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³Carpet Laid² (1F)
Written 09/97 by artie - comments and constructive criticism welcome
(C) Copyright 1997, All Rights Reserved

Authorıs note: Iıve posted two versions of this story, identified as (1F)
and (1M). They are not part 1 and part 2, but rather represent the first
person female, and the first person male forms. If Iım ever satisfied with
it, I may post the third person version, but donıt hold your breath.

This is a work of fiction, meant for adults. If you are not an adult, or
are offended by stories with sexual content, read something else. Likewise,
if all youıre looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably
read something else.

   *

   How I found him was incredible. I was just moving in to my new place.
The wood floors had been finished three days ago, then came the whirlwind
of movers and boxes, and that day was the carpet for the exercise/massage
room.

   Iıd wanted a particular carpet and installation for the room, and while
the flooring company my general contractor used was good, he wasnıt up to
what I wanted. I went to a specialty chain, and ordered what I wanted. They
came highly recommended, and the sales staff at least lived up to the
recommendations.

   I got a call from the installer, Jeff, about two hours before he was
supposed to arrive. I had an instant feeling of dread, but was very
pleasantly surprised when he asked if he could start early. Of course!

   A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find this
gorgeous hunk standing on my step holding a carpet sample in his hand. His
mouth dropped open. I was wearing sweats- not too tight, but still good
enough to stop him in his tracks. I pulled him in and closed the door
behind him. Just my luck, I thought, a gorgeous body with no brain
attached.

   He was holding the sample and the order sheet in his hand; I took them
from him, glanced over them and headed upstairs, telling him to follow me.
Brains or not, with him following me up the stairs, I put a little extra in
my hips on the way.

   I showed him the room; I had clearly marked the walls that were to get
partial cover and the wall that was to be fully covered. I went over things
clearly and carefully, expecting the worst. He managed to say ³OK, Iıll get
started.²

   I watched as he took his tools and materials upstairs. He was wearing a
denim shirt with a T-shirt underneath and Leviıs with no belt. I liked the
way he moved.

   I was working upstairs unpacking the guest room when I got my first
surprise. I heard him say ³Wow!², and stuck my head in the door to
investigate. Iıll never forget what he said.

   ³You had a superb builder. This room is almost perfectly square, which
Iıve found to be the exception rather than the rule for construction in the
last decade.²

   I was genuinely startled to hear this language; Iım not sure what I said
in response, but he blushed. I went over to him and apologized, telling him
I had taken him to be a carpet layer and was surprised by such eloquence.

   He then proceeded to tell me he was a college grad working on his MBA,
and related to the owner of the store. He did installation work during the
summer and focused on driving their competitors into the ground during the
school year. The reevaluation that went on between my ears was fast, but
the reaction from between my legs was faster; I was wet. I had to work hard
to control myself, especially when he asked if I minded him working in his
T-shirt. Not at all!

   I tried to leave the room casually. Then I raced to my bedroom and dug
through my bags. I stuffed three condoms into the pocket of my sweats. I
rummaged boxes downstairs and got a bottle of my favorite scented massage
oil and a couple of towels and placed them in the closet just outside the
door where he was working.

   I listened to him working, looking in from across the hall every so
often. Wow, brains and a body- I was going to get him, and I had some ideas
on just how to do it.

   I worked downstairs for a while, and gradually the noise upstairs
diminished, so I went up to check. I walked in the room and was very
impressed. Even though I hadnıt called for it, he had put chair rail height
carpet on the narrow wall sections on either side of the mirrored closet
doors. I closed the door a bit and peeked behind it- he had even put a
strip of carpet on the two inch wide strip of wall between the door
moulding and the corner! I was very impressed and I told him so.

   He was on his hands and knees whacking something with a knee, setting
the carpet. He looked back to me with a big smile, and I told him how
pleased I was with his work. Body, brains, and a good worker. What more
could you ask for?

   Well, you can ask for the Goddess to smile on your plans and give you an
easy path. Thatıs what happened next.

   He gave the thing another whack with his knee, and I saw him grimace in
pain and grab his back. Thank you, Goddess!

   Luckily, the therapist in me took over as I rushed to him, taking him to
the middle of the room and getting him down on his stomach. I asked if his
back hurt; he told me it did- I could see that it did. My hands found the
spot; his gasp confirmed it.

   His face was twisted in pain; it was good he couldnıt see that I was
smiling. I told him to take a deep breath, and the big dummy took a deep,
fast one that must have really hurt. I didnıt laugh; I just told him to
take a very sloooow deeeeep breath, hold it for a moment, and then let it
out. As he exhaled, I pressed on the errant muscle. I could tell this had
helped. I repeated this a few times and relaxed that spot. I grabbed a
couple pieces of excess padding, folded them up, and put them under his
tremendous shoulders. That lifted him up enough so I could straighten his
head.

   I started massaging his back and told him to just relax. The therapist
in me was now in synch with the part of me that wanted him deep in a trance
and deep inside me; I started my induction. I had him focus on the
relaxation, relaxing with my hands, each breath, my voice. After I saw the
large muscle groups relax and his breathing shift; I started him counting
back from 100.

