Some time ago my parents were out shopping at a garden center and they’d told me that a “man was he going to clean and replace our fire place”. He was just going to replace the broken parts. Sure, that’s fine. Anyways, I woke up quite late and had breakfast. My parents were gone. I just put on my a buttoned up shirt with my lingerie (red lace undies) underneath.
Then while I was eating my cereal the door rang. I was shocked, but this guy kept ringing and ringing and ringing… So I quickly answered, even when I ran I felt my panties being briefly flashed. I unlocked and opened the door to a man, yes a Man, nearly twice my size and who felt twice as wide. When he didn’t speak it felt like he was surprised, not shocked, happy.
I realised, I could feel my heart flutter that he was looking at me in a checkered shirt with a cut off close to my panties. I stepped up a bit and we began talking. Although it was brief and awkward I showed him where the fireplace was and talked to him in the living room. And yes, I made sure to cross my legs so he couldn’t get a peek from below. I watched him to talk, make sure there were no problems and that he didn’t take anything. I was nervous that my parents would see me like this, so when they did come, I was going to run upstairs and go to the bathroom.
But they didn’t, my phone pinged and the thing I feared came true “we’re gonna be late, about 2 hours. You can deal with the man right?”. Yes I could, but not while being so wet. My nipples had gotten hard and i’d hoped my imagination wasn’t playing games. I saw his bulge that was thick in those tough jeans. It made me really horny, like a girl with her first Crush. Eventually, we talked with more confidence, more intimately than the bare bones introduction, I talked to him about how I’ve finished school and he tells me about his job, hobbies etc
Casual conversation ensues until he asks for some tea, so I quickly pivot around and make my way to the kitchen. In that second my panties flashed his eyes from the back; I just kept on walking. I kept on walking. Put the kettle on and spoke to him with shame through the kitchen. Admittedly, I’d been touching my clit a little during this like a pervert addicted. I knew it would be wrong to do it Infront of him so the kitchen felt more respectful. After that, I returned with tea and biscuits, this time it was more on purpose. I bent down, I let him peak at my cleavage which didn’t feel contained by a bra, only my panties had lace on them. It felt good. It felt good. His eyes were on mine but his smile was for other (better) reasons. Those white teeth between his lips made me weak, l was distracted for a moment. I quickly put his snacks down and sat on my phone.
Doing that was way out my comfort zone. Way, Way, Way out. After a while he gave me a couple glances. Some in my eyes some elsewhere which made me cross my legs and smile. It felt exhilarating to be wanted this bad. It felt wrong and right. So after some brief chatting he was done. Cleaned his hands and prepared to move out. Feeling like it was a now or never with a pang of anxiety and lust I waited till he open the door and tried, pried myself to ask for a number. It was a nervous few seconds, but he was involved with someone else. Which was a blow to my ego, a real tough one, but he still said I looked great and spoiled me with a few compliments before he left. Told me it would’ve “been different otherwise” and “you’re still a fine girl, even for an old guy”.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ikjr8v/teasing_the_repair_man_mf_pt1
This story was so incredibly hot, and so are you! I don’t know how he kept his cool, or said no to swapping numbers. I know I couldn’t have.
Hot body,great tease…