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The Tool Man

By: Bacomicfan



When Kim decided to remodel the loft in the old barn and make it into a private studio, she'd gotten all excited at just the idea of it. Her own private place to get away from the world, to sit back and let her mind wander and play. A reading room. An office. A haven to listen to music and drift away from everyday hassles and responsibilities. Watching the sun set in warm, brilliant hues through thrown wide loft doors. Sigh...her own private "downtime" room. But little did she know that that room was to become much more than that...have much more meaning...bring so much more pleasure and purpose to her life. She was to receive a huge shock on that account...and it would happen before the room was even completed.

After checking with several construction companies and contractors, comparing prices and availability, she finally settled on the one that seemed most willing to listen to her ideas, that sounded most happy to work with her. This was, after all, to be a special room...and it had to be just right. In retrospect, Kim had no idea just HOW special that room would become.

And so it came to be that she hired the Bolton Brothers Construction Company, a small family firm that boasted "Twenty years of reliable service throughout five counties. Ask your neighbors...we've probably done some work for them." She'd spoken to one of the titular brothers, a husky-voiced man named Alex, both in the initial phone call and in the final call where she agreed to hire them. He seemed knowledgeable and pleasant, with all the right answers and a most agreeable price. And so, her dream room had taken its first step to its long overdue birth.

Kim was excited the day construction was to begin. She paced for hours until the caravan of pickup trucks rolled into her back yard, each loaded with supplies and tools to make her dream come true. That was when she met the owner of the telephone voice. Alex was a stocky man, tanned and strong from long hours in the sun creating dreams for other people. He explained to Kim that the entire construction, barring unforeseen circumstances, should only take a few days. Kim was ecstatic! Just a few short days to her dream of dreams!

As she spoke with Alex, she noted with a little surprise that one by one all the trucks had dropped off their supplies and had begun to leave. No one was staying to do the work! She addressed this concern with Alex, and he laughed.

"Well, in all honesty, ma'am," Alex said with a smile, "this is really a small job. One man can handle this just fine. The rest of my men have to head out of town to do a huge remodeling job on a department store. They'll be working on that project for several weeks. We're committed to a time limit on that one, and I'll need as many workers there as I can get."

"But," Kim said, looking perplexedly at the back yard, now empty of all but Alex's personal pickup, and the apparently abandoned supplies, "other than you, there's no one left here. Are you going to do the work yourself?"

"Oh, no, ma'am," he replied, seeming to be amused, "the other half of Bolton Brothers will be here himself shortly. I've got to oversee the department store construction, but my brother John has been in this business as long as I have. He's one of the best construction guys there is, trust me."

"Oh, so....he'll be here soon?" she asked, her dream suddenly seeming to waft away in the breeze.

"Sure," Alex still smiled, "any minute. Trust me, everything's okay. Now, I really have to go. I've left notes and plans for John over there by the tool box. He'll know exactly what you're looking for and how to make it just right for you. Really, ma'am, he's the best."

With a friendly wave, Alex turned and headed to his truck. As he drove off, Kim stared blankly at the empty yard. Well, empty except for wood, sheet rock, saws, drills and other construction materials and tools. In comparison to the churning tires of the parade of pickup trucks and the clamor of broad-shouldered men carrying supplies quickly from truck to barn, the air seemed eerily silent all of a sudden. Kim stood there, dazed, but precariously hopeful.

Just as she was beginning to pace again, some fifteen minutes later, another pickup barreled along her driveway, bouncing and weaving over rock and grass. The truck itself seemed somehow full of energy, eager for action. It bumped and bounced, ultimately screeching to a halt in a cloud of dust. The door opened, and out popped her dream maker.

