07.14
Chapter one
The knock is timid at the door.
Waiting for this moment has been excruciating, almost more than he could bear. His balls were aching beyond belief, his cock so hard you bounce pennies off it. But it was worth it..this ‘pleasurable pain’ as they call it. The heartpunding anticipation of what was in store for him beyond that door was worth every agonizing second. No money could replace the headrush at this moment.
He could smell her in his mind, in his crotch, in his sweaty palms. Day to day work was drudgery with her on his mind. He HAD to see her…but most importantly SMELL her again. Her scent was unique to none other..nothing he had ever experienced before.
I t had come by accident really. But don’t most things good do? He had been asked to come over professionally..to fix a leaky shower head in her bathroom. She had come to the door, clad in jeans, sweatshirt, hair upswept in a twist, no makeup, bare feet in those Chinese grass sandals..rather unassuming but natural looking.
It was early so she had not gotten ready yet for the day and besides, her shower wasn’t working anyway. As I was led to the workplace I caught a waft of her scent as she brushed by. I t caught me by surprise. I t wasn’t like I hadn’t smelled a woman before, but this was different. Usually it’s that out of the shower smell that most woman and men in our society deem as necessary and important and in most cases I would agree, but not this time. She was different. My cock tingled with its penetrating aroma. My eyes opened wide…she caught me staring at her and she smiled. My face turned red and my tingle quickly disappeared with embarressment. Senses in me we erupting that obviously had lay dormant. I hadn’t felt like this in a long, long time. Good, bad..I don’t know. But I was game to find out.
Trying to be professional now was the tricky part. She was scurrying around the apartment, tidying up..trying to make sense of a disruptive morning. She was going to be late for work now because of not getting her shower in….EVERYTHING had to be put on hold. All was dependent on me now ,my skill, my speed, my decorum…the Hell with decorum I thought. How can I concentrate with that SCENT all around me..a total delightful, raw distraction. If I had anything to do with it, she wasn’t even going to work. Oh, how the mind works, how powerful one can be in the recesses of one’s mind…reality is not so forgiving. She probably thinks I am an idiot anyway…staring at her like some long, lost puppy.
She has offered me tea. Asking me twice I think. I am in another world , oblivious to her when it is HER that is the problem
Men cannot hide in their pants what woman can. Like that is a revelation! My mind wanders to what is actually going on in HER pants. Is that pussy wet, moist, SMELLING of juices leftover from the previous day? Are her panties stained of these precious liquids that are anxiously awaiting being washed away ..totally dependent of my ability to get the job done in time? The HELL with the job.
I linger, enjoying her gift of tea..we chat..I catch more smiles coming my way…a tweak in her pretty little lips..I wonder how her pussy lips match those of her mouth…she doesn’t seem too much in a hurry anymore…she has made a call into work to let them know of the ‘disastrous’ situation at home…smiles…she sort of exaggerated I think , to my benefit…
With all the running around, little drops of sweat drip down her forehead,…it doesn’t take much in my little brain to wonder again how sweaty she is between her legs, her armpits, her feet…I wonder if her pussy juices are staining the insides of her jeans now? Goodness, am I mad? But I just can’t help imagining…My cock pulsates again…I cross my legs. Why did I have to wear tight blue jeans today?..She notices the bulge in my pants and nonchalantly licks her lips.
She now knows the power she has over me. And here I am supposed to be the one in charge. Now that’s a joke!
To Be Continued….!
A new week with a beautiful day…July 14, 2008
