A Handyman’s Spirited Tale
By Gerald Dawson
Published By Gerald Dawson at Smashwords
Copyright Gerald Dawson 2011
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Chapter 1
Living in a moderately small town nestled just inland from the New England coast and being a jack of all trades is a struggle from day to day. Finding the jobs that will pay the rent, gain a reputation for quality work, and being certain to accommodate all of the needs when those have come to pass is a balancing act worthy of so much more pay, and yet it is a life that has some unspoken and unadvertised perks.
Jacob had always been good with his hands, in ways better than most, and made it his stock in trade to be able to do it all. Whether an older couple needed a new floor laid, a single mom needed a door re-hung, or even a younger couple with needs of a faucet repaired or some wiring fixed, he made sure he was readily available. The tougher ones to find to were usually the ones he’d much rather do, for they were the housewives, single moms or divorcees that just had to have his services, those that went far deeper than most men could fathom. Those talents most ladies could barely imagine until the reality, shall we say, sunk in. He may not be paid for those favors he bestowed, but that along with his skills as a handyman had brought many customers and ladies back for multiple ‘contracts’ of service.
It was on a day in August that he got a call from yet another newcomer to town, it seems that she needed some repairs done and could keep him busy for at least a week from what she eluded to, or more depending on the actual needs and just how well he performed the repairs. She had bought an old two story home on 12th Street; it was surely built in the late 1920's or early 1930’s, and that gave it a long time to have become run down. She was new in town, but not unwise to how things worked, she asked around and found that Jacob was indeed the best handyman available. Each and every one of the folks she talked to went on and on about how good he was, and always ended their comments with a sigh or a naughty sounding chuckle. She would reply, “Okay, so he’s good at most things? But, can he do it the way I want him to?” At that each and every lady would chuckle and reply a simple “Oh yeah, he’s been really good at knowing just what my needs were,” almost as if they had it rehearsed, and the men would repeat that he really did the job well at an affordable price. Well, Ms. Picher, the newcomer to town was reluctant to call him, but finally did. Since he was about the only one around that didn’t demand a lot of up front money, and would apparently do the job well, according to the testimony of each and every lady, or man that she talked to. Though the men didn’t rave quite so acrimoniously as the female population did, she knew she should at least give Jacob a call.
As he answered the cell phone he listened intently to the lady on the other end of the line as she introduced herself and asked if he could come by to check out what she would need to have done and give an estimate. His response was a polite, “Sure, I’ll come by after 5 this evening if you’ll be at home to discuss what it is you want done. Then I’ll get an estimate worked up in a day or so,” and explained he already had several small jobs going that would take his attention for the next few days.
She didn’t like it, but since he left no other option she curtly said, “Well, if that’s the best I can find around here; Okay.”
Her attitude wasn’t anything new, though he would have preferred just once that one of the big city types could at least be polite when they were disappointed that he didn’t drop everything at their whim. After all it was they that called him. So, he now had it in his head that the lady on the other end of the line, this newcomer Ms. Picher, would be one of those that required a bit of soft talk to smooth the ruffled feathers and with a sigh swallowed his ego and pride and made the only decision he could. Be nice to the lady, she would help pay the rent this month, and maybe the next one too.
He was familiar with the neighborhood where the address led him and wasn’t surprised at the condition of her home, a bit run down was a vast understatement, and he would have his work cut out for him just to make it fit to live in, or fit enough for him to live in anyway. He parked the pickup by the curb and walked up the cobblestone walkway to the steps leading up to the porch. It really had been a lovely home at some point; just needed some tender loving care, an activity that he quietly loved. He looked at the decorative facades, the dormer windows, and the eighty year old wooden planks of the porch and thought, "I can make this place beautiful, if she has enough money, and is willing to have it take a couple of months." He pressed the button for the bell and heard a whimsical chime echo through the interior of the home. As he waited to be greeted by this city type lady with an attitude he got it in his head he would be patient and cordial, no matter what.
He heard a light foot fall from the inside of the door and perked up his attention as it began to open. He pasted on his most brilliant smile, which was only but a bit of his charm, but his straight naturally white teeth glistened in the late afternoon sun as they met face to face for the first time. He bore witness to a woman, one who was to say the least attractive with her auburn red hair hanging in light waves to the shoulder surrounding a Romanesque featured face with brilliant blue eyes and an equally dazzling smile to his own. She stood about 5’7” and was slender of build except for the ample orbs beneath her white silken blouse that hung in supple folds as it caressed the wonders of her figure. He extended his hand for a hand shake and delighted at the feel of her slender hand as it grasped his in firm resolve. “Hi, I’m Jacob, and you must be Ms. Picher,” he said in his own deep baritone voice, one that always seemed to catch the lady’s attentions.
As she opened the door, expecting to see some old codger in overalls with dirty hands and paint strewn on his clothing she was surprised at the appearance of the handy man. He looked to be in his late thirties, 5’9” tall with the most deliciously blended salt and pepper colored hair. She guessed it was originally brown, but now held a more distinguished look with the graying temples and trimmed mustache, all but solid gray.
