Company Time pt 1…

I was still wearing my pj’s. It was early in the morning. You could see my nipple through a hole in the knit of my sweater. Too sleepy to care, I didn’t change.

You wore a big utility belt over dark jeans. I told you where my outlets and lights had gone out and showed you to the breaker. You were older than me, but also attractive and tall. You looked strong. You were respectful and gentle with my home. When we spoke, even though you hid it well, I could tell you were looking me up and down. You noticed my sweater.

Despite the sweater, and its distraction, you got right to searching for the source of the outage. Two hours passed without much progress. I told you I was sorry it was taking so long to find the problem. I felt guilty taking up so much of your time, but the power was still out. Besides, who could complain with such a sexy handyman wandering around?

You scratched your head and told me it was all on your company’s time anyway. I got the feeling we both liked how long it was taking. You struck up a conversation by asking about my back tattoo. It was partially revealed by my loose sweater draping down across my shoulders.. After answering some of your questions I felt a little more than electricity in the air. Taking a risk, I stepped toward you.

“Do you wanna see it?” I asked.

A little anxiously, you nodded. I turned around and lifted the back of my sweater over my head, resting it in front of me on my arms and shoulders. I turned my head to you and smirked.

“Do you have any of your own?” I asked.

Standing nearly shirtless, I had your full attention. “Yes.” You nodded.

“Will you show me yours?” I asked. You put down the tool in your hand.

“Mine are harder to show off.” You said, still looking intently at my bare back.

“Maybe you could take a break, or is it really too hard?” I glanced down as I asked.

“Too hard?” You saw my eyes flick down and caught them again. You swallowed and paused. You rested your hands on your belt at your hips. “Well… maybe with some help.” You said, softly. I stepped forward. With only four inches between us, I lightly grabbed your buckle. I looked up and met your eyes. You looked shocked but it didn’t mask your intrigue.

“Would you like to have a seat?” I asked, gesturing to the couch.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wih75w/company_time_pt_1