I kept up my massage and the induction. Even though working on the floor is
a great deal harder than working with someone on a table, I was enjoying
it. He was in good shape, but I could tell he didnıt get this kind of
attention from the way his muscles felt.

I took a chance; I ran out and grabbed the oil and towels (I didnıt want to
stain my brand new carpet- at least not with massage oil). I talked him out
of his shirt. (I had also stripped down to panties and bra, and let my hair
down.) My hands were shaking a bit as I rolled him to loosen his pants;
originally I just wanted to be able to get to his lower back, but I decided
to go for it and took off his shoes, socks, and pants, and got him
repositioned on a towel. He was in a deep trance.

I started on his back using some oil. The scent was one that usually
excited me. When I first put some on his back, he took a deep breath; heıd
noticed the scent as well. 

I rolled him on to his back and did his chest and shoulders; just the right
amount of chest hair for me. As I massaged him, I gave him a number of
suggestions and set some deep, deep triggers.

I could tell I was losing control of myself; I was sitting on top of him
massaging his chest and shoulders. I was resisting sitting on him and
grinding, but still, in my wet panties and now no bra, I was squeezing him
with my legs. It was time to test my work.

I leaned over him, hands on his shoulders, and woke him. His eyes opened;
he looked a little confused. He smiled at me and started to speak; I spoke
one of his trigger phrases and his eyes fluttered closed. I couldnıt help
it any more; I lowered myself on to him and kissed him. People in deep
trances donıt kiss back; that was the bad news. The good news is that I had
him.

I stripped, and then took off his underwear. God- well built, brains,
skilled worker, well hung, and all mine- a dream come true.

I spoke again, to his body, and got him erect. I was having trouble keeping
my voice under control, and my hands trembled as they caressed him. I held
his cock in both hands and kissed it. I grabbed my sweat pants, took out a
condom, and rolled it on. I talked to his body some more, insuring me of a
good ride.

I couldnıt help myself any more. I swung a leg over him. I told myself Iıd
take him slowly, savoring the experience. I didnıt listen- I started him
into me and took him in quickly and totally. As he slid in to me I gasped.
I closed my eyes, tossed my head back, and rocked on him. I was starting to
think about fingering myself when I felt myself coming. It was tremendous,
and probably loud- I was overdue.

After I stopped shaking, I gazed down on him- I knew he was overdue as
well. I spoke one of his triggers and brought him up to a very light
trance, still under my control, but now aware. I spoke to him and his body,
and felt him underneath me. He writhed, bucked, and moaned as did I. I
caressed him, stimulating him with my hands, as well as the rest of my body
and my voice. My eyes were closed, and the imagery I was weaving affected
me as well. We were both moaning as I felt another climax building. I spoke
another phrase as my orgasm began; I kissed him and felt him come
underneath me.

I kissed him as I felt him sink back down. After resting on him for a
couple of minutes, I slipped off him and lay beside him as the world
continued to spin around. I took him into my bathroom, peeled off his
condom, and had him use the toilet, still in a trance. I led him to my bed
and had him rest while I freshened up and put on some perfume on my body
and hair.

I returned to bed, and talked to his body with mine. Soon he was ready for
another condom. I lay on my back, and brought him on top of me, and into
me.

I woke him. He looked into my eyes and said, practically pleading ³Elaine,
please keep me.²

I smiled and pulled his lips to mine. We wrapped our limbs together. He
buried his head in my hair, kissing, drinking in my scent. He was strong,
yet gentle, and brought me to another wonderful climax, following soon
himself, descending afterwards into sleep as I had instructed him to.

I dozed for a while and woke with him by my side. I offered him a nipple,
which he took and enjoyed. As he held me and we both enjoyed his suckling,
I noticed he was once again erect. I pushed him on his back, and changed
him again.

Then I woke him. He opened his eyes and I laughed as I made love to him
with my breasts, caressing him, feeling him writhe and hearing him moan. I
used a different phrase then, and rode him once more to ecstasy for us
both.

Afterward, as I was still panting, I looked down on him. He smiled and
gently ran his hands over my back. I brushed the hair out of my face and
kissed him. After an eternity, I pulled back. We were both exhausted. I
combed my perfumed hair over my shoulder with a hand, and draped it on his
face. His eyes closed and he inhaled in pleasure. I said ³Sleep² to end a
wonderful evening. I cleaned him up, cleaned myself up, and didnıt remember
hitting the pillow.

I woke first in the morning. I watched him beside me, and thought: The
Goddess smiled on my plans, but She had her own- my trap caught us both.

It was one of those magic moments; as I was watching him, deep in thought,
his eyes opened. He looked at me, smiled, and said ³Please keep me.²

I closed my eyes and hugged him to me. I told him ³Oh yes, donıt worry,
Iıll keep you forever.²

That was seven weeks ago. His classes start in another two weeks. Weıre
going to spend next week in Taos at a massage workshop. He saw the notice
on my desk, and surprised me by asking if that would be a good place for
him to learn.

He is so wonderful, so strong, so gentle. I caught him, but he caught me. I
still use hypnosis occasionally in our lovemaking; he wants it. I know he
wants to ask me to marry him. I think Iıll let him.

END

artie

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