As one would expect he seemed muscular, yet unexpectedly trim as well, the rippled muscles shown through his button up shirt giving a very favorable impression, as well as the clean jeans that covered his lower extremities. She all but had to blink when she saw that behind the zipper of his pants there must be one heck of a package waiting for the right lady to come along. Though she knew he was totally soft, the bulge was pronounced enough to divulge his apparently manly tool. As she took his hand to return the offered handshake she gripped it firmly and replied to his comment “Yes, I am Priscilla Picher, nice to meet you Jacob. Won’t you come in; we can sit and figure out just what this old place needs to be made livable. I think the realtor forgot to tell me everything that might be wrong, but that’s okay, I can afford a bit for some remodeling work if it is doable.” She chuckled lightly as she closed the door behind him and led the way to the sitting room to the left of the entry foyer.
As she led the way he followed two steps behind, a courtesy he would have afforded any new client, but in this case it was also a pleasure to accommodate him as well. A thought ran through his head immediately, "Sure wish I had a swing like that in my back yard," and chuckled silently as he gazed at the firmest, sweetest rounded ass he had seen in quite some time; and he saw plenty in his line of work. He couldn’t help but wonder if Priscilla would be as accommodating as some of his other widows and divorcees. A sigh came to his breath as she stopped in front of a beautiful Queen Anne love seat, an original antique from the looks of it, wonderful walnut arms with baroque patterned crushed velvet. Even that looked original and authentic as she motioned for him to sit down as she herself did so.
She seated herself near the center of the 4 ½ foot wide settee, he had no choice but to sit fairly close. A good sign for sure as to how willing she would be to be friendly in more than an employer/employee relationship. He sat near the arm of the offered seat and turned a bit to face more towards her as he crossed one leg over the other in a gentlemanly fashion. The only drawback was that now she would have a fair eyeful of the bulge he carried, the one that at the right times would grow to almost unbelievable proportions. His manly phallus but one of the things that the ladies seemed taken with, though his giving ways were also a big plus. His motto; "Ladies first. First to enter the door, first to be seated with the help of a gentleman, and certainly first to find the joy of orgasm when in the sack." He prided himself on all three. He began politely, “Well, I see you have gotten one of the original brownstones in town. I think they were built in about 1930, but most have been renovated by now and have at least some modern works. What is it you think needs to be done?”
”I’m not really sure, to tell you the truth, the realtor was vague even about the vintage of the place, and certainly didn’t give any mention to the accoutrements,” she smiled a sheepish smile knowing that his knowledge could cost her a bundle if she pleaded total ignorance, “but I know a bit about what is required to make the place safe and sound to live in.”
“I’m sure you do” he said in a matter of fact tone, the smile on is face was one to bring her to peace with the idea that she wouldn’t be taken for a ride, not financially anyway. “So where would you like to begin? I can look the place over with your help and see what all I think it needs. Your input would be gratefully accepted.”
“Well, that sounds wonderful,” she thought to herself that a tour of the house may well lead to the faulty switch in the master bedroom before all was said and done. “Let’s start in here then,” she said as she rose gracefully from the settee. Her knees turned enough for him to catch a fair eyeful of the strong slender thighs above the hem line of her skirt. She extended a hand to his as a gesture of womanly kindness and to show she was comfortable with him, it worked. He took her hand as he rose with equal ease as she had and ended up only inches from her. The sparks veritably surged between them for an instant, and then he and she both released the tenuous grip on each other’s hand. She felt it, and knew he had as well. Something was drawing them closer already and they had only met minutes ago. She thought to herself, "this could get really difficult, I don’t dare come on to the first guy I meet in this little town. Damn, I’ll find out if he’s single first before I go getting all worked up."
As he took her hand he again felt the strong feminine grip, soft and supple yet carrying strength that only came from self confidence and not that of arrogance. He had misjudged her it seemed on the phone. The powerful surge as their hands connected this time made him want to pull her to him and kiss her with all he could give, but uncertainty forced him to resist the urge. He released his grip quickly, hoping that she had not been offended. Had he only known she had felt the same drawing power, he would have carried her to the bed room right then. He watched as she turned and walked across the room, and listened as she began to speak of the needs.
“Well, I think some of the wiring may need to be reworked, or replaced. It is a shame that people don’t take care of older things, this could be a truly beautiful place with the right investment of time and,” she paused, “money.” She turned to face him as he walked closer, though a few feet away for decency sake, her eyes sought out his as she continued. This switch for example doesn’t work, I cannot see any reason for it at all. The overhead light is on that one over there, and I don’t see any other reason for it. Maybe we can just remove it and cover up the spot with some similar wood. I like things to be sleek and strong looking,” she concluded as she hastily eyed the strength she really spoke of just below the waistline of his trousers.
