"This is going to sound like the intro to a dodgy porn movie, but bear with me...
She straightened the bed, made sure the room looked tidy and welcoming, hiding the little embarrassing day to day things (deodorant spray, face cream) in drawers, whilst leaving a few sexy hints casually around the room...a bright red lipstick by the mirror, a delicate lacy bra she had carelessly 'forgotten' to put away...little hints of her femininity, and her sexuality.
She looked in the mirror at her carefully straightened hair, the face with more makeup on than she would normally wear, casual yet revealing clothes with a hint of hot pink lingerie peeking out from her plunging neckline. She sighed and shook her head at herself – why was she doing this? He was an old friend, coming to do her a favour by sorting out some light fittings in her bedroom. She'd known him for a while, exchanged lingering looks and occasionally downright flirted with him, but nothing had ever happened. She had no reason to believe anything would, or even if he might like something to...but still...
He knocked at the door and she let him in, not sure whether to hug him or not. She decided to, but it was a little awkward as he had his toolbox in one hand, so she didn't get much of a hug back. She felt embarrassed then, and blushed fiercely, stepping back, clearing her throat and saying “Hi, erm, it's upstairs...” then led the way.
She wondered, as she strode up the steep steps, if he was looking at her legs, her arse, maybe trying to look up her skirt. She resisted an urge to look over her shoulder to see if he was.
They got up to her bedroom and she pointed at the lights, which felt stupid, considering it was obvious where they were! She offered him a drink, which he accepted, so she made her way back down to the kitchen to make him a coffee whilst he got started on his work.
When she came back up, he'd taken off his coat and the jumper he'd had on underneath, revealing his tall slim body which she took a moment to admire before handing him his coffee. She looked around and didn't really know what to do with herself, felt in the way, and was about to head back downstairs when he said “Hang on, why don't you stay up here and keep me company?”.
“Oh, I don't want to get in your way” she said, gesturing at the chair which was quite near to the light fitting, “but I suppose I could sit on the bed...”
He smiled and nodded and turned back to his work. She climbed onto the bed and sat not too far away from where his rather lovely arse was at roughly eye level to her...she watched the way his body moved as he stretched up to reach the fitting, and was rather pleased when he bent to get something from his toolbox....she wanted to reach out and touch him but didn't dare. He'd given no indication that he was interested in her, she didn't want to end up feeling like an idiot.
To remove temptation, she scooted further back on the bed and rested against the headboard and admired the view from a distance. Watched the way the muscles in his forearms contracted, noticed how delicate he was with his fingers when he was doing something tricky...and actually, how long his fingers were, how big his hands were...she felt herself getting quite turned on watching him and imagining those strong hands and gentle fingers on her, in her...
He hadn't turned around to look at her at all yet, so she thought she could probably get away with moving her hand up her leg, under her skirt, and between her legs where she was warm and smooth. All the way to the top, she was shocked to discover how wet she'd got from watching him. She used one finger to softly rub her clit, and continued to watch him. Imagining her legs locked around his waist, her hands all over him. Thinking about kissing those strong broad shoulders. Thinking about his hand between her legs, touching, rubbing....she got carried away and let out a gasp of pleasure before quickly clamping her hand over her mouth.
It was too late though, he'd heard her. He stole a glance over his shoulder and caught her eye, causing her to blush bright red before he turned away again. She was simultaneously excited, ashamed, and disappointed. But the way he'd looked at her...maybe there was something there....
She moved further down the bed again, meaning to sit where she had before, and was on her hands and knees with her faces inches from him when he suddenly turned around and she found herself face to face with a very hard cock being restrained by his trousers. She traced her gaze up his body until she was looking straight into his eyes and he was looking into hers and they stayed like that for what seemed like a long time...then the stillness was broken by him dropping his screwdriver on the floor and reaching forward to push her onto her back on the bed, his lips pressing against hers, his whole body on top of hers, kissing and touching and pushing against each other, still fully dressed and desperately trying to get into each others clothes.
She could feel her heart racing, her breath quickening, and was so caught up in the moment. Usually a submissive sort of girl, she found herself pushing him over onto his back and straddling him so she could sit up and pull her own clothes off, not feeling at all self conscious. She saw his eyes move over her body and felt his cock throbbing through his trousers. She wanted him naked too, to see and feel him. She moved off him and sat back. Usually she'd take delight in undressing a man, but she felt a little different today. She'd liked the feeling of being on top of him, of pinning him down whilst she undressed herself. She thought maybe she'd see where it went...
“Stand up and take your clothes off” she said to him. He looked a little puzzled but was compliant, removing his shoes and socks first, his t-shirt, his trousers, then stood in front of her, cock barely concealed by his boxer shorts. “And those”, she demanded, gesturing at the underwear.
He looked a bit shy as he slowly pulled them down, his cock springing free, then he stepped out of them and stood in front of her, completely exposed. If he was shy, his cock certainly was not.
“Stand in front of me, by the bed” she said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed herself. His cock was only an inch from her lips and the temptation to open her mouth wide and see how far she could take it was immense.
Instead she looked up at him as she stuck out her tongue and slowly teased the tip of his cock with it, gently licking, then kissing the head of his cock all over. Then she left a trail of big, wet kisses all down his shaft before moving back to the top to kiss the tip again. She looked up at him to see him transfixed, watching her on his cock, almost begging with his eyes for her to wrap her lips around him. With a wicked little glint in her eye, she took the head of his cock in her mouth and slowly inched down until she could feel him pushing at her throat. A little adjustment and he was filling her throat, she could hear him gasping with pleasure and surprise, and she couldn't breathe, but loved the feeling it gave her. His hands moved to hold her head in place and he started to fuck her mouth. She grabbed his wrists and moved them away, held them at his sides, and kept his cock in her throat as long as she could before she had to move, pulling back and taking a deep breath.
She laid back on the bed, breathing heavily, as he stayed stood up looking slightly dazed like he was wondering what was happening. Sensing that he may need some direction, she moved her hand between her legs, opened her legs wide for him to see, and breathed “Lick me, now” at him. He didn't need asking twice and was on his knees with his face buried in her dripping wet pussy in seconds. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face closer to her, feeling him licking and nibbling her clit hungrily. She moved her hips, feeling herself getting closer to cumming, and was sent over the edge when he pushed two fingers into her and rubbed deep inside as he was licking. Her orgasm spread through her body filling every inch of her with pleasure, her cunt tightening around his fingers and her fingers tightening their grip on his hair, not letting him stop, not until she was finished.
Feeling satisfied, for now, she released her grip on him and asked him to take a step back. She knelt in front of him and sucked him again, moving her lips up and down the length of his cock, occasionally taking him into her throat and getting him closer and closer to cumming, then stopping, teasing him. Sometimes he would wrap his own hand around his cock and the sight of it turned her on so much she decided she knew what she wanted.
“Make yourself cum, all over me” she demanded. He eagerly took hold of his throbbing cock and worked his hand up and down it, as she said things to him about how much she wanted it – to be covered in his hot sticky cum, to feel it shooting all over her face, her tits, feel it dripping down her, to lick it off. It wasn't long before he was moaning with pleasure and cumming all over the woman on her knees in front of him. She was amazed at how much there was, it just went on and on. When he finally stopped, and she felt truly covered in him, she used her tongue to clean the tip of his cock and taste his delicious cum.
Already she was thinking about any other jobs she might need help with around the house..."