I [38F] have had repairmen coming in and out of my house every few days. I think I’ve hit the lottery on this repair company. Every single worker that has come into my home – and there’s been 4 or 5 different guys – is a hot piece of ass in their 20s or 30s. One in particular has me panting at the thought of how this cougar can break him down. Am I a cougar? I had to call him out for calling me “ma’am” the other day. I think that makes me a cougar in his eyes. I’ll accept that title if it means he’ll bend me over and have his way with me.
So I’ve been in major need of some actual release after a week and a half of mentally fucking this non-stop flow of men in and out of my home. My friend [35M] shows up as I’m wrapping up my work day (gotta love working from home). We shoot the shit, he feeds me good food he’s picked up on his way over, and we make our way upstairs. I change my jeans out for some soft cotton shorts and I begin to change into a thin spaghetti strap tank top when he stops me. “Might as well just keep that off for your massage.”