Humped Hard by the Handyman 1

A Sensual Tale of Hot Younger Woman, Older Man Stranger Sex

Jenny had nowhere else to turn. A very young single mom, she could barely make ends meet when she found herself without a working stove or air conditioning, so she decided to try something she had seen on Craigslist.

Jenny put a listing there, asking if a repairman would be willing to do work for her in exchange for one-time sex. She found it humiliating, but with summer coming and a young son to take care of, she saw no other way.

She chose Jim from literally dozens of offers, and he was quite the gentleman, repairing not only the stove and AC, but taking care of a few other smaller jobs around her house – at no extra charge, he said.

Then came time for payment, and Jenny learned Jim had very definite alternative uses for some of his handyman tools…uses that turned her body into a quivering, confusing mass of exciting, arousing sensations in this steamy tale of eroticism, stranger intimacy, and desire.

Here's an excerpt so you can see what's inside…

Jenny looked up at him, waiting, but no offer to forget the whole thing was forthcoming. Instead, he held her face in his cupped hand, leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

Jenny shivered, not from some bolt of passion running through her, but because she was suddenly unnerved, and appalled at what she had agreed to do, what she was about to do. Hell, she hadn't had sex in three years – unless you count playing with yourself – so the very idea had her on edge. He kissed harder, his tongue playing along her lips, one hand gently against her hip.

“Wait,” she said, pulling away.

Jim leaned against the wall, crossed his arms. His face had an expression she would best describe as bemused.

“It’s okay, little lady,” – that was the term he had used on her since their first meeting – “I’m a little nervous, too.”

Nervous hardly described the emotions going through her head at the moment. Mortified came to mind. Certifiably crazy was another term.

“I’m…I just…” Jenny didn’t know what.

Jim pushed off from the wall – Jenny flinched when he did – then he stepped to his tool bag, rummaged around in that a bit, then pulled a small, bright orange battery-operated screw-driver. It was shaped like a small hand gun, complete with a trigger he could press to send the little screw bit at the end of the barrel twirling.

Now Jenny grew nervous. She didn’t like the look of that long screw bit.

“Don’t get scared on me,” Jim said. “I just think this’ll go easier if we can get past the awkward first touches, get you all hot and excited right off the bat. Then you won’t have to think about what you’re doing, we can just act.”

He loosened the part of the barrel which held the screw bit, took out the bit. He pulled the trigger – the hole where the bit had been whirred, but there was nothing projecting from it. “This little thing…” he said, stepping toward her.

Jenny stepped back, but found herself against the wall, Jim now inches from her.

“…this little thing vibrates a great deal,” he finished. Without warning he reached down with the screwdriver, pushed the smooth plastic top right up against her and pulled the trigger.

Jenny gasped before she thought to control her reaction. The vibration was so abrupt, so startling, that a powerful surge of stimulation rolled through her body...