He walked closer as he passed by her to flip the switch. He eyed the area around it, since it seemed to be functional he too was curious as to the reason for it. It wasn’t a three way that connected to the other one for the overhead light, but there must be some reason. He pondered it as he gazed at the wooden panels of the wall. As if by some insight or magic he figured it out. The epiphany brought a smile to his face as he turned to her with a sparkle to his eyes that was down right naughty. “I think I may know the reason for it,” he chided. “Care for an adventure?” he added as his gaze took in her curious expression.
Her eyes got big as he suggested that he had already figured out the reason for the non functioning light switch. Not to mention the thoughts that went through her head as he asked if she wanted an adventure. Immediately she saw him beneath her in the soft folds of her king size bed. She shook off the thoughts and replied, “Already you know why it’s here? There aren’t any lights for it to work on, are there?” She blushed as she recalled the momentary thoughts of him on his back and her atop of him and then continued, “What kind of adventure are you talking about?”
His smile had taken a turn to be even more suggestive than before. He could read that she was thinking he was suggesting an adventure of passions, yet he was giddy about showing her the light that the switch worked on. So, he focused on the matters at hand. He held out his hand and said, “look, this panel is slightly different than the rest. I’ll bet this was, or is, the way into the passages. Back in the thirties a lot of the houses had hidden rooms and passages. Right after prohibition they were all the rage.” He led her to the far side of that particular panel, just past the secretary’s desk along the wall. He reached up and felt of the escutcheon and grinned. “Care to try it yourself?” he chuckled.
She was in awe, a secret panel? A secret room? Secret passages? In her house? Her jaw dropped visibly as she raised her hand to grasp the outcropped escutcheon his lay upon. Again their flesh met and the sparks flew within her. Now this will be an adventure, she thought with a broad smile pasted on her rose colored cheeks. She was blushing fully at the thoughts. “What do I do?” she muttered.
He slipped his hand from beneath hers and laid it on top of it instead. His grasp tightened onto her hand and pulled the base of the wooden carving to the left. A metallic clank was heard from behind the wall, and the panel popped open on the other side of the desk. Far enough away from it to allow a person to walk past it into the dark space behind the wall.
They both looked at it, only a slight opening. A doorway to some unknown space, and adventure for sure. Her hand shook with anxiety or fear, he couldn’t tell which, but it didn’t matter. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered to her just below her ear, “It’ll be fine. Let’s go see what’s there. If it looks to dangerous we can just come back out.
She liked that he had his arms around her, he felt so safe. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and whispered back as if something behind the wall would hear her, “I’m not sure, what do you think is there?”
“Well,” he said in a soft whisper, “we won’t know until we at least open the panel and turn on the light. You up for this?” he added.
“I guess so, as long as you’re with me to fend off any ghosts or the likes,” she managed to say in a tensed but joking tone. She let him part from her, though just having him hold her had been pretty damned nice. She might just have to be frightened enough to have him do that again she thought as he led the way back to the opening. It was pitch black as she looked through the sliver of open space she had not known of only minutes before. It was causing her to shake nervously, and he must have known that as his hand took hers and griped it with a comforting strength.
He stepped close to the opening, looked into the darkened space unable to see anything at all but the pitch black. His right hand held hers as he reached up to the switch and flipped it upward. A faint glow came into existence as the electricity flowed to the bare bulb suspended by its own wires. Seemingly so out a character in the otherwise handsomely decorated home. He grasped her hand more tightly, her fears seemed to cause her to quiver, and his want to hold on to her in some way brought out the protective instincts he carried within himself always. He raised his other hand and pushed on the panel, it swung easily enough that a feather light touch was enough to open it enough to look in. It seemed to be a smallish room, no décor, only bare slat board wall board on the opposite sides of the studs holding the fine paneling that the main room boasted of. He led her with him as he stepped into the space. The air was stale, almost foul with the scent of old air, not unpleasant but stale and musty. She followed close behind, so close in fact that her hips pressed against his buttocks as her hand pulled his around to his abdomen. She pressed against him tightly as her body trembled at the unknown. Her mind was in awe that such a secret room existed in the house she had purchased, and fear of what might lurk there forced her to want his safety.
He felt it as she closed the gap between them, her hand pressed his to his gut, which was hard enough to ignore. When she pulled her whole body against his he couldn’t help but quiver at the feeling of her breasts, apparently unrestrained by a bra press against his back. He looked around the room and made a discovery. It wasn’t a room after all, but an intersection. He pried her hand from his tummy and turned to face her saying, “Amazing, look at the staircases and the other entry hall.” He looked into her eyes and saw worry, or maybe fears. It really didn’t matter, it could serve to draw her closer, a delight he was more than willing to share. His arms surrounded her and then a hand went to the back of her head and pulled it against his shoulder as he whispered, “It’ll be fine, I’m with you all the way.” His lips so close to her ear he didn’t resist the urge, and gently kissed her just beneath the earlobe, he heard her breath as it escaped, and then drew in quickly. Her arms pulled him even closer.
