The Handyman-Fantasy LLC

by Vanessa Devereaux

  “Like what you see?” he asks me.

  “I…”

  Try to answer, and no response escapes my lips but luckily his mouth moves on mine. He wraps his arms around me, grinding my butt into the edge of the countertop. His tongue snakes over my lips, quickly invading my mouth and I realize I’ve never been given this sort of kiss before.

  Would it seem stupid to call it a grown-up one? It dawns on me that I’ve picked boyfriends who weren’t ready for a real sexual relationship. I’ve paid the price and hence my need to live in a fantasy world. Kyle’s going to put that right.

  He pulls away from me and grabs my boobs, squeezing them again and then flicking both my nipples until I groan and they turn hard.

  Soon Kyle is taking off his t-shirt, and I see what great shape he’s in. The muscles defined, his skin tanned like it always was. I quickly work out that he’s still only 42. He had Mia when he was my current age. He’s still in his prime.

  He wiggles his hips and lowers his pants and jeans causing his cock to bounce. I want to grab it, but I don’t want him to think I’m overly eager, but once again he must sense what I need the most. Kyle grabs my hand and wraps it around his dick.

  “I hope it doesn’t disappoint you,” Kyle says.

  My hands are by no means small, but my fingers barely wrap around his shaft. I move my hand a tad, but he stops me.

  “This is all about your pleasure, not mine. Although I’m probably going to have the time of my life being buried in what I know is one hot pussy.”

  I squeal like a schoolgirl as he puts his hands on my hips and hoists me up until my butt’s on the top of the counter.

  Kyle parts my knees and I’m suddenly embarrassed by the unruly state of my pubic area. Also, like a stupid schoolgirl I want to put my hand over the area and tell him to come back another time when I’ve waxed.

  “I love a real woman,” he says, running his fingers through the curls.

  He plays with my folds and then spreads me my labia open, and a cold chill enters my channel.

  “Are you ready to live your fantasy?” he asks me.

  I can only nod because I’ve lived this scenario in my mind so many times.

  Kyle grabs a gold package from his jeans and is soon unpeeling the wrapper from a condom. He slips it on with the finesse only he can muster up.

  I’m petrified I’m either going to be so grateful for sex that I’ll be too needy, or I’ll be stiff and wooden like, hoping he doesn’t pick up on the fact I’m not that experienced.

  I’ll ruin…

  As I’m in mid-thought, he circles my pussy with the tip of his cock. It’s erotic, it tickles, and I lean over to grab his shoulders and pull him in so I can kiss him. It’s my tongue that invades his mouth this time. They duel together, and I feel intense pressure in my sex and realize he’s inside me.

  Kyle slides me toward him, so I’m teetering on the edge of the counter. He pulls my legs up higher allowing him to sink deeper into my pussy. Our bodies connect and seem to melt into one and soon he’s thrusting inside me.

  I still can’t believe this is happening and wonder if at any minute I’ll wake up and feel frustrated that the only sex I get these days is in my dreams.

  Kyle kisses the side of my neck as he picks up intensity and my pussy begins to respond. If this is a dream, it’s a hell of a good one. I run my fingers through Kyle’s hair as his body slaps into me. My toes curl, feeling the first stirrings of an orgasm.

  I put my mouth on the top of his shoulder and groan as it picks up intensity. The nerve endings in my thighs and belly go on high alert, and before I know it, it’s arrived. I cry out, and my legs shake. Kyle puts his hands under my thighs riding me hard until he too finds a release.

  He doesn’t pull out of me but instead looks at me. He has a few beads of sweat on his forehead which I dab away. For the first time, I realize he has blue eyes. I always thought they were green, but there are pretty blue flecks in them.

  “It’s not over yet,” he tells me.

  I stroke his lower lip with my finger as he pulls out and steps back and looks at me with my legs still spread open. I suddenly feel braver than I did ten minutes ago. He’s seen me naked, and he’s fucked me. I widen the stance of my legs, not saying a word but seeing him look at my pussy. I finger it, feeling the wetness and the heat. Knowing what I want him to do next, I slip off the counter, turn around and lean over. Kyle gets behind me.

