0 comments/ 31418 views/ 0 favorites Shellie's New Handyman By: DreamingofJennifer I sat at the bar of a restaurant in Colorado Springs. I was finishing up my first drink when my cell phone rang. It wasn't good news. Even though I had traveled the short distance from Denver to see a friend from college, she wasn't going to make it after all. Turns out her husband wasn't too keen on the idea of her seeing me, even if there was never anything between the two of us and there never would be, at least not now that we were both married. I tossed a $10 bill on the bar. I stood to leave and ran right into a blonde who was just making her way into the bar. We bumped into each other and both said "Sorry" at the same time, our eyes locking for the briefest of moments before we made our way around one another, a brief dance that ended way too quickly. Instead of heading for the exit, I found myself walking to the bathroom. I looked over my shoulder to find that the blonde had taken the empty seat next to the one I just vacated. Was that a connection I just felt? Was there a chance she felt it when our eyes locked, too, or was that just the wandering imagination of a married man bumping into a pretty blonde woman at a bar? I didn't know for sure, but I couldn't get her out of my mind. I might have gotten no more than an instant to check her out, but that blue, strapless sundress revealed some very long legs and what looked to be an amazing backside. I already wanted to see more. The pounding in my chest told me what I was going to do next, and it certainly wasn't going to be driving back to Denver. At least, not yet. I walked back to the stool at the bar and sat down. "Oh, I'm sorry. I assumed you were leaving," the blonde said, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "That? No, I was just...ummm, making sure the bartender, you know, didn't think I had left," I said, smooth as ever. "Uh uh, right," she said, grabbing her purse as if she were going to move. "I'll go ahead and scoot over for you then." "Oh, you don't have to do that," I said, taking a seat. "I could use the company. That is, if you're not expecting someone." She said that she wasn't. She had just dropped her kids off with their grandparents for the weekend, and she was looking to unwind, even if it meant having a drink by herself. "Luckily, I won't have to," she said, smiling. And just like that, I was hooked. As we talked, I had to battle the urge to let my eyes roam over her body. It turned out that she was a stay home mother taking care of her two kids while her husband served overseas. It was obvious she missed him greatly, but there was something in her tone and in her eyes that said she was getting tired of being cooped up in the house all alone for so long. "It's not easy raising two kids all by yourself," she said. "But it's not just that. It's everything. I mean, our gazebo out back needs to be painted. And damn it, I'm tired of mowing the damn lawn." She smiled at that last part and we both laughed. "I've always loved mowing grass," I said. "Maybe I can help out sometime." It was a joke, at least it was supposed to be, but as I said it she turned to me. "Seriously?" "Yeah, sure," I said. "Well, maybe I don't exactly love mowing grass, but yeah, if you wanted some help, I'd do it. Hell, I'm sure most guys would be willing to help. Why wouldn't they?" "Because most guys are jerks," she said, only partially joking. "Maybe the ones you've met," I said. "I mean, have you ever asked anyone to help out?" "All I have to do is ask? Is that it?" "Yeah," I said. "Okay, then. Will you come help mow my lawn?" She laughed and finished her drink. "Sure. Why not," I said. She looked surprised and doubtful. "Let's go." I stood, tossed a twenty on the bar and looked at her. "Aren't you coming?" "Seriously?" "Seriously." * * * An hour later I was mowing the last section of her back yard. My heart was racing, and not from the exertion from mowing the lawn. What was I doing? A married man mowing a complete stranger's lawn. A stranger who happens to have the sexiest smile I've ever seen and who loves to show off her soft yet toned legs. A stranger who also happens to be married. What did I think I was doing? I really needed to get back in my car and head for home. I finished the last of the lawn, cleaned off the mower, and put everything away in the shed out back, determined to wash up and get out of there. As I walked to the back door, I noticed that she had set out some lemonade on the living room table and I realized how parched I was. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked, motioning me inside. She sat down on the couch and I sat next to her, grabbing a glass. It was cold. Refreshing. But honestly, I didn't taste any of it. Instead, I was focused on her legs, which she had just crossed, causing her dress to slide up enough for me to see her silky white thighs. "By the way," she said. "I'm Shellie." She offered me her hand and laughed. "I usually don't invite total strangers to come mow my lawn." "And I usually make it a point to know a woman's name before I start doing her chores," I said, laughing with her. "I'm James." As we sat on the couch, talking and laughing, Shellie told me how nice it was to have a man around the house again, even if just for the day. I told her that I was willing to come down again if she ever needed anything done around the house, like painting the gazebo out back. She said she'd take me up on the offer. "I just wish I had someone to stay the night, too," she said. No sooner had the words escaped her mouth when her cheeks turned a crimson red. "God, I'm sorry. I can't believe I said that. It's just that...well, I get lonely sometimes." I told her I understood the feeling. Being alone is