“Are you sure you want to follow these stairs, or the hall way?” she queried softly with a great deal of hesitation. She turned her head to look at the stairs. One staircase led up and one down; both narrow and steep no wider than the hall that led from the opposite wall as the stairs. “Where do you think they lead to?” she asked nervously.
“Well,” he began in reply, “I not only think we should follow one or the other. I think we should choose one and go right now, something tells me that we were meant to find this. That is ‘we’ were meant to explore it together.” He looked into her eyes again, this time with a sincere look of peace to his expression, one that would surely calm her. As if that weren’t enough he turned his head to a slant and kissed her, the sparks flew, the room spun, and as an old saying spoke, 'there was love in the air.' He withdrew politely, not that she had been unwilling. In fact she returned the engaged smooch with some degree of eagerness until it was past. His and her breaths came in a gasp, now as their eyes met they were filled no longer with fear, only the passion of a new relationship being born. He took note of a small faint light spot on the wall they had walked through and chuckled softly and whispered, "Look, a spy hole,” and released her to turn and look through it.
There on the other side of the wall was the very room they had sat in. Someone could easily watch everything going on there without being detected. He took a step back and pulled her to the wall and faced her to it to look for herself, which she did as he stood behind her. His hands on her hips, his face so near to her neck she could feel the heat of his breaths and gulped in a breath of her own. It was hardly the time, but as his mound pressed against her butt he became aroused, his weighty tool swelled to half of an excited hard on. He pressed it against her rear with enough pressure that he knew she would know what he was feeling.
Without any warning she turned in his grasp, facing his assault, and bore a devilish gleam in her eyes and a sinister smile twisted onto her lips. “Tell me, which path would you choose? The one down to the depths of the basement or through the passage that most likely allows spying on every room of this level? Or perhaps up to the second floor, where surely the same holes are hidden into each room there as well?" There was no light in any of the choices, though there would likely be similar switches for each as there was for the small room they now stood face to face in each other’s arms. He opted for yet another, an unspoken choice and brought his face to hers with eager want. She cooed and returned the lustful kiss, her tongue found the parting of his lips and explored his mouth with fervor. His tongue joined in the dance. Before long they were both breathless, his rod now pressed against her abdomen fully engorged as she swayed back and forth against it.
“Let’s take the staircase that leads up,” he said in breathless tones, “it may lead us to your room. A place I would really like to be right now,” his roughened voice giving evidence to his arousal.
She nodded at his words and they turned towards the dark foreboding stair, though at that moment neither considered it a danger. The only thoughts were of getting to the bed room above. He led the way, one step at a time and as he reached the first tread it creaked eerily under his weight. It startled them in the silence of the small room. Each sound amplified ten fold, but he continued and she followed. Her hand in his up the steep narrow stair. At the top with only the small bulb from below to illuminate the hall before them he groped for a switch. He found none, but there were several small dots of light from each wall of the narrow hallway extending before them. He stepped on until he reached the first. It was like peeping into someone else’s life. As he looked into the room, it appeared to be a guest room, or had that look and was about to allow her to look and confirm his guess when he felt a hand smoothly cross his hip and onto his mound, it quickly roamed down along his meaty tool and then was gone. He was shocked that his new lady acquaintance would be so familiar, but was pleased at the possibilities. He turned to where she should be to touch him like that and she was several feet away at the top of the staircase. He opened his mouth to say something, but refrained. It could have been his imagination. Not likely, but possible he was only fantasizing of her being so familiar and bold.
Priscilla saw him turn towards her and walked up to join him by the wall panel, his eyes seemed in shock as she caught a glimpse of them when she came closer. “What’s the matter Jacob,” she asked in a whisper.
His eyes were focused on her, but his mind was in wonder land. Thoughts of his runaway imagination rampant as she spoke. He shook it off and replied, “Look through the peep hole and see if that is one of the guest rooms, it’s weird to think of spying on anyone in the bed room of an old house.”
He stepped aside and allowed her up to the wall boards, she stretched up to see through the hole and gasped almost immediately, an utterance of surprise echoed through the hallway. “Jacob, I don’t know how things are done her in this little town, but where I come from a gentleman waits for some sort of invitation before touching a lady there.” She turned and found him standing at the next of the peep holes along the wall, at least fifteen feet away. She cried out loudly, “What’s going on?” as again a hand slipped into her groin and squeezed at her nether region. She bolted, not for the stair as one should think to do, but into Jacob’s arms. Her body was trembling like leaves in a thunderstorm. She gasped out, “Let’s get out of here, something touched me back there.”
He heard her outcry and listened as she spoke in a loud shocked tone for his offense, or what she thought as his offense. Her gasp of terror resounded loudly as she cried out “What’s going on?” he didn’t have a clue, but saw her form hurry towards him and throw herself into his arms. As would be natural when someone is scared, he wrapped his around her to bring whatever comfort he could. Her request to leave came to his ears and he whispered, “Sounds good to me, let’s see if there’s a doorway up here though, it’ll be quicker.” With one arm still around her tightly he turned and got out the cigarette lighter he carried to light propane torches and such. He flicked it and soon saw a handle built into one of the bare studs of the wall. He let the fire of the lighter go out and grabbed the handle, pulled it and a panel opened in the next section of wall. He led her through it, and into what turned out to be the master bed room as she clung to his waist in panic.
