time, his own orgasm ripping through him like a bolt of lightning. He groaned, his body going rigid with pleasure as he emptied himself into her. They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies still joined.

After a moment, he pulled out gently, the feeling of loss surprising her. He rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. She laid her head on his chest, her breaths still coming in short gasps. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. The silence was comfortable, the only sound the pounding of their hearts.

“Thank you,” she whispered, the words barely audible over the sound of their breathing. He chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath her ear. “For what?” he asked, his voice lazy and content. “For fixing my toilet,” she said with a smile, her voice teasing. “Oh, that was nothing,” he replied, his arms tightening around her. “It’s all part of the service.”

Emma couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had never been the type to invite a stranger into her home for anything other than actual work, let alone let one into her bed. But there she was, wrapped in the arms of a man she had met less than an hour ago. And she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction, of need fulfilled.

As their breathing slowed and their bodies cooled, she found herself whispering, “Can you come back next Saturday?” She felt his chest rumble with a laugh beneath her. “Ma’am, I’m not sure if your plumbing will have that much trouble,” he said, his voice a low purr. She pushed herself up on her elbow, looking down at him. “I don’t just mean for the plumbing,” she said, her voice serious.