never easy. Sometimes you just need to have someone around to talk to. But it was more than that, she said. A woman needs things, just like a man, but when there's no man around, it's tough. I nodded at that, showing some sympathy for her situation. "That's one of many reasons I'm glad I'm married," I said. "Then your wife is a very lucky woman," she said. "Will you excuse me for a moment?" She stood and walked in the direction of what I assumed was her bedroom. I thought maybe I had said something wrong. That maybe she was embarrassed about our conversation and had left to compose herself. Yet while she was gone, I fantasized about following her to her bedroom. I imagined helping her in her time of need, just as I did outside. But this would be a lot more fun. I pictured our first kiss, her soft lips on mine. I pictured sliding that dress over her shoulders, revealing a body that any young co-ed would envy. As I pictured these things, I realized that I had grown hard, my cock pressing against my pants. I wanted nothing more than to follow her, take her, please her. My cock throbbed, and I knew I had to leave. I couldn't risk anything. So I stood and walked the way she had, going over my excuse in my head. "I have to get going. I'm supposed to meet with friends tonight," I would lie. Anything to get me out of there, safe from the risk of cheating on my wife. But when I got to her bedroom doorway, my lie was forgotten. For there stood the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Shellie, her dress hiked up over her hips, stood with one hand on her dresser and the other at her crotch. She let out a soft moan as she stared at herself in the mirror and let her hand roam over her sensual spot between her legs. She was gorgeous. Sexy. I was frozen, taking in every inch of the scene before me. Her gasp brought me back to reality. She turned, our eyes locking on one another. I had been caught, just as she had been, but she didn't drop her dress or make any move to cover herself or to hide what she was doing. "I'm sorry, I should..." I started. "No, please. Don't go," she said. She wasn't pleading. Instead, it was more of a passionate request. "Look, I can't. My wife would..." "Just...just watch." So I did. I leaned against the doorway, my cock throbbing like never before. Shellie had already started touching herself again, but now, her eyes were locked on mine. I could see the lust in her look. She wanted me as badly as I did her. And I knew that, as her fingers slid slowly in and out of her, she was imagining my hard cock entering her from behind. It was my finger, my tongue, teasing her clit, making her moan with pleasure. I wanted to run in there and devour her. Please her like no man had ever pleased her. Show her what she'd been missing for the last two years. Show her that she didn't have to be alone. But I resisted. What we were doing, it was cheating, no question about that. But there was a line I was unwilling to cross. Shellie moved away from the dresser and slid her dress to the floor, her eyes never leaving mine. As she walked to the bed and lay down on her back, I saw that her breasts were just as nice as her shapely legs. This was one great looking woman lying naked before me. Then she spread her legs so I could see her neatly trimmed bush atop her glistening lips. She ran two fingers over them and parted them for me. She smiled a wicked smile and raised her fingers to her mouth where she sucked her own juices from them. I thought I would explode. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, and knowing I could do nothing but watch was making it almost unbearable. I moved to the seat in the corner. There was a light, musky smell in the room that turned me on even more. I took a deep breath and watched the rest of the show. And it didn't take long. Her eyes still on mine, Shellie began to move her fingers over her clit in circles, then up and down, then in circles again. Her hips began to buck ever so slightly, her breathing coming fast and furious. She thrust her legs further apart and I knew she was about to come. At last, her eyes broke contact as she squeezed them shut to concentrate on what I could only imagine to be sheer ecstasy. She bucked her hips one more time and let out a loud moan. "Oh, God, James," she shouted, and with that, she let out a scream. Her entire body trembled as the ripple of pleasure shot through her body, emanating from her core and moving out to her fingers and toes. She slowly got control of herself, taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly. She was already glowing, and although I had just seen a woman in the height of passion, there was no doubt that she looked sexier right now then she did just a few minutes ago. She rolled her head to the side and found my eyes, her body calm, her breathing normal. She smiled a relaxed, sexy smile. I smiled back. I didn't want to ruin the moment, so I just sat there, looking at this woman I had just met, but whom I suddenly felt I had known forever. "Thanks for mowing my lawn," she whispered. She giggled at that, and so did I. I stood and made my way to the bedroom door. "Anytime." She lay there, glowing, a smile somehow showing on her entire body and not just on that beautiful face. I walked to the front door, in a daze from what had just happened. As I opened the front door I heard a noise behind me. It was Shellie, her dress already back in place. She smiled as she crossed over to me. She laid a hand on my shoulder, leaned in, and whispered in my ear, "I hope to see you again." Before she pulled back, she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I wanted to dive into the kiss, to feel the electricity coursing through my body. Instead, I smiled and walked out the door.