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A story from a few years ago.
For a while I didn’t know what I wanted to do in life and quit my career and set up as a handy man with a van business.
I got the van for cheap and paid for the usual advertising on the van with jobs I could do and my work phone number.
Surprisingly there wasn’t a local handyman and I found out quite quickly that this service was in greater need than I thought. Work was going well, very well.
I got a text.
“Help needed” that’s all it said.
“Sure. Where are you? I can let you know my availability once I know your location.”
“I’m on the next street from where I’ve seen your van. My address is ————————-“
“Ok I’ll pop in once am done here should be about 2pm if that’s ok?”
“Yes great”
I was on a job at an elderly couples home just replacing a window. I’d already fitted the frame, sealed around and re finished the external render. All I need to do was seat the glass, fit the seals and let’s just say finish the window shall we.
The couple were happy and I left them to have my lunch before the 2pm job.
Belly full of subway teriyaki chicken and I’m knocking on the door.
A lady answers the door and checks to see my van.
“Ah thank you for coming.”
“Sure what do you need help with?”
“Oh come in (I go to remove my boots) Oh it’s a mess already don’t worry about those!”
As I’m guided straight into this lovely large lounge. It’s completely stripped back. No furniture. No carpet and freshly plastered walls. The only things in the room are a large curtain rail laid on the floor in front of the window. A set of steps and a drill laid on the steps. There’s a large spirit level, a pencil and tape.
I look up to see a partial hole in the plaster. I say hole. It looks like someone tried to make a hole with a hammer.
I look at the drill as I suspect . . . . . Ah yes. The wrong drill bit.
“Well I see that you have used the level and the tape and marked out all the holes, 3 holes per bracket all perfectly marked . . . (I grab the level lining it with the ladies markings) yeah they all look good. So really it’s just the drilling bit so far.”
“Yeah. It’s doesn’t seem to want to drill and is just messing up my plaster.”
“Did you plaster it?”
“Oh no. I like to think I’m handy but it’s more paint and wallpaper. I do fit my own carpets though. I just don’t do much drilling.”
“Ok well I’m not going to do this for you. I’m just going to take this out (I remove the drill bit). This is for timber. Or at least it was. It’s knackered now. Give me a sec.”
I go out to my van and grab some spare drill bits. I have some older timber drill bits and the correct size masonry drill bit. I return inside.
“Here. All I’m gonna do is show you the difference. This bit is for timber. See the spike in the middle of the tip. That locates it on your marker and pre drills through your timber. But it’s tiny and weak and only good for timber. See yours has melted away and the drill bit is blunt. This one is a masonry drill bit. See it’s got a very different tip. It’s to batter its way through bricks mortar and concrete. So above the windows in your house. You have got some concrete lintels. So you’ll need this drill bit to get your hole into the concrete. You will also need to use the hammer setting on your drill. So turn this to hammer and carry on as you were”
“So you’re not going to do the job?”
“I don’t need to. You’re capable am sure. So I’ll just see how you get on with the first hole and as long as you’re ok I’ll be on my way.”
She climbs the ladder. Locates the drill and with a firm grip triggers the drill into life. “Oh fucking hell.” She squeals.
“It’s ok. Sorry yeah. Hammer setting has a bit of a kick and feels weird first time. Your fine carry on”
Back to it. A bit more tentatively the drill gets to work and the first hole is done in no time.
“Ah thank you. Yeah that’s much better.”
“No worries. I take it you’re ok to do the rest?”
“Ummm yeah I think so”
“Ok well if you run into any difficulty. You have my number and send me a pic of this room when it’s done. Be nice to see it”
“What about money!”
“Your ok. I was around the corner and I just showed you the right drill bit. That’s a spare drill bit don’t worry about it. You carry on I’ll show myself out so you don’t have to get off the ladder. B. . . . . ” I was about to say bye.
“My names Annie by the way. Save my number I may need to message you again”
“Ok Annie. I’ll save it. Have fun. Byeee”
Yeah I leave and go to another job.
Days go by and then about a week later I get a text.
“Help needed!” It’s Annie.
“Hey Annie. What’s up? You need my help?!”
“Umm I don’t Need your help but I would appreciate it if you’re available.”
“Ok I have some time about 11 tomorrow If that works?”
“Uhhh yeah. Ok see you tomorrow”
It’s 11. I go to ring Annie’s bell but the door opens.
“Morning!” In the door way is Annie.
But a different Annie.
Annie last time was joggers and sweatshirt Annie.
Annie today is tight jeans and an even tighter top Annie.
Don’t get me wrong. I am male and had noticed how pretty Annie was. Late 20s early 30s I guessed. Fairly tall. Last time she had her hair tied back and up showing off her gorgeous slender neck, jaw line and yeah yeah ok she’s gorgeous and maybe I was hoping for another message. Anyway!
“Are you coming in!”
“Uh yeah. Yes I am”. I step in and again I go to take my boots off and this time don’t get told not to. So I carry on and remove them. Then I follow Annie into the room.
“Wow. This looks gorgeous.” The room is stunning. Walls decorated with a mixture of panelling and paint. Theres accent decoration. There’s furniture and lighting and the floor has been sanded and topped with a fashionable rug. The room looks amazing but the curtains are laid in the floor with the rail already fed through.
“This room looks amazing Annie”
“Thank you. Glad you like it. I thought it’s better to show you than send you a picture”.
“Yeah I have to agree. A pic wouldn’t have done this room justice. But I notice the curtains??”
