Title: The Carpenter Author: Anne Summary: A short story by Anne Keywords MFI had just moved into my first home. I got lucky and found a home that offered everything I wanted. It had two bedrooms with a bath and half. First floor washing and dryer. Large kitchen and front room with a small dinning area with that.
There was a enclosed back porch with screens and windows. A nice backyard that offered privacy. I love to sun bath and not all the time with clothes. The house needed some work in the kitchen and front room. The rest of the house was great. Just wanted to repaint . I had been looking for a handyman and who was not going to charge me an arm and leg for repairs.
I found a couple of numbers at the store where I shop and called and set up appointment to see if I could find someone I felt comfortable with.
One was to show up Friday afternoon and the other early Saturday morning. The Friday did not show and that left me to the one on Saturday. He showed up on time and was very helpful. He told me he only worked weekends and that he was a policeman the rest of the week. That was so how comforting to me. I know you do not have to say a word. He is a cop. But , he was gentlemen and told me up front what the deal was. He quoted a price that I could afford and was on time for his appointment.
The following weekend he was to be there Saturday morning for the repairs. He was there Eight sharp in the morning. I let him in and he took a list to the hardware store to get what I needed. He asked if I wanted to also go and I could change anything if I didn't like what it was. I said sure.
As we got to the hardware store I found a couple of other things I would like to do to the house. He told me to slow down and I am forgetting the labor with this. I laughed and told him I will.
On the way back to my house we stopped at a drive thou for coffee. I laughed and told him I know how to make coffee. He smiled and told me I had one up on his sister.
After getting back to the house I left to go shopping at the corner store for food. I told him I would be right back. I did the shopping and came home. I had stopped and pick up some hamburgers and fires for the two of us.
He told me thank you and he was hunger. We got a chance to talk. I told him my name was Lucy and he told me to call him Jim. From the work he had done already he was good. He knows his business. I asked him how did he get interested in this, he smiled and told me his dad was a contractor and that he was always working with his dad through out school.
At the end of the first day we bit goodnight and he said he would be back tomorrow for a fresh start. I told him fine and that I was getting things done in the rest of the house. I was looking forward to Sunday.
As morning came and Eight sharp he was there. He came in and went straight to work. I made fresh coffee. He was happy. He told me I made good coffee. We worked side by side during this day. The kitchen was looking up and I was happy. I was surprised at how much time things took and there is still more to go.
Jim left for the week and told me he would come back next Saturday. I told him same time same place. He laughed as he waived on his was to his car.
I found myself thinking about him during the week. He is cute and I wanted to see him in his uniform. I just didn't think how the best way that would be. I was going towards the town to go shopping for things for the house. Not paying attention I parked my car and left. When I got back there was a note on my car. Told me how lucky I was that it was Jim and he called it in and told everyone not to ticket me. I was new and parked in the wrong place. But it wasn't marked . I thought that is why you didn't give me a ticket. Well , to my surprise it was posted on a light poll and was up a little higher and I didn't see it. So he did give me a break. I will have to tease him when I see him. Just then a cop car pulled up and out stepped a policeman . Great I thought he I will get a ticket. As I let my window down and turned with my information I looked up and saw Jim. How handsome he looked in his uniform. Good enough to eat. He tells me that I should not park there anymore and next time I will get a ticket. He tips his hat and tells me I will see you later my dear. I had to giggle. Now , you know I was looking forward to Saturday morning.
It was a long hard week and finally Saturday came. I was like a school girl getting ready for the man I adore to show up. I didn't even know if he had a wife or girlfriend. Was he close to my age, if not then what.
There he was Eight sharp and with breakfast with him. I had the coffee and he bought the bake goods. He tells me he hopes I don't mind but, he has a weakness for bake goods. I was thinking I will keep that in mind. We got started on the walls in the front room. The paint was nice. I love bright colors and this was a deep red that was being applied. I didn't think it would work but, it was. The room was large enough to handle it. The room had lots of window also to break up the red. So the drapes will be the attention in the room. I have to admit he is good. I had paint on my hair, arms and legs. He laughed at me for I looked like I was trying to paint myself. Well, in a way I was. He tried to wipe it off but , it was too late it had dried. He tells me its time for a shower. He picks me up and take me into the shower. Clothes and all I was laughing so hard. I got undressed and so did he. He took the shampoo and put it in my hair. Washing it so gentle. Getting the paint off. Then he took a cloth and washed my arms and legs to rid of the paint there. Soon he was washing all my body parts. As he kisses me and my breast. I felt my heart beating fast. I didn't care if he never stopped. I started to wash him. It wasn't that long and he had a hard cock that was going to need attention. I took soap and rolled my hands over his dick. In between times a suck or two that let him know I was there. I am petite and he pulled me up on to his body. Letting me slide down on to his prick. It had been so long for me that I was already cumming for him. He didn't stop , he just kept working my pussy. I moaned and held him tight to my breast. I wasn't going to let him go. When he did let me down he turned me around and teased me with his dick so I would beg him to give it to me. Never putting it all the way in.
Finally, we got out of the shower and he threw me on to the bed as he laid on top of me and spread my legs. Feeling the wet water on both of us. He gets between my legs and starts to fuck me again. I moaned every time he pushed hard inside of me. I felt myself starting to cum again and quiver. At this point he drew me up close to him as he gave one last hard push. He loaded me with his cum and as it ran down my thighs he kissed me hard. My nipples were still hard and as he kissed them I felt my pussy throbbing to each suck. He whispered into my ear how exciting that made him feel. He loves that. How tender his touch is after we have had sex. He takes care to let you know that he is still interesting in knowing my body.
As we laid back on the bed , I asked him what was he doing Sunday. He laughed and told he would finish the painting and I can get dinner. Then we will have a replay of today. I smiled and felt my face blush. I didn't want him to think I did this all the time. But , I couldn't say a word. He looked at me and told me that he didn't think this is what I did all the time. I asked him how did he know. It was easy , your are still tight and that means you haven't had sex in a long time. That means you prefer a steady partner. I told him yes. He explains that he would rather have a steady partner and that he is looking forward to a full time relationship. Would I be interested. I told him yes and that we needed to spend time together to see if we like each other as much as the sex. He laughed and told me I was right. But, did that mean no sex for now. I smiled and told him it meant sex forever.
So as time went by we found out how much we did have in common and how we both love sex. We spent years seeing how we got along somehow we just never got married. Didn't seem to be any point in it. We like what we had and saw no need in a paper to tell us to love one another.
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