  “It’s going to take a while until I’m hard again but maybe this will help me.”

  He runs his hands over my ass cheeks, and I wiggle them. He moves his fingers over my hips and onto my belly. They’re long and lovely like the rest of him. My nipples are pink and hard, and soon Kyle is rubbing his cock against my crack. His shaft slowly gets harder each time he brushes it over my skin.

  Kyle kisses the nape of my neck and then plants tiny ones down my spine. His cock is hard, and I hear the sound of him tearing open another foil package.

  I hold onto the taps as he enters my pussy. I glance up at myself in the mirror seeing and feeling Kyle’s hands cover my breasts.

  He pushes upward, almost lifting me off my feet. I grind them into the tiles as he thrusts again and again. He nibbles on the nape of my neck and pinches my nipples with his thumb and forefinger.

  Oh god, that’s so good, the combination of so many things. I squeeze the taps, feeling my pussy coming alive again. Um, umm I want to say, but maybe that’s not the sound I’m supposed to make.

  The next sound out of my mouth is a groan because I’m close to another mind blowing orgasm. It is in fact, better than the first one. I grab the taps tighter, feeling myself edging closer and closer. I haven’t realized I’m holding on so tight until one pops off in my hand.

  I throw it down and concentrate on the orgasm which washes over me, and I lift my butt high in the air as Kyle explodes inside me. He kisses me on the right shoulder and grabs the broken tap.

  “Looks like the job for a handyman,” he says.

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  Chapter 5

  He’s back in his jeans and fixing the tap. I’m dressed now too and sit on the countertop watching those hands of his go to work on an inanimate object instead of me.

  “You want to stay for something to eat?” I ask him purely out of the blue.

  I know it’s not part of the fantasy, but after he’s played a real handyman, it’s the least I can do. He looks up at me, and it’s at that point I wonder if he’s seeing someone or has a girlfriend. No, surely he wouldn’t have gone along with the whole fantasy thing if he does.

  “I’d be happy to, and I’m feeling hungry.”

  I slid down from the top. “I’ll go make us some sandwiches if that’s okay with you.”

  “Perfect with me and I’ll just finish up here.”

  I’m humming a tune as I get out the bread and mayonnaise from the fridge as Kyle walks back in.

  “All done and the tap’s as good as new.”

  “Thank you and how much do I owe you?”

  We both laugh.

  “I’m sure we can find some way for you to pay me.”

  He winks at me.

  I finish making the sandwiches and place them on two plates. I grab a bag of chips from the cupboard, and Kyle and I sit at my kitchen table.

  “These are good,” says Kyle after he’s taken the first bite.

  I smile because the filling is just ham and cheese. Kyle’s always been a sweet guy.

  “So what did you end up studying?” he asks out of the blue. “If I remember you were going to be a nurse.”

  My mouth’s full, so I shake my head instead of giving him a verbal response. “I decided to study web design,” I say as soon as I’ve swallowed the food.

  “That’s fun. Everyone needs a website these days.”

  “Are you still working for Denton Corporation?” I ask him.

  “Sure am but I now own the company.”

  I smile, and I’m happy for him because
I know he put in long hours.

  “And you’re never remarried?” I ask him.

  “Nope, live all by myself and no, I don’t have a girlfriend, haven’t been out on a date in forever. Can’t remember the last time I fucked a woman, well apart from you.”

  He touches the back of my hand, and I’m happy that he thinks of me as a woman.

  Kyle runs his hand up under the hem of my skirt and up my thigh. I haven’t bothered to put my panties back on. Maybe I’ve been hoping for something like this to happen.

  He looks me in the eye while inching his fingers up to my mound. I spread my legs for him and allow him to explore my folds and clit. His fingers are cold, my pussy warm as they circle my sex. He teases me, having me think he’s going to put his finger on my channel but then he doesn’t.

