The Service man and horny single woman at home alone [FM]

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So I am long single, middle age, and have been sexually aroused a lot lately, and no action from dating sites other than over text, mutual masturbation, and it’s been ages since I’ve had real sex action. I’ve been playing with guys on the site but then yesterday . . . the furnace repair guy is at my house. In my basement.

There is a man in house for an hour or so working and I am a very horny woman. Could I? Should I? There is a huge chasm between us. I am an educated homeowner and he is the old ornery furnace repair guy whose name I don’t know and just some old guy the oil company sent over. Let’s just say he is not a looker. Would he? …..

I have never come close to doing something like this. Once drunk I asked the pizza delivery guy (horny young dude I figured) if he wanted to see my breasts and I flashed him at the door, he thanked me and left. This is different: I’m looking for sex action. But can I? Dare I?

While he is downstairs, I change into a really short clingy skirt and shirt that stretches tightly over my large breasts and protruding nipples. See photo. No underwear top or bottom. I figure this outfit shows him clearly my breasts and, if I lean over, my cunt. I text a guy from a dating site all about the situation, my outfit, and he is urging me on to do it.

I call down to the basement from the mudroom asking if he needs anything (hoping he can get a gander up my skirt). So far innocent, right?

He gets up from his seat facing the furnace in the basement and comes up the stairs to the mudroom where I am standing still. This is a small space we are in together. While talking to him, I bend over and pick up a broom which is on the floor and he says jokingly: don’t hit me with that and grabs my hand and laughs. I tell him I am a really bad housekeeper and he tells me we’re the same way. (We.)

I stand on the second stair up to the kitchen and with him still in the mudroom one foot away from my body, his eyes are directly at my breast height and his gaze is locked on my breasts. I see it and feel it. I give him a half smile and go back upstairs to leave him to finish his work.

I get ready with vacuum cleaner and other items around on the floor of the kitchen and dining room to bend over when he comes upstairs to give him a full cunt view under my skirt and to give him a silent invitation to my body. No need for such tricks, it turns out.

After a little time, he comes upstairs to give me a paper to sign and stands mere inches from me at the dining room table, looking directly at me. Hmm, that’s unusual for a service guy to be so very close and staying put, right? He looks intently at me in the eyes and brushes his hand against the side of my breast. Just that side of safe and deniable it still seems.

I ask him his name. He tells me and looks in my eyes. I look right back at him and ask him directly if he can come back to replace filters. I am going over the invisible line here by this request and our proximity and my directness. In response to my question about the filters, he says: “they’re not that bad, come out to the truck with me.” I follow him outside to the driveway to the back of his van, and he picks up a filter from the back and we’re standing next to each other and shows me they’re not that dirty, blows on it, looks at me and with his free hand again grazes my breast. This can no longer be an accident. I ask him: Did you mean to touch my breast? He turns and now puts both hands directly on my breasts, fondling and squeezing intently, facing me. Then he says: “let’s see” and reaches under my shirt, lifts it up and starts squeezing my breasts and fondling in earnest. He says: let’s go inside so no one sees. I turn to go with him, and ask him how much time he has. He says “enough” with a smile.

I walk slightly ahead of him in into the house. My house. He touches my ass and thigh as I bend over a little walking through the kitchen. I lead him to the couch. At the couch he pulls down my skirt, and removes it and I lie back on the couch. He is suddenly all over me with his hands and mouth in a determined, steady, confident and skilled manner. Fingers jamming into my cunt hard again and again, mouth and hands on my breasts sucking hard, then his mouth on my clit, licking and sucking confidently and assuredly in earnest and with his hands too and he does not stop. He is good. After finger fucking me good and hard and pressing on my clit while using his other hand to press on my pussy and thighs. He stands and pulls down his pants to put his cock in my face/mouth and it is . . . 2 inches??? And not erect. I suck on him a bit just because he has me highly aroused and I want him to keep doing what he is doing to me. He goes down on me again and using his hands at the same time. Oh, he IS good and is driving me wild. I moan and come hard and vocally and physically and tremble after coming hard. He says with good cheer: “that’s service and a half.”

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dij262/the_service_man_and_horny_single_woman_at_home