Standing at almost six feet tall, John was more trim than his brother, his muscles more sculpted and firm. His tan was as dark and complete as his brother's. He was naked above the waist, and Kim's eyes traced his tight pecs from his shoulders right down to his dark nipples. They had already begun to glisten with perspiration in the summer heat. His hair was dark and wavy, made no less dark even in contrast to his bronzed skin. His mustache, brown and neatly trimmed, somehow made Kim tingle just to look at it. But it was the eyes that did her in. Deep blue eyes that seemed to shimmer beneath his dark eyebrows and tanned forehead. Standing about thirty feet from him as he stood beside his truck, Kim could nonetheless see the cool sensuality in those incredible eyes. Looking the man up and down, she clamped her thighs together and sighed wistfully.

John leaned in to pull his personal toolbox out of the cab, where it had sat next to him on the seat. He lifted it up and placed it on the roof of the cab, then turned to give Kim a friendly wave. His smile was genuine, sensual lips curling just enough to show a tiny bit of his white teeth. After placing the toolbox on the roof, he leaned in again, taking something out of the cab that Kim didn't recognize at first. As he slung the object around his waist, her eyes began to focus on and recognize it for what it was. With an audible "whoosh" and "click," John whipped the tool belt completely around his waist and fastened the clasp, adjusting the tightness. It all happened in seconds, with the practiced ease of countless repetitions. Now the tool man had his toolbox and his tool belt. He was ready to create a miracle.

"Hi," he yelled over to Kim, smiling that winning smile and walking toward her, "I'm John. I assume you're Kim?"

Forcing her lungs to function properly, Kim replied, "Yes, that's right. I'm Kim. I was getting a little worried when I saw all this stuff delivered, but no one to put it all together."

John looked concerned. "Didn't my brother tell you I'd be along?"

"Well, yes, he did," Kim said, feeling a tiny bit foolish, "but, well, you know...I've waited so long to have this done that I got a little nervous when everyone left."

He smiled. "Don't worry, we at Bolton Brothers never leave a job unfinished. I'll have this loft renovated in no time. Just ask..."

"I know, I know," Kim said, "just ask my neighbors, right? You've probably done some work for them?"

John laughed with gusto, his head tilting back with the force of it, his open mouth showing just how white and perfect his teeth were. "Ahh, I see you've memorized our ad, huh? Catchy, isn't it?"

"Yes...very," she answered, a wry smile curling her lips.

"Well, let's see what we've got, shall we? Did my brother happen to tell you where he left notes for me to look at?"

"Actually, yes, he did. He said he put them over there....by the humongous tool box next to the saw horses." She pointed, and when John saw the pad he nodded.

"Thanks," he offered, with an officer's salute and a wink.

"Welcome" Kim replied, giving him a stiff-fingered salute in return.

Without further conversation, John took his toolbox and headed for the job notes. 

Kim wasn't sure where she wanted to look first. His broad, tanned shoulders and back? The tight blue Levi's that hugged his delectable ass? The muscled arms, one of which carried the toolbox as if it was a bag of feathers? In the end, her eyes decided on ogling his sweet, denim-covered derriere. It moved so sweetly as he walked, after all. And she so loved a man with a sexy ass. 

With her chin resting on her thumb and forefinger, she did just that. She watched John walk to the large tool box with the notes on it. She thought she'd faint when he bent over to pick up those notes. As it was, she ended up biting the tip of her forefinger so hard she almost drew blood. She sighed, licking and sucking her finger as she watched him bend and then stand up again, studying the instructions.

With his lower body still facing the barn, he turned at the waist, swinging his upper body around to face Kim, saying something to her. She was so fixated on his Levi-clad buns that she didn't hear him at first. He spoke again, more loudly. "If you'll just show me the loft," he said, "I'll get an idea where to start."

"Oh....sure," Kim stammered, blushing, "right this way."

She showed him into the barn, walking across the dirt floor to the loft area. When she approached it, she realized she'd need the ladder for the two of them to get up into the loft, so she headed for the spot where it leaned against the wall of the barn. John beat her to it. 

"I'll get that, ma'am," he said, lifting it as if it were made of cardboard and bringing it to the edge of the loft.

"John, please don't call me 'ma'am'. My name's Kim, remember?"

"Oh, yeah," he smiled, "sure. Sorry. It's just habit. Didn't mean anything by it. I mean....well, you know."