  I lean over and kiss him. His tongue plays with mine as he pushes his finger inside me. I wrap my arms around him and without either of us saying anything he’s suddenly pushed everything off the table. I hear a few things smash, but I’m not worried about it. Kyle has lifted me up and placed me on the table.

  He takes out a condom from his jeans, places it on my thigh before removing his pants, and I watch in anticipation as he sheaths himself. I brace myself for the introduction of his cock into my pussy and soon the two of us are thrusting and grinding on the tabletop. It’s creaking and moving. I got it secondhand at a garage sale, and I hope it holds up to our weight and gyrations.

  I lift my legs up and overlap them across Kyle’s butt. The muscles in his biceps stand out, and I trace them with my fingers while feeling my pussy tingle. I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensation. My orgasm is building, and I’m coming fast this time. I sit up slightly and grab Kyle. I cry out as he thrusts harder and harder. He pants faster, and soon his release fills me just as one of the legs of the table gives way. We roll and tumble onto the floor, all the time laughing like school kids.

  “Another job for a handyman,” says Kyle. He glances up at the clock. “I have to get back on a conference call but how about I come back tomorrow and do more handyman stuff?”

  “How am I ever going to pay you?” I ask him.

  “I’m sure we can work something out.”

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  Chapter 6

  I woke this morning and pinched myself. It hurt, and I finally convinced myself all the things I thought were just a dream are actually real. Kyle texted me to say he’d be by around six p.m. to fix whatever I need repairing.

  He’s five minutes late, and when I open the door to him, I’m bold and pull him into my condo by the front of his t-shirt.

  Once inside we kiss.

  “I like this robe,” he says, pulling on the belt. It opens up, and I’m naked underneath.

  “I’m having problems in my bedroom,” I tell him. I drop the robe, turn and hope that he’s following me along the hallway to my room.

  I climb onto the bed and lay there looking up at him.

  “I think I know what the problem is and I can fix it.”

  He climbs on the mattress with me, pushes my legs apart and begins kisses them. He starts at my toes, planting ticklish smooches on them. My ankles are next for his attention, and then my calves.

  My thighs are ticklish too and then his mouth is on my mound, and I draw in my breath. Is he going to do what I think? I’ve never had oral sex performed on me before but I don’t want to tell him that. He pushes my legs farther apart and then his tongue and lips make contact with my clit.

  Kyle flicks his tongue against it, and I quiver. Kyle holds my thighs in place, and he flicks around my sex a few times before pushing his tongue inside me.

  Oh my god, if I’d known how good this was I would have begged past boyfriends to do this to me.

  I wonder if I’ll come and then the stirring in my pussy tells me, oh yeah, I’m going to.

  I relax back on the pillow pound the mattress with clenched fists as my orgasm builds and builds. I’m about to tell him I can hardly stand another flick of his tongue but then he does it anyway, and I find release, and I love it.

  I roll over onto my side, and soon a naked Kyle is behind me. His hard cock pressing into my right butt cheek. He lets it snake into my crack and then he lifts my leg up and slides into me. He holds me tight as he thrusts and grunts.

  I think he says my name, but I’m not sure. I relax back into his arms, and he puts his hand to the front of my body and massages my clit.

  I’m getting spoiled, and I know soon this fantasy has to end. I’m sad, but the sensation in my body brightens my mood again. I shake because I’m going to have a double orgasm very soon. My clit is the first to respond, and I call out. My pussy climax is next, and I think I’m going to faint from too much pleasure.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come,” Kyle whispers to me.

  I don’t feel him find release but I sense he’s on his back and I have just the thing for some more fun before this adventure ends. I lean over to the bedside table and pull out the handcuffs I got last year to use on a boyfriend who ended up cheating on me. I clip one around Kyle’s wrist and one to my own.

  He bursts out laughing before rolling me over onto my back. I’m going to miss his laughter as well as all the great sex. Kyle pushes my legs apart and slowly introduces his cock to my pussy.