Again he surrounded her with his arms. Her body pressed so tight against him that even with the clothing they had on he could feel her heart beating fast and furious through the lush fullness of her breasts. He lowered his face to her neck and whispered, “It’ll be alright, surely there is a good explanation for it. It seemed like something touched me too.” He held her until she stopped panting for air, which took long enough for him to know the curves of her upper body pretty well. After his initial shock wore off he rubbed her back to soothe away the fear. She cuddled him closely, her face buried in the crutch of his neck. He felt her nuzzle it and then for some reason her lips trailed across his jaw, lifted and found his lips. They were still quivering from the fear that had struck her. He was less concerned with what had been than what was going on right now so near her bed room. He returned the kiss with kind passion, though he soon added more passion and less kindness. She was still in shock over the dark hallway behind the wall, and something inside him wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass by, so turned sideways and swept her from her feet into his arms. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on it, sitting next to her as she looked into his face with a really strange gaze.
Her lips parted to speak and what he heard was almost beyond belief. “Take me Jacob,” she cooed, “I want to know you, know how you feel inside me.” She rose up onto her elbows and spoke again as a shocked expression painted his face as her hand touched his cheek “Jacob, It’ll be okay, I know you want it as much as I do.” She laid back down on her back and reached down to unbutton her top, it took no time at all before she had it open and a view of her huge firm tits. Sweet milky flesh with peaked nipples that invited him to taste them. As quickly as her hands had opened the blouse, they unfastened her skirt and pushed it from her hips. She was already wet, eager to feel his manhood. She wanted to be fucked, NOW!
He was still in awe of what was going on, not unwilling but curious to say the least. His hands itched to get to her flesh, and did. They went to her tits and grasped them firmly, his thumbs and index fingers twisting the textured nipples with almost torturous pressure. His mouth watered as he watched her skirt pushed below her knees. He rose from his seated pose and grabbed it, pulling the fabric off of Priscilla hard and fast; with a toss it fluttered to the floor. He could see the wetness of her pussy glistening through the thin fabric of her panties. Those too he tore from her and pushed her knees apart forcefully to ravage her the way she yearned to be taken. He dove face first into her crotch, his tongue invading her cunt as if life itself depended on her climax. It may have. As his mouth worked at the petals of her labia his tongue darted in and out of her fast and deep, everything he did sexually went to depths women loved. He felt her wiggle out of her blouse as he ate her sweet lush flower with vigorous abandon.
The sounds of his oral advance almost as loud as the moans from deep in her chest as she gave forth the first rush of nectar and cried out, “fuck me damn you Jacob! Fuck me hard!” She sat up abruptly and turned on her side, clamping his mouth into her groin, he could smother. She needed his cock and would kill him to get it if needed. She wrenched him onto his side and tore the zipper down on his trousers; her face lunged at the exposed meat, 12 inches of hard thick meat, and all hers for the taking. She only gagged once as she inhaled it down her throat, sucking the very essence of his soul from it as he ate her pussy even harder than any man could have done without her motivating grip. Her cunt again gushed out a flood of sweet hot cum into his mouth as she pummeled his face with her bounding loins.
He couldn’t take any more, he gasped for air as she clamped his face tightly into her cunt. Her legs were so strong he barely freed himself before he would have passed out, but rapidly recovered enough to turn on her. His body crashed against her as he threw himself between her legs, his mighty cock so ready from the invasion of her throat he could easily cum right then, but didn’t. Some power inside him restrained him, some force controlled his manhood more than possible under any other circumstances. He pulled her knees up to his chest and shoved his cock into the hot wet core to the hilt. He screamed out his urgent joy and began fucking her hard and deep without regard for tempo, manner or pain.
She had beckoned him to take her this way, and though she could not believe what was happening, it had to be, she had to take it all, or die. As his cock filled her more deeply than ever a man had been, her channel spread almost painfully wide from the abrupt invasion of the baseball bat girth shaft. That didn’t matter, she had to feel it, feel it all NOW. Her legs were pinned to his sides with his strong arms as his cock rammed into her over and over, the cream of her cum slicked the channel as she came again, and again. Screaming out her climax for the neighborhood to hear, yet no one listened to anything from that house any more. It was cursed and all around there knew it. At last his body found release and he too screamed loudly in climax as one rope and then another filled her past full. His seed searing hot as it entered her womb, she screamed with both pain and ecstasy and spewed forth her nectar again to join him. They collapsed with each other. Exhausted. Side by side.
