She goes into his shop for a long screw.
A smile spread across my face as I entered Wharton’s Hardware. Just being in the store near all those manly things made me tingle, and recently I’d been there quite a bit. My husband was installing new gutters and, lucky me, I was his errand girl.
After searching the hardware aisle, I became frustrated when I couldn’t find what I needed. Two aisles down, an employee re-stocked paintbrushes. Walking over, I was amazed by his broad shoulders, and my eyes lingered on his firm round arse.
Tapping his large bicep, he turned, and my eyes lingered even more on his face. He was incredible. His eyes were green and framed by thick dark lashes, but completely masculine. Rough stubble covered his face, giving him a dark, intense look that was extremely sexy.
“Can I help you?” he asked in a deep, smooth voice that wrapped itself around me. I had to mentally shake myself free.
“Uh, yes,” I stammered. “My husband sent me for a long screw.”
His green eyes twinkled. “A long screw? Just how long do you want it?”
My face grew hot. Faintly embarrassed, I held my hands several inches apart to show him. “About seven inches.”
“Seven inches, huh?” he asked, leaning closer. “What do you plan on doing with a screw that big?”
“I’m using it in the gutter.” That didn’t help! My heart beat so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it.
“Er, I don’t mean I’m going to screw it in the gutter. Wait – I guess I do mean that, but I’m not going to screw it in the gutter…” I stopped.
He stood watching me with a slight grin, perfectly content to let me dig myself in deeper. I struggled on.
“That sounds so dirty. I would never do what you think I’m talking about with a seven inch screw.” My hand flew up to cover my face, and I glanced round the shop. Was anyone else listening? I couldn’t see anyone.
Smirking, he looked me over from head to toe. The look he gave me was so intimate it felt like foreplay.
“Your husband is installing a new gutter?”
“Yes,” I said, relieved at his professional tone.
“You’re in the wrong aisle. You need roofing supplies.” He pointed towards the back of the store. “Why don’t you come with me?”
He turned, expecting me to follow, but his reference to coming distracted me. I had a flash of him kneeling over me, naked and sweating. I hurried to catch up. At the end of the aisle was a doorway marked, ‘Employees Only’. I followed him into a large room stacked with boxes, boards and planks of wood.
“Thanks for helping.” I said, trying to cover the sudden awkwardness as I looked around for the screws.
“You offering a reward?” He asked, looking at me intently.
“What kind of a reward?”
“A kiss?” he asked, licking his lips.
“I’m married!” I cried.
He took a step closer, almost touching me, but not quite. “He doesn’t need to know.”
“I don’t keep secrets from my husband!”
“This secret is worth keeping,” he said quietly as he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. Excitement surged through my body as his tongue slipped between my lips. For several moments, I held myself still, resisting the urge to kiss him back.
I couldn’t resist for long, though. When his hand reached under my shirt and caressed my bare skin, I lost control. Pulling him closer, I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him back, urgently. Pressing my body closer, I stood on tip-toes, rubbing my breasts against his hard chest.
Kissing my neck, he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his body, breathing more heavily as he grabbed my arse with his strong hands. He carried me to a stack of boards and gently set me down.
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered gruffly. I didn’t think about it; I pulled my shirt off and laid back to unbutton my slacks. He grabbed my trouser legs and pulled them off. Reaching behind, I unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts. I tossed it aside as my nipples tightened into hard points. Before I took my knickers off, he pushed me back and joined me.
“Tell me you want me,” he whispered. His fingers lightly pinched my nipples, and a thrill raced over me at the feel of his hands on my body.
“I want you,” I moaned, as his palm caressed my stomach.
When he grazed my pubic mound, all I could think about was his fingers inside me. I reached down and pushed his hand under my pants, past my dark curls. His fingers began rubbing my moist slit and I lifted my hips, silently begging him to finger my pussy. When he obliged, I let out a hiss of pleasure as he plunged his callused fingers into the wettest part of me.
“Oh, yes!” I gasped, when he rubbed my clit with his thumb. Roughly, I pulled his mouth back to mine, thrusting my tongue between his lips, wanting him closer, whimpering with pleasure.
Suddenly he pulled away and easily flipped me over, pulling my pants down, and baring my arse to him.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, and I obeyed.
I didn’t care what he did as long as he touched me. Soon, I felt him grab my buttocks while he lightly licked my wet pussy. Wiggling my bum, I pushed back, wanting more.
“You like that, huh?” he asked, making me whimper in response.
He tongued me until I was close to coming. Reaching behind, I grabbed his head and ground his face into my crotch, gasping as I started to orgasm. He continued licking and sucking.
Slowly, he licked my pussy with longer and longer strokes until his tongue reached my butt-hole. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my hips, holding me close as he tickled the spot with his wet tongue. I didn’t want to like it, but soon I was leaning back, wanting more, silently begging for something else.
His finger rubbed my arsehole, and I pushed against it, needing to feel him inside me. When his finger eased inside, I started hissing and moaning as I fucked his finger. When he slid another finger inside, it got momentarily tighter, but I loved the snugness.
“I’m going to fuck your arse now,” he growled.
I wanted to say no. I meant to say no, but what came out was, “Yes!”
I felt him rub the head of his cock against my little puckered hole. I was a little scared, but also excited. I heard him spit in his hand and than again on that tender spot. When he put his cock against it, I pushed back and felt it slide smoothly into my backside.
It was so tight! Slowly, he pumped his dick inside me, careful not to be rough. It only took a couple of minutes before I started to rock back so that I could take the whole cock in my back door.
Moments later, he groaned, and I felt his cock throb. I knew he was coming and the thrill of it sent me over the edge as I started to come again. When he pulled out of my little hole, I felt satisfied, and giggled when I felt some of his come drip down my butt cheek.
“Damn, that was good!” He kissed my mouth. “I’d better get back before we’re caught.”
Quickly I dressed. “How about chicken for dinner tonight?” I asked.
“Sounds good.” He glanced at his watch. “I better get moving. Love you, Mrs Wharton.”
I watched him walk away and smiled. “I love you too, Mr Wharton.”