  We are both carried away with the moment as our bodies slam into one another, sweat, perspiration, and the smell of our arousal fills the air as the bed creaks. The handcuff chuffs my wrist, but I like the fact that we’re joined together. I only wish this was all for real. Kyle's chest slides over mine as he thrusts harder until we both finally enjoy releases within seconds of one another.

  Kyle pulls out of me and then turns onto his back. He tugs on the handcuff until I’m close to him. He holds his chest as if something’s suddenly very wrong. At first, I think he’s messing with me, but suddenly he’s lost the color in his cheeks.

  “Could you reach into my jean pocket because my pills are in there and I…” he manages to whisper, but after that, he grows silent.

  I quickly undo my handcuff and rush over to his jeans. He’s not messing with me because the bottle of pills is in there. I look at the prescription and note that they’re the same kind my grandma takes for her heart condition.

  I look across at Kyle, he’s still, and all I can think about is dialing 911.

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  Chapter 7

  I’m embarrassed as I sit in the hallway of the hospital waiting for Mia to come out and tell me how her father is doing. I couldn’t get the handcuff off him, and I lost the key, and I could see the staff in the ER grinning as they wheeled him in. I’m sure they see this sort of thing all the time, but it’s mortifying when you’re the one who has to explain what happened.

  “What were you doing at the time?” the nurse had asked me.

  Fucking I’d wanted to say, but I toned it down somewhat. Mia is his next of kin, so she was summoned. I didn’t have a chance to speak with her when she arrived because she rushed to be with her father.

  I hear footsteps and look up to see Mia heading toward me with her large bump pushing against the knit jacket she’s wearing. She’s no longer a blonde but has dark hair just like her father. I guess I deserve the telling off she’s going to give me for getting her father get involved in what some might consider kink, but all I can think about is Kyle.

  “Is he going to be okay? I ask before she even reaches me.

  “He’s fine, and he’s resting comfortably, and the best news is they finally cut the handcuff off him.”

  I turn red. I know I have because my cheeks and neck burn.

  “Hey, it’s great to see you again Maddie. I should have phoned you when I got back to town but what with the rushed wedding and all, and now this pregnancy, I just didn’t have time.”

  She throws her arms around me, and we hug as best we can despite her belly keeping us a foot apart. Is this a sign that she’s not mad with me or is the telling off about to
happen?

  “I had no idea you two have been dating. Dad said he ran into you in the coffee shop and you’ve been seeing one another ever since.”

  Kyle is the sweetest guy in the world. Only he would lie to his own daughter to save me from such embarrassment.

  “And you don’t mind?” I ask her.

  She shakes her head. “He was pretty depressed when he and mom went their separate ways. He works so much he doesn’t have time for a social life, so I’m thrilled he’s finally found someone to date. The doctor thinks it was his depression that started the whole heart condition thing.”

  “So he’s not seriously ill or had a heart attack?” I ask her.

  She shakes her head. “I think it’s an irregular heartbeat that acts up when he over exerts himself.”

  I blush again, and Mia puts her hand on my arm.

  “He’s been asking for you so why don’t you go and visit with him while I go grab us some sandwiches and we can catch up on old times. Oh, and you have to come to the baby shower next month.”

  “I’d love to.”

  I walk to the room and see Kyle sitting watching TV.

  He smiles and holds out his hand to me and beckons me over. I sit on the side of the bed.

  “Thank you so much for telling Mia that we’re dating. I know you don’t like lying to her, so that means a lot to me.”

  “I would never lie to Mia.”

  I look up at him.

  “We did run into one another in the coffee shop, and we’ve been seeing one another, and if you don’t mind dating an older guy with a rickety heartbeat, then how about we go out to dinner next weekend?”

  I smile at him. “Sounds like it would be perfect.”

  “We might have to tone things down with the handyman act, though. And next time you use those handcuffs we’re going to make sure we have the key.”

  We both burst out laughing. Mia returns with drinks and sandwiches.