Handy is a Man
I had predicted, in my mind, that he was going to approach me the next day and I totally nailed the excuse that he ended up having to talk to me again. I was sitting out on my porch, with my robe very loosely hanging off of my shoulders, sipping some tea and reading the paper, but I refused to look up at him even as I heard him huffing up the sidewalk. Then I acted surprised to see him, we exchanged “good mornings”, and he stammered through some small talk, distracted by a full-on look at my panties and bra, on the way to his big line. He asked me to let him know if I needed any work done around the house or on my property, telling me he was very handy. It was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes since I just knew he was going to say that.
That’s when I let him know, with the bat of my eyelashes and an innocent smile, that my husband was often gone and that I would certainly take him up on that, but I didn’t allude to anything current. He then started looking around, trying to find something that needed work, but the lawn had just been cut and the hedges were recently trimmed. I could tell he was desperate to help himself by helping me, lol, but he could find nothing, so I finally put my hand on his knee and told him that I would really try hard to find something for him to do.
Immediately, the goosebumps popped up on his skin and his cock got rock hard and he blushed and stuttered his acknowledgement. I told him to have a great day, he reciprocated, and then tripped down the stairs and barely stayed on his feet as the image of my curling red-painted toes kept him from looking forward before he lurched down the sidewalk. I had to stifle a hearty laugh and just waved bye to him with a flirty knowing look on my face. This guy was just about at the breaking point and I had him right where I wanted him.