In this erotic audio story, you get an unexpected visit by the handyman. You take him downstairs to do his work, but things take a different turn very quickly. It appears you both have an interest in soft bondage games. Feminist, respectful story for women and couples.
It’s already getting dark as I pull up at your address. A three-story brownstone in the middle of the East Village. You’re my last client for the day. And I’m already thinking about what I’m going to do tonight as I ring the door and you open. That was until I saw you. Now you have all my attention. You, however, look annoyed at my presence, Like maybe you were expecting someone else to be knocking at your front door. I’d be annoyed too if my boiler went out on a day like this. Sorry to say it’s just me: the Handyman coming to fix your boiler. Hi, you greet me, your scowl quickly transforming into a honey-sweet smile. I forgot you were coming today, you admit. I’ll show you downstairs. Follow me. The tops of your creamy thighs are visible beneath the edge of your black skirt. Your nails are polished, your lips varnished a deep magenta. By the way you’re dressed, you quite possibly have a date to go on tonight. You lead the way down a long, empty hallway, down three flights of stairs, and finally into the musty cool basement. We are completely, utterly alone down here. Here it is, you tell me. In the warm light of the single bulb hanging from the ceiling, I can see the curve of your supple, pillowy breasts and their inviting cleavage peeking out from the depths of your sheer, white shirt. My cock twitches slightly beneath the rough fabric of my faded blue jeans. My mind is wandering away from the boiler that needs to be worked on and towards the swell of your ass, the endless length of your legs. Oh, the things I would do to you down here, in the dark of the basement, away from everyone...
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