“Well I drilled the holes and then plugged them. Tidied them up with some filler and then decorated the room. I put the rail brackets up this morning. But I can’t manage to get the rail and those heavy curtains up on my own. Can you help me?
“Wow Annie. Ok. Id be honoured to”
This room is huge. Despite me being 6ft 2. I would need my steps out the van to reach the height of the rail brackets. Boots slipped on. Dash to van. Grab steps. Slip boots off and back in the room setting up steps the opposite end to where Annie has set hers up.
We grab the rail and yeah it’s bloody heavy.
“Jesus Annie what are these curtains made of??”
“Uh yeah. There is a lot of material I guess.”
I have another look at the brackets and as I step up the rungs hauling up the curtains with one hand. I grab and check a bracket. Yeah they are solid. Good.
We get the rail above the brackets and seat it in place. Couple of screws to secure it and jobs a good’un.
I grab my steps and take them back to my van.
“You off already!!” Annie asks.
“No no I just wanted to see the room properly without the steps ruining the view I’ll brb”
I return into the house. Slip off my boots and walk into the room.
“The room really does look gorgeous Annie!”
Annie’s steps are also gone. With Annie now sat on the couch poring champers into two glasses on a side table.
“Here I know your working/driving but a sip won’t harm just to celebrate this room being finished”
I sit on the sofa.
“God damn this is bouncy and soft. This room really is amazing Annie.”
“Thank you. I’m very pleased with it.”
We sit and sip the drinks and we chat. Annie tells me all about herself. Her career and why she’s moved in just recently and her plans for the rest of the house.
After the first glass she asks me to follow her as she wants to show me as she gives more detail of her plans and gives me a full tour of her new home. The house is pretty much stripped. Dining room. Halls. Kitchen just has essentials. She explains that the lounge is her relax after a long day at work space hence it’s the first room to be done.
Then there’s the upstairs. All stripped back again with essentials. But the bathroom is complete.
“I haven’t started on the bathroom. When I moved in I kinda went ballistic with the rest of the house wanting to see what it was like bare and then plan around the floors etc. but I’m not brave enough to take apart a bathroom without first knowing how to put it all back together. Can you help me with this one?”
“Yeah I can help with all of that.” I’m surveying the bathroom and looking around. It’s big. Has an open shower nook in a fully tiled end of the room. The shower has a long rain shower head and then there is a stand alone bath in the middle of the room. The sink and toilet are odd being either side of the door.
As I’m looking at the kinda strange toilet and sink layout I hear the shower turn on behind me. I turn around and Annie has just walked into the shower. Still dressed. Now completely soaked. Her very tight top now meshed to her big boobs and her nipples telling me the water hasn’t heated up yet and there’s no bra.
I pause taking in this new amazing view and watch as Annie undoes the button on her jeans and begins to peel them off.
“I’m in such an excited state. Having my lounge finished and seeing your muscles help me, I can’t wait for you to help me with as much as you can around here.”
Her jeans are down her slender thighs and she is stepping out of them. I’m not ignorant. I hadn’t needed my tool belt and I just had my work trousers and a tshirt on. ‘Had’ as they were now off as I walk toward the shower naked admiring the view in front of me.
TBC
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Annie casts her jeans out of the shower as I approach.
The look on Annie’s face as she looks me up and down assures me she’s happy with what she sees.
My left hand glides around her left hip and my right hand goes to the side of her jaw as I kiss her.
Annie is now pressed against the tiles as she kisses back and her hands explore my torso.
The kissing is passionate and close to insane.
My hand drops away from her jaw and down the side of her body my hand on her hip explores upwards and I break from the kiss to openly admire her still covered chest. My hands pressing against them from either side.
“God damn these are perfect” escapes my lips as I almost study the shape and curvature. My thumbs rubbing over her nipples as I cup and caress both breasts.
Annie’s arms fly up into the air. I lift from the bottom of her top and peel the wet fabric upwards. Gently avoiding her nose and off her body.
The top is cast behind me. I keep her arms in the air. Holding both of her wrists with my left hand.
I admire Annie’s gorgeous exposed chest as it’s stretched before me. My right hand exploring. Teasingly running the back of my hand across them.
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Her body looks amazing as the water cascades over her curves like some marble statue of a praised deity.
Arms still held above her head. Her body stretched pressed against the tiled walls of the shower. My free hand follows the flow of the water. Off her shoulder. Down the nape of her neck. Round the and down between her breast. Over her stomach and down as far as I can reach.
Her legs now shoulder width apart hinting at me to caress her. I let go of her arms. I let them back down as she seems relieved to get some blood flow back. I kneel in the shower. My hands reach up and both grab a handful of breast. Caressing and kneading while I kiss my way down Annie’s smooth flat stomach.
I soon have my mouth pressed over Annie’s blue lace clad pussy. Pressing the lace against her with my tongue. Her hands on my shoulder and in my hair. My hands now behind her squeezed between her ass and the tiles. My fingers pulling at her cheeks. Ushering her to widen her stance.
Annie’s feet are now as wide as the tiles either side of her. The side of her feet pressed against the shower walls. Annie reaches down and forces my face off her knickers so she can pull her Lacey knickers to the side. She wants my tongue in her exposed smooth pussy.
My lips press back against Annie’s mound and her fingers pull up and wide opening her hood. I suck her clit between my lips. My tongue gets to work around and over her button of pleasure.
I must be doing what Annie wants as her hand withdraws as she lets out an applauding moan. I feel her hand in my head. I guess the others supporting her against the tiles but I can’t see or feel it. My eyes are closed as I’m busily pleasuring Annie.
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