The door to the secret passage closed silently as they lay gasping for breath and both felt their eyes close until they were both sleeping. It was night when she awoke beside the handyman, her shame and joy beyond belief. She looked at him, his withered cock still thick and long, yet not nearly what had torn into her with such savage brutality. She couldn’t find any reason for what happened between them, but the faint soreness inside her reminded her of the wonder of her climax. Well, in truth, several climaxes. She drew her knees up as she lay on her back and could feel the soreness within her channel, no real pain but the memory of his savage invasion again brought a sigh to her breath. Dare she have done such a thing? To ravage a total stranger with such vigor was so ‘not’ her. He stirred beside her and she lowered her legs to the sheets, still wet with the mix of her sweet nectars and his sticky semen. The chill of the fluids made her shiver and even gasp at the messy puddle coating her sheet.
He awoke, not sure of where he was. Somehow he thought it a dream yet somehow he knew what had happened. His mind worked at focusing and as he turned his head to the side where she laid, their eyes met. He opened his mouth to speak but there were no words he could fathom to say. Should he apologize for an act so awesome in his thoughts? He couldn’t even understand why they had so eagerly taken each other. Yeah, he had slept with many a widow or even young married lady while doing his duties as the handyman, but this was far different; usually at least there was some foreplay or discussion first. This was so ‘not’ him. He rolled onto his side facing her, a quirky smile painted his face with awe. His silence was enough to show that he loved what they had shared, yet in his mind he didn’t understand the plaguing question of ‘why?’ He glanced at his watch, it was already after 9:30; he had been there for over four hours, knowing how energetic the intercourse was it still seemed surprising to sleep so long afterward. “Priscilla,” he whispered, “I don’t know what came over me. I should probably apologize,” he said with a chuckle, “but, I am not sure I can with the obvious climaxes we shared.”
Priscilla looked at him, still in shock over the whole mess, still very uncertain as to why she would do such a thing. When he spoke her eyes began to glimmer with excitement, ‘so’, she thought, ‘he doesn’t know why either’ and replied, “Jacob, you don’t have to apologize, it takes two to tango, and the adventure was,” she paused, “wonderful,” she said with a broad grin. “I don’t know what came over me, I haven’t ever done something like that before. Well you know what I mean. Not quite like that, and sure not with a stranger.”
He gazed into her eyes; they shone like stars in the clear night sky, the glimmer of excitement giving off evidence of her pleasure with the event. “You don’t know either?” he said with whimsical curiosity. “I was laying here trying to figure out what came over me. I’d never take advantage of a customer. Well not like this. Not unless she agreed anyway. I’m guessing that you were a willing participant?”
She looked at him and nodded that she had been with a smile; awed that he was also not aware of why they had fallen into such an adventurous time of sexual abandon. As she thought about it she was already trying to figure out how to have that massive cock fill her again. This time a little more slowly and planned out, but she wanted it even as her thoughts considered what had already happened. She felt her core begin to fill with that wondrous feeling of anticipation as it quivered within her abdomen's depths. She looked at the wall where they had escaped the passage and noticed that it was closed. A panicked thought occurred to her and she looked straight at him. “Did you get up and close the doorway into the passage while I was asleep?”
He heard her, but didn’t know what to say. His eyes went to the wall as well and saw it was indeed closed up and as hidden as if it weren’t even there. With a quivering voice, coated with a twinge of fear he replied, “No, I guess you’re saying that you didn’t either. I was in such a hurry to be with you I left it standing open.” They both looked at the wall in silence, both wondering the same thing. “If we didn’t close it, who or what did?”
Chapter 2
His hand reached for hers just as hers reached out to his. They connected and moved closer to each other. They were both still naked, and the touch of flesh to flesh was, though comforting, exciting at the same time. He nuzzled his face into her neck and whispered as if someone might be listening “I think we may need to investigate this more. If I can spend the night we can do that in the morning.”
She whispered back to him with a modicum of comfort that he wasn’t going to leave her with whatever might be behind the panel, “You’re not going anywhere Jacob, not unless you take me with you.” She kissed him just below the ear, gently, but with her mouth poised open and showing her willingness for him to stay right where he was.
He whispered back, “I’ll stay here, as long as you want me too.” The fear had subsided, but his mind still focused on the panel and what in the hell had caused two strangers to half fuck each other to death. He rolled over and slipped his arm over her, pulled her up to face him and held her close. His focus left the passageway as her full round breasts pressed against his chest and the sweet mound that carried the hottest pussy he had ever had the pleasure of fell against his flaccid tool. She was sticky and gooey to the max; he chuckled softly but didn’t say a word. The growing meat between them would say it all.
Finally he whispered, “I think we need a shower. I'm kind of sticky down there,” with a soft giggle.
She pulled her head back away from his neck where it had laid nuzzled against him, she too felt the gooey mass between them and giggled like a school girl as she felt his mass growing. A lot. She replied, “Now that is a good idea. I’ll wash your back if you wash mine,” with another girly giggle. She added, “Maybe we should try a different room when we get done; these sheets really need a shower too,” and laughed aloud.
