| Straight: Couples Get Together: Cottage Handyman (2/4) |
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fixed and I’ll be on my way.” “Oh – just a minute,” Amy replied. Bob heard the shower turned off, and a few seconds later Amy was before him, large towel around her chest, her long brown hair dripping as she tried to contain and start to dry it in a smaller hand towel. “Ummmm, Bob, would you mind looking at the bench seat at the bottom of the garden? There are a couple of loose screws on it, and I snagged a dress on one last night as I watched the lightning.” “Sure thing, shouldn’t take me more than a few minutes to sort it out.” “Don’t rush – I want the job done right,” said Amy with a smile. Bob went to his van, gathered a few new screws and his large burgundy screwdriver, and walked across the well-manicured lawn down towards the bench. The garden was secluded with tall trees forming the boundary. Sure enough, he could see a small patch of material hooked onto one of the 3 screws that were sticking up from the bench seat. Getting to work, he started the straightforward repair, which took slightly longer than anticipated as one of the screws was rusted through and needed a bit of tender attention from his claw hammer. Just as he was gathering his tools, he turned back to the house, and saw Amy walking towards him – well I say walking – probably striding is a better description. Bob’s jaw really did hit the floor this time, and he had no willpower left to control it. You see, Amy was walking towards him, wearing a black leather basque, which just about contained her breasts. She had a pair of black panties on, which seemed to have a slit in the bottom (he noticed this as his eyes were drawn there as she walked towards him). She had black stilettos and black suspenders hooked onto the bottom of the basque. In her hands she carried a bowl of strawberries and a condensation-dripping bottle of white chardonnay, with a couple of flute glasses. “What, but, who, but…” butted Bob. Amy reached out a finger and placed it to his lips, set down the bowl of strawberries on the grass, and unscrewed the top of the chilled Chardonnay, pouring out two generous glasses. “You’ve done a good job so far, Bob, but there is something else that needs attention now.” Amy passed Bob a glass of wine, her eyes dancing with mischief as she saw the effect her outfit was having on him. He smiled nervously, and started lifting the glass to his lips with a soft “Cheers Babe.” Amy placed her hand on his arm, stopping him from raising the glass all the way to his lips. ''Here,'' she said, dipping a strawberry into the wine before holding it up to his lips. ''Try this.'' His lips closed around the fruit, and his teeth bit into the soft flesh. Amy stepped closer so their bodies brushed up against each other. Bob decided to relax and enjoy the sensation and started to roam his hands over the gorgeous woman’s body, playing with her hair, his fingers slowly trailing down the material of the basque, down past her panties (my god they WERE crotchless!), his hands stroking the nylon-clad legs. Amy moaned as his hands teased her body. Bob could only watch in awe as she took a strawberry and traced it down the slit in her panties, before offering the fruit |
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