My handman friend and me [FM]

This is my first story, it happened yesterday. It is a bit of a cliché so I can honestly say I’m a bit embarrassed about it. Hopefully it’s not too hard to read.

I’m 33 (Female if that needs to be said) and single, I live alone in my own house. I have an older friend (51M) that I used to work with who sometimes comes by to help me with small projects around the house that I struggle to complete on my own. He’s a good looking man, divorced with two kids in high school, and I’ve always considered him as a bit of a mentor and good friend.

Yesterday I wanted to finish up some tilework in my kitchen and he offered to come over and help. We did the job and were chatting over a beer, mostly about people we used to work with, etc. I told him about a bit of a rough thing I was dealing with at my new job, and he grabbed my hand and told me I’d be strong and get through it.

This isn’t something that hasn’t happened before, but this time it felt… different. Lingered a bit longer than usual with different warmness, a little spark, something. He could tell by the look on my face that something was different because he said to me “you felt that too, didn’t you”. I turned pretty red and stuttered a little bit over my next answer… dead giveaway. What happened next happened so quickly I was utterly stunned by it. In a quick move his hand was on the side of my face and his lips were on mine… kissing me. Fuck, I thought and pulled away, but only for a second before letting him kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around him and he lifted me off the floor and sat me down on the island. His hands were all over me. On my face, in my hair, under my shirt. I raised my arms and he lifted my t-shirt over my head, and unclipped my bra with one hand. He backed up and pulled his shirt off while I slipped out of my bra. He kissed me again, this time along my jaw bone and down my neck while my hands caressed his chest and shoulders. His hands kept exploring, one finding the front of my track pants and slipping down inside my underwear. All the while all I could think about was shit, I haven’t shaved in two weeks he’s going be turned off… but he wasn’t.

He kept kissing me, massaging my clit and labia with this middle finger, making me shudder a little, teasing me, making me want him. My heart and mind were both racing, from the excitement, the confusion and the longing. After a few minutes of this I pushed him back and got off the counter. I pushed him against the refrigerator and got down on the floor, eye to eye with his belt buckle. I unclipped his belt and opened his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down around his thighs. His throbbing hard cock came out, comparable to other partners I’ve had in length, but so thick I couldn’t get my hand to close around it. I held it by the base and took his head in my mouth, using my tongue to really get him going and massage his head. I spent some time working on his head and shaft, but I couldn’t take him very deep because of his girth.

I stood up after a few minutes and helped him out of his pants then took his right hand and lead him down the hall into my bedroom, slipping out of my pants and underwear along the way. I laid down on the bed on my back and lay on top of me, spreading my legs and kissing me again. I felt him slip inside me, and there was pressure like I haven’t felt in a long time, that thickness really was something. From there he was so tender with me, kissing me passionately and not so much fucking me, as grinding on me slowly, massing my body with his body as his dick slowly slipped in and out of me. I knew this wasn’t going to take long.

It seemed like no time had passed when I could feel my orgasm coming. I started to moan and tell him to keep doing what he’s doing, he’s in the just the right spot, please don’t stop. He didn’t stop and I felt myself cum, waves washing over me, my back arching, my nipples going rock hard, digging my nails into his back. When my O had almost subsided he pulled out and grabbed me by my hips (I should note, I’m pretty small, and he’s a fair bit larger than me) and flipped me over on the bed so fast I wasn’t sure what was happening – I almost got dizzy. But, I got the message and raised my hips in the air with my back arching. He slipped inside me from behind. If I thought the pressure was intense the first time, it had nothing on how it felt now. He grabbed my shoulders and started fucking me – hard- with intensity that he didn’t show at all when we first got in bed. I almost never cum in doggy, but he was pounding me so hard and the angle was just grazing my g-spot in a way that I could feel it building again… I started to talk a little bit dirty, moaning and panting loud and told him not to stop. It only took a few seconds for me to cum again, and this time it lasted longer.

In that moment, I was obviously out of my mind, because he asked me where he should cum and in the heat of the moment all I could say was “In me”. That sent him totally over the edge and he unloaded in me, groaning and moaning my name.

I fell down on my front on the bed when he let me go. He laid with me for a bit and then he left. I’m still kind of shocked by the experience, and am definitely hurting a bit today.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/slfnva/my_handman_friend_and_me_fm