He smiled, kissed her neck and rolled up to sit beside her. He pulled her up next to him and looked straight into her eyes. Her mouth quivered and the lips seemed so full and inviting he couldn’t help it. His mouth again took hers, not with the same vigor as the last time, but with warm desire none the less. He pulled at her as they kissed and soon stood beside the bed embracing each other and finding the joy of their intertwined tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
As they parted lips she smiled and said, “It’s this way.” She took his hand; she needed to know he was still right next to her. The fear of what had happened still fresh in her thoughts, though they were now colored with a kaleidoscope of lustful passion as she led him to the master bath. She joked as they entered, “It really needs some handyman work done. Know anybody that’s available?” with a twisted smile of tease to her expression.
He laughed along with her and replied, “Yeah, I think so, but he don’t *cum* cheap,” and the air filled with laughter from the both of them. As he saw it, he wondered if indeed the shower worked at all, the tub was one of the old style iron claw footed tubs, and the fixtures looked a hundred years older than the house itself. He looked around and asked, “Have you taken a shower in here yet? I mean it looks pretty ancient.”
She looked at him and wondered how he had known that she had not as yet; she had used the other bath room that had a nicer more modern tub and fixtures. “No, not yet” she replied. “Is there a problem that I’m not aware of?”
He smiled and said “Probably not, let me check to be sure the water even comes out and then drains before we climb in though. It may need to be sturdy for ‘our’ shower.” The last words were projected with a definite double intender, and he knew she would catch his drift. He let go of her hand and walked up beside the ancient tub, knelt down beside it, his semi rigid cock swiping across the porcelain gave him a rush of weird feelings, but he brushed off the weirdness and reached in to turn the water faucets. The first one was the cold water side, it seemed to work well enough, though the rattle in the pipes was a good indicator that something would need to be done. The second was the hot water side and when he turned it the rattling in the pipes began to vibrate terribly for a few seconds and then subsided. So far so good. He looked over his shoulder as he tested the water for temperature and found it fine, warm but not overly hot as he had it set right then. A grin as the water drained down in a smooth spiral into the drain grate was indication enough for her as she stepped up behind him. “One more thing to test,” he said in a matter of fact tone. He reached over an pulled up on the stopper that would redirect the flow up to the shower head, and as he did it sputtered and poured out a nice rain soft spread of warm water. Again he turned to face her, this time she was right behind him. The glistening semen and creamy fluid still just barely wet on her mound and between her thighs. He bit down on his bottom lip as he lifted his eyes to hers and said, “I get to wash you first Priscilla.”
She leaned over and kissed his head and cooed, “Okay, you can wash first, but I get to be on top this time.” Where that had come from she could only guess, she knew she wanted him again, but in the shower was certainly not her way. She was a missionary position gal from day one. How had things changed so much in only a few hours? She really didn’t care, she wanted his big meaty cock again, and by damn she was going to have it.
He rose up to his feet and pulled the curtain closed most of the way and held out his hand to balance her as she entered the tub, the step in was pretty high, so he got a god view of the wondrous petals of her sweet gash as she did, already it seemed as though it were weeping out her excitement, which in truth it was. He stepped in as she took the center of the tub. He positioned himself at the opposite end from the shower head. He grabbed a bar of ivory on the small tray built in to the wall and reached around her to get some water and lather up his hands. She was facing him as he began to swirl circles of lather onto her shoulders and neck, and quickly worked his way down to the ample 40 D hooters, still firm, and he found again the sweetest aureola and nipples on earth. Very quickly the nipples hardened under his touch, very quickly he heard her pant lightly with the assault on her body’s senses. She raised her hands to his shoulders and balanced herself as he washed them with caressing strokes around, over and underneath. His hands dropped down farther and with the lush lather rubbed circles over her sweet trimmed mound. He could feel her body as it trembled and knew soon it would be his turn to be washed. He turned her to face the shower head and washed her back and buttocks with eased caress, trying not to be too erotic for now. As he finished with her butt he reached around her and rinsed off the frontal parts of her anatomy, being sure to rinse well beneath the orbs of pure delight to the touch. He pressed himself against her back, the foamy suds coated his chest and abs as he did and he whispered, "this is a really nice scrubber,” and giggled.
