Once a year, I get a warning from my landlord that the fire inspector will be by to have a quick look around. He’s usually an overweight middle-age man with a wedding band. He’ll come in, check to see if my smoke and carbon monoxide alarms are all working, and that’s that. As someone who loves to role play with kinky lovers, I’ve always had the handyman guy fantasy. I like to fantasize about the fire inspector being some young stud, but alas he never is… or should I say was!
A month ago, I got the usual reminder that the fire inspector would be by the following day. Even though I wasn’t expecting my fantasy to come true, I dressed the part. There’s no harm in flirting with a man who isn’t getting any at home. As it was the morning, I wore my short nightie, with a long cardigan hanging over to reveal a little cleavage.
The knock on the door came. When I opened it, there was my landlord, with a very handsome young stud! I pinched my cardigan shut (and myself!) before showing them in. My landlord waited at the door while I showed the inspector back to my bedroom. The smoke alarm just happens to be directly above my bed! He asked if I would mind standing on the bed to press its button (to demonstrate that it works) as he still had his work boots on. I wanted him to press my button, and happily obliged.
When I stretched up with my fingertips to reach the alarm, I could feel my nightie climbing up my thighs. I glanced over to catch his gaze move from my legs up to my eyes. We both smiled. He checked a few things on his clipboard before leaving. I closed the door and felt a warm tingling between my legs. Just that small interaction made me wet! I sighed and put the kettle on for tea. I thought that was that, until I heard a knock on the door ten minutes later. It was him!
He was alone and said he thought he’d forgotten his pencil… in my bedroom! I knew it was a ploy as his pencil was carefully nuzzled behind his left ear. Follow me, I said. He obeyed and once inside my bedroom, we exchanged a look that said we were both down for what was about to happen! He threw me on the bed, and I grabbed him by the belt. I undid it quickly and yanked down his pants. “Fuck me with your boots on!” I commanded. His shirt came off and I ran my fingers through his hairy chest. He was hung and was inside me before I could shout: “Fire!” He pulled out in time to come on my belly and drizzle a little from his hose into my mouth. Ten minutes later he was gone.
There was nothing romantic about the encounter. We didn’t even kiss. It was just pure animal magnetism. I still can’t believe that my fantasy came true!
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