Everyone needs a first story, and this is mine. I hope you enjoy it. If you are looking for quick action you should probably look somewhere else. A work of fiction. Chapter One It was not like you to call to ask for favors all the time, so when you did I was only too happy to help. The news that you had ended your relationship was a relief and an act of bravery, so I embraced the chance to encourage you in your new journey of life. ?Can you please come by on Saturday afternoon and help me repair the front door?? your familiar voice asked. Without hesitation I accepted. It would be easy with my family out of town for a few days. No one would miss me and
Kurtköy Escort no harm would be done. ?I?ll make it worth your while? then ?dinner is included? was quickly added to clarify your offer. ?Wonderful, I could use a good home cooked meal.? It was all set. The week passed slowly as if Saturday would never come. When I arrived, the sun was shining but the temperature had reached 32 and the humidity was closing in. You must have seen my truck pull in because by the time I was out you had already breezed out the door and down the stairs like a breath of spring. Your blond hair tied up in a ponytail bobbing behind you and
Kurtköy Escort Bayan your yellow summer dress dancing over your body as you moved. The puckered elastic material clinging to your breasts showing just a hint of cleavage. Warm hugs all round, introductions to your son Justin, and a quick tour of the new house out of the way it was time to get down to work. Your door although attractively carved was split on one side and had a rotten panel at the foot, so I would need to get going if I were to have it rehung before the day was done. You excused yourself to continue unpacking and I set to my task. By 5:30 the
Escort Kadıköy heat and humidity had left me drained and dripping, but the door although not 100% would swing and lock so could be finished another day. ?Why don?t you come in and have a shower? You look whipped,? you asked, cold drinks for both of us in your hands. Sitting inside enjoying the a/c we have our drinks cooling off from the afternoon heat, the sweat, drying on my skin, making your offer of a shower more appealing. ?I should go back outside and pick up my tools, but this a/c feels too nice,? I say. ?Have your shower first, you will feel better, and when you are done I will help you clean up your toys.? It?s all the encouraging I need so I grab my bag with clean cloths in it which I had brought to change into for supper and head for the stairs. ?Use my shower,? you call, ?the main bath only has a tub.? Chapter 2 Up the stairs and down the hall I move to your bedroom door.
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