When she heard him she knew already that he was more than ready for his turn to be washed, his body pressed against her was proof enough when the thick meat pressed against her tail bone and more than half way up her back. She giggled and said, “Let’s trade places Jacob.” They jockeyed positions and he turned with his chest to the flow of warmth, his firm cheeks in perfect view to her. She too grabbed up the bar of Ivory, the soft caressing feel of the lather had already aroused her to have a need, yet she was more than willing to wait until he had been washed as well. She began with his back, circles rubbed onto his flesh along his shoulders and then lower back, his arms next as they hung at his sides. Soon it was time for more playful caress, her hands grasped his hips and without turning him she pulled him back out of the water’s stream. Her body now pressed to his, the slick feel of the lather brought heightened arousal to her nipples, and they grew even more into hard textured peaks almost immediately. Her hands slipped around him, first his chest was lathered, and then his muscular firm abs, both received the same luxury she had been afforded. She was not so careful as he had been not to be overtly erotic, one hand dropped to his swollen cock and began stroking it from base to tip and back again, her grip was loose, but the feelings it caused brought about the intended reaction, he groaned with pure lust as she beat him off and made sure to taunt each and every inch, including the sack already tight with need. She managed to pull herself away long enough to push him under the fall of water, even the spray reduced him to a quivering mass of desire. They each took a turn at rinsing off, but as he faced her to rinse his back she dropped to one knee and inhaled half of his tool in the first gulp. His hands came to rest on her head and as she gulped even more into her throat he moaned and panted with a need to explode. He pushed her face from the wanton shaft and said, “Oh sweet heaven, not too fast, I want more than just this, I want to make love to you and won’t be able to if you make me cum so soon again.”
He lifted her from her knee and embraced her; as he did the mighty thick shaft slipped between her thighs and he began to stroke it along the petals of her pussy and along the engorged clit she bore without shame. Her need seemed to increase with each time the veins along the shaft crossed her swollen clit, which was every time both forth and back. His lips came to press against hers and soon they were sucking wildly on each other’s tongues, wherever their flesh touched it seared the bond between them. They were more than ready for bed now. He parted from her long enough to turn off the water and after throwing open the curtain he reached for a towel to dry her with. As he did it seemed to jump from the bar into his hand, but he blew that off figuring he had just hit the right angle for it to fall easily into his grasp. He stepped from the tub, his body still dripping with the water that had cleansed them both, invigorated and ready for another round it seemed. He held out his hand and aided her in stepping out safely and began at her shoulders to wipe away the moisture that coated her head to toe. He didn’t miss a spot, not even the moistened area of her petals which he seemed to linger at for longer than anywhere else.
Once done she took the towel from his hands and shoved it over the bar, and seemingly the other towel dropped to her hand as well. She was more startled than he, but figured the same thing. She began with his chest and had him turn around to dry his back. As he did she caught a glimpse of a figure, well not really a figure as much as a shadow in the mirror over the sink. As her arms surrounded him to dry his hips and lengthy prong she heard a giggle, now that startled her for sure. Her arms clasped to him with fear, she panted out nervously, “There’s someone here with us.”
He wrenched himself from her grip and turned in her arms. His arms draped onto her shoulders and he closed the gap between them, again the flesh to flesh contact was hot to say the least. His eyes looked to hers and saw the terror she felt, his grip on her tightened. In as joking a tone as he could muster he said, “Let it watch then, I need you now Priscilla even if some one or some thing is watching us.” He lowered himself down and slid his arms around her hips, his hands grasping just below the curve of her derrière. His body returned to standing and he lifted her with the move, her legs clasped around his hips instantly, the feeling of her heated groin pressed to his mound and the base of his still fairly erect phallus. He carried her through the door into the master bed room and as he got there asked “Where to? You said something about changing rooms?”
She looked at him with awe, even in a haunted house he wanted to fuck her again? Exactly what she wanted as well. “Let’s give them a good show then Jacob, open the panel and let’s fuck in the passage way. That will teach them not to mess with a couple of horny mortals.”
It was amazing, he had thought about the very same thing; almost as if they were being driven to go there, forced to think of such a frightening escapade. He nodded and carried her to the panel. She reached up and turned the escutcheon as she had downstairs and the panel opened just like the one in the living room. She glanced over and said, “That’s probably what this switch is for as well, gesturing to the switch in the same location by this panel as the one downstairs. He moved her towards it and as she flipped the switch up a bare bulb came to life in the hidden corridor.
All fear seemed to have evaporated from them both. All the focus was now on finding again the heat of climax. He walked into the corridor and looked to the walls, no furnishings to rest her on it would be the floor or standing. He opted for the wall. He walked to the far side of the small space and pressed her against the sturdy planks. As he did his arms raised her up enough for the mighty stick to drop between her thighs and then lowered her, just enough. His body held her to the wall as his hands moved. One to carry her weight and the other to guide his firm cock to the right spot. He groaned as he felt the wetness of her cunt swallow the head. Her inner muscles seemed to clench on the shaft and draw it deeper as her hips began to rhythmically move along it. The coos of her voice echoed through the passageway with eerie resonance. He watched her eyes as she engulfed his long erect phallus to the hilt with smooth eased circles to the moves of her hips. His heart could have exploded if it were not so healthy; instead it beat faster and faster as the coursing blood filled his cock more fully than ever recalled before and he found the joy of passions they could share.
They each saw something. Well, really two of some things and for some reason the panic was gone from them both. Whether it was the heat of the moment or just knowing that whatever it was meant no harm. They accepted it. The spirits that had brought them together for a purpose they only felt, right. Her eyes fluttered with the invasive shaft inside her, her heart raced at the pending waves of glory she would find soon flow from her deepest core. His eyes stared to the side somehow restraining the inevitable surge of his own seed.