A Long Day of Work

A few days ago, I went to work with my grand-father. He has been a carpenter for 39 years (and counting) now and he sometimes brings me to help. My job is to carry the tools, hold things while he fixes them, carry the heavy stuff with him, etc. This time, we had to install a few windows.

We were greeted by the person who asked for the renovations, a man in his 50s. He informed us that his wife was gone to work and his children at school. His house had two stages and we had to change 2-3 windows on each. We promptly started to work.

It was a long, hard day. Construction and renovations can be very, very hard and the day was hot. We worked for nine hours, until 5 pm, to finish everything. I was quite proud of myself and so was my grand-father. When we were finally ready to leave, my grand-father asked me to check upstairs if we had not forgotten any tool.

I checked the first room and quickly noticed nothing was missing. I went to check the second, a bedroom, when I was greeted by something very unusual.

A young woman was standing there, wearing nothing but her underwear and a short bra, watching herself in the mirror. She was working on her hair and didn’t notice me. I knew I should have knocked before entering but I completely forgot the owner had kids who were at school. As I stopped walking, she turned to me and, to my surprise greeted me with a smile. Her body perfect on every point. She was extremely sexy and the few clothes she had left exposed large curves.

-Oh, huh… I’m sincerely sorry, I didn’t know you … you…

-Oh, it’s alright. You went to check the window? She said

-Yeah…

-It’s a very nice window. You’re the one who installed it?

-Yeah.

-Thank you. I’ll have a very good view in my bedroom now.

I stood there for a second, immobile. I was completely in sweat from a long day of work and very tired. She was really beautiful. She laid down on her bed, legs uncrossed, looking at  me.

-Well, she said, you came here to see the view, right?

-R…Right.

I checked the window a second, and looked around. She was watching me all the time, her legs wide open. It was very clear she wanted me, me the handyman who worked hard all day for her, a perfect stranger working in a very manly domain. I glanced at her too.

-Close the door, she muttered

I obeyed. Her voice was sensual and exciting. Her skin looked soft and delicious, her body looked perfectly thin and hot. I wanted her. However, my grand-father wanted to leave soon. Also, the owner, his father, wouldn’t be very proud to see me having sex with her daughter. But my libido was simply too strong to resist. She was too beautiful and the moment was too well-chosen. She started to talk dirty to me.

-You must be very exhausted from a long day of work… Aye, I’m afraid we are too poor. We can’t pay you - financially, I mean. Maybe you can pay yourself otherwise, she said.

We started kissing. Her lips tasted delicious and she was very passionate. Sadly, I heard my grand-father call me.

-Frank?

But nothing could stop me. I was so excited.

-FRANK? He yelled again. We are leaving!

I slowly opened her bra, exposing large breasts. She was also getting more excited. I could see it in her underwear, the only piece of cloth she still wore - and not for long. It was a wonderful feeling to know the person you wanted also wanted you. She unbutonned my jacket, massaging my whole body.

-FRANK, WHERE ARE YOU? I heard again, this time from a more desesperate voice. COME HERE, WE ARE LEAVING NOW.

Damn him! The moment was not well chosen. I saw her take out protection from her desk as I started to touch her. She asked to see my “screwdriver” and asked if I could “fix a few things in her”

-FRANK, yelled my grand-father, exasperated. That’s it! You’re moving with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air.

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare but I thought “naw forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!” I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby “yo, homes smell you later!” I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there — to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.