The Repairman
nov. 2011 · Boruma Publishing
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Chrissy was pretty annoyed when her dishwasher stopped working...until Steve, the repairman, arrived to fix it. He was seriously well-built, and good with his hands. Would he be just as good between the sheets? Or maybe...even better?
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?I?m going to make some coffee,? she said, leading the way into the kitchen. ?You want a cup??
She could feel his eyes traveling over her slender back as he followed close behind. It wasn?t an uncomfortable feeling; she enjoyed it when an attractive man looked at her appreciatively. The thin silk robe cut off just above her knees, offering him a fine view of her long tanned legs. And it was just translucent enough to tease without promising, to hint at the secrets hidden beneath without actually revealing them. It was a flimsy wisp of cobweb designed to drive men mad.
The rich scent of coffee filled the kitchen as she sat at the table and watched him. His movements were quick, competent. She found that she enjoyed watching him tinker with wrench and screwdriver. His shoulders were broad and his hips were narrow. She began to wonder, as she sipped her coffee and the sleepy haze cleared from her brain, whether he was as good in bed as he was at his job.
It wasn?t an entirely unexpected thought. Chrissy liked men, and she liked sex. Her last boyfriend had called her a shameless tramp because she liked anything and everything. Didn?t matter where, or when, or how. Or who, she thought, taking a closer look at the man kneeling on her kitchen floor. Making it with a stranger could be even more exciting than doing it with a long-time lover.
Right now he was trying to concentrate on the dishwasher, but she knew that he was vibrantly aware of her. He kept finding excuses to turn back around. She could feel his furtive glances at her long legs, at the lacy hem of her robe, at the deep vee between her breasts where her satiny robe parted.
Maybe that stupid dishwasher was going to be good for something, after all. She especially loved having sex in the morning, when she was still feeling lazy and rumpled from sleep. Morning sex with a horny stranger was the most exciting combination she could imagine. Especially if he was decently built.ÿ
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?I?m going to make some coffee,? she said, leading the way into the kitchen. ?You want a cup??
She could feel his eyes traveling over her slender back as he followed close behind. It wasn?t an uncomfortable feeling; she enjoyed it when an attractive man looked at her appreciatively. The thin silk robe cut off just above her knees, offering him a fine view of her long tanned legs. And it was just translucent enough to tease without promising, to hint at the secrets hidden beneath without actually revealing them. It was a flimsy wisp of cobweb designed to drive men mad.
The rich scent of coffee filled the kitchen as she sat at the table and watched him. His movements were quick, competent. She found that she enjoyed watching him tinker with wrench and screwdriver. His shoulders were broad and his hips were narrow. She began to wonder, as she sipped her coffee and the sleepy haze cleared from her brain, whether he was as good in bed as he was at his job.
It wasn?t an entirely unexpected thought. Chrissy liked men, and she liked sex. Her last boyfriend had called her a shameless tramp because she liked anything and everything. Didn?t matter where, or when, or how. Or who, she thought, taking a closer look at the man kneeling on her kitchen floor. Making it with a stranger could be even more exciting than doing it with a long-time lover.
Right now he was trying to concentrate on the dishwasher, but she knew that he was vibrantly aware of her. He kept finding excuses to turn back around. She could feel his furtive glances at her long legs, at the lacy hem of her robe, at the deep vee between her breasts where her satiny robe parted.
Maybe that stupid dishwasher was going to be good for something, after all. She especially loved having sex in the morning, when she was still feeling lazy and rumpled from sleep. Morning sex with a horny stranger was the most exciting combination she could imagine. Especially if he was decently built.ÿ
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Becca Sinh is the award-winning author of ?The Hazard Chronicles? and ?The Promise Papers.?ÿ She lives with her twin sister, Tani, and her two cousins, Alan and Roger, in the wilds of beautiful Montana.
Please visit www.carnal-pleasures.com for a full list of the erotic stories and anthologies she has published.
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