[FM] Teasing the builder.

Just a short one, today. A fleeting encounter. The dialogue is paraphrased.

At 25 or possibly 26 I was living in a one-bedroom flat in this charming Victorian house. There were a couple of other flats, mine was the first floor, and more spacious than a lot of the places I’ve lived in. The landlord was a guy named Alan, also more accommodating than most of the landlords I’ve met. He was good at repairs and responding when I needed something, the rent wasn’t too bad, and he actually cared about the building too. He was invested in maintaining the original building work, and had quite an ethos against cheap renovations.

Prior to this I had encountered his builder, Tom, once. I’d guess Tom was in his early 30s and ran a sustainable building initiative of the sort that Alan was extremely into. Working with old materials, lime, that sort of thing. Tom was a well spoken and educated guy, and worked in a tight t-shirt and dungarees that looked just adorable.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Tom was coming round to take a look at a patch of damp in the living room. I’d been texting with my friend Dan all morning. Dan and I had never fucked, but we’d sexted extensively and delighted in sharing details of our encounters and getting each other worked up. We were in the middle of a lazy mutual stroke when I realised Tom was due any minute now and had to shut it down. And of course, as soon as I said this, Dan wanted me to fuck the builder.

The inevitable back and forth ensued where I would tease Dan by asking him just how I should do this. Answer the door naked? Interrupt his work and suck his cock? Dan was excited about the prospect of me getting fucked against the wall next to the open door. I knew he was stroking his dick to the thought that this might actually happen, and my fingers were all over my pussy as well.

But the doorbell rang, and I had to text “OK he’s here, need to be sensible now”, threw on a robe, and rushed downstairs. I let Tom in, showed him upstairs, made small talk and cups of tea, and thought about letting him fuck me on the coffee table. When I glanced at my phone, it was a deluge of all manner of filthy suggestions that roughly correlated with the dirty thoughts that were already making it hard to listen to what he was saying.

“Stop it, I can’t. He’s cute though.”

“If he’s cute then what’s the problem?”

He knew what the problem was, Tom worked for my landlord and this was potentially fucking with my living situation. But if you were gonna fuck a builder… you want to fuck one that looks like Tom, trust me.

“See if you can get him hard.”

Now… that seemed doable, and easy enough that he couldn’t outright accuse me. As Tom went to inspect the damp corner, I peeled my robe open just a little. I don’t get much in the way of cleavage, but there was more of me to look at than before. I texted Dan that I was teasing open my robe. He responded with one of his little gems of encouragement – “that’s my girl” or something.

As Tom gestured to the area in question and made his guesses as to where the damp was coming from, I did my best to angle myself so he could keep on looking at me. It meant that I wasn’t really listening to what he was saying, but that also provided the opportunity for eye contact, and when he paused on my face and lingered mid sentence, I returned the most innocent grin I could, and bit my bottom lip.

“Did it work?”

“Not sure, doing the lip thing” – Dan knew all about the lip thing.

Tom and I chatted a little longer, with me idly licking my lips as he spoke and playing with the edges of my clothing, feigning adjusting my robe but never showing any less skin.

I pulled a false yawn – big stretch up in the air, pulling my robe upwards and then letting it shrug back down. I couldn’t look down to check without giving the game away, but I thought that movement had exposed my navel.

Tom went into his bag for a moment and I checked my phone.

“I’m acting like a slut and I can’t tell if he’s hard or not.”

“Bulge?”

“Maybe I don’t know but I’m wet as fuck from acting like this.”

During that exchange, Tom went out to see if he could access the place upstairs and see if they had damp in the same spot. I didn’t even sit back down, I slipped a hand under my robe and stroked my clit, masturbating standing up in the middle of the living room. “He’s stepped out, fucking myself quickly.”

“Maybe he’ll smell it.” I felt a certain ache at the thought of him coming back in the flat and smelling my cunt. “I can already smell it” I retorted, and then Dan cemented the plan in my mind with one message: “He can’t leave without covering you in cum.”

I heard the door click open, and tried to feign nonchalance by dropping onto the armchair, falling into a slouch. “They weren’t in” he said, “I can try and come back but I reckon it’s most likely a loose ceiling tile, so I’ll get up on the roof tomorrow and take a look at it.”

“Uhuh” I nodded. I realised my index finger was slathered with my juices and, without, thinking, sucked it clean right in front of him.

Tom was giving me a look. A side eye and a wry smile. “Are you messing with me?”

“Hm?” I flashed him a big wide eyed smile.

“You seem like you’re… I dunno… trying to get my attention.”

“Um… maybe?”

I’ve never seen a man look so shy. But there was that bulge. “Why, what do you want?”

I looked him up and down, and brushed his dungarees with my fingertips. “I’d like to see what’s under here, if you don’t mind?”

I sat back in the armchair, my robe piled up around my shoulders, with one leg hanging over the armrest. He undid the straps on his dungarees and dragged them down to his ankles, his boxer shorts tenting considerably around his erection. “These off too?” I bit my lip again and gave him an urgent little nod. His cock was modest, and rock hard.

“Could you stroke it for me, please?”

He stepped a little closer, massaging his cock and staring shyly into my face. I grinned and opened my mouth for him, breathing heavily, still covered by robe as he jerked himself in front of me. “Oh fuck yes, keep doing that, Tom.” I slid a finger between my lips and sucked, keeping eye contact with him. I figured that’s what got him hard in the first place. He drew in breath in response and gave me that dirty, knowing grin, complete with a half-grunt, half-moan as he picked up pace. I let my gaze wander to his cock, looking considerably grander now as he brandished it above me. My expression transformed into an ugly leer as I stared.

I peeled my robe open and slouched, nude, beneath him. I stroked my tits, teased my nipples, rubbed my sodden pussy and squirmed for him. “Oh my god” he grunted, while I fucked myself a mere foot away. “I want it all over me” I breathed, eyes locking with his once more. “Fucking cover me in it. Please. Please please please.” I trailed to a whisper and squeezed my breast hard, humping my fingers urgently. “Please please please please please.”

A silky, long shot fired from the tip of his prick and made a long, warm line from my throat down to my tummy. I instinctively arched up to invite the rest, displaying myself supine for him, catching the rest with my body. Arcs of hot cum scattered onto my tits and belly and my right thigh, oozing into my navel and down either side of me. My mouth was fixed open in a protracted gasp, gaze shifting between that handsome face grimacing in the throes of orgasm and the sight of my pale body splattered with his semen.

I pulled him in for a kiss, and another, and lay there beneath him, a mess. I thanked him, he thanked me, he pulled his clothes back on, and he dutifully saw himself out. I didn’t get up for a little while. I still had to get myself off, and I had the pleasure of fucking myself to Dan’s enraptured messages while Tom’s excessive load cooled on my skin.

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