She laughed. "It's okay. Let's just call each other Kim and John from now on, okay? You're going to be here for a few days, so 'ma'am' and 'Mr.Bolton' would sound kinda stodgy, wouldn't it?"

"Couldn't agree more....Kim." He smiled and winked one of those sexy blue eyes. Kim bit her lip.

"Good. Now, I'll show you what I'm after...in the loft, I mean...what you can do for me...what I want from you, I mean...with my new room." Embarrassed at her sudden fit of stammering, she hoped her face wasn't flushed. But it sure did feel awfully warm.

Again John laughed. "All right, Kim. Follow me up the ladder, and you can give me any other instructions when we get up there."

Kim licked her lips again at the thought of following that Levi-clad backside up the ladder. And the reality of it was even better than her fantasy. With each step that sexy ass called out to her, teased her, winked at her every bit as much as the deep, blue, twinkling eyes had. Step after step it pushed mightily against the Levi's, moving seductively as each thigh lifted to propel John's legs up the ladder. The backside of his jeans were faded, prompting a fantasy vignette on Kim's part, where the worn material simply dissolved away, fiber by fiber, slowly revealing the powerful buns of a firm-bodied tool man. The fantasy lasted but a few fleeting moments, but before it ended, her fantasy self had bounded up the ladder, grabbed his hips in a grip of steel and nibbled that teasing ass raw. She might've giggled, but it's difficult for most people to giggle and sigh simultaneously.

By the time they got to the top, Kim's eyeballs were sweating, her pupils imitating the steady motion of his cheeks as he climbed up those splintering, wooden steps. Her hypnotized pupils seemed unable to stop their round and round, up and down movements, making the task of focusing - on anything but John's buns - difficult at best. It was a wonder it didn't make her dizzy.

Kim was out of breath when she finally stood on the creaking floor of the loft. And the perspiration building up on her forehead was disproportionate to the arid heat of the day and the mild exertion of climbing the ladder. So was the thudding of her heart.

"Wow," John said, "this'll make a great little office. The loft doors will help keep it cool. Lots of flowing air. Fantastic view, too." He walked over to the doors and looked out, hands on hips, his muscular body silhouetted in the bright sun.

"No shit...tell me about fantastic views," Kim mumbled under her breath, still seeing those nibbled cheeks in her mind's eye, even as she feasted on the rugged silhouette in the doorway. It seemed she was making a habit now of clamping her thighs together.

"What was that?" John asked, turning back to her.

"Huh? Oh, nothing," she lied, chuckling to herself.

John smiled, though with the sunlight coming from behind him his face was almost too shadowed to see it. Kim didn't care. She'd already gotten that smile memorized. She knew exactly where it was down there below those seductive blue eyes. And she felt intimate with every hair of that yummy mustache.

"Well," John said, almost loudly, "I'd better get started. Any last minute instructions...other than what you told Alex, I mean?"

"No, that should do it. Mind if I come by every now and then to check on progress, or will I get in your way?"

"Not at all. You're the customer. Stop by as often as you like. Besides," he winked and smiled slyly, "it'll be nice to see some pretty scenery every now and then. I mean, in addition to the gorgeous view outside the loft doors." At about the middle of his overt flattery, Kim saw those dreamy eyes look her up and down. And that seemingly ever present smile broadened, a sign to Kim that he approved of what he saw. As she fought to keep from jumping him right there in the loft, she couldn't help but wonder if he was getting as stoked as she already was. 

"Down girl," she chided herself. "Get a grip. You've been waiting a long time for this loft room. Let the man do his work. Besides, you're probably imagining things here. Look at that hunk. He could have any woman on the planet. What makes you think his gonads are hopped up to try YOU on for size?" She sighed audibly and said to herself with finality, "Get real." 

"Do your work, tool man," she said to John, as she turned to make the return trip down the ladder.

"Don't forget to stop by," he said with a final wink as she climbed over the edge of the loft.

She stopped and looked up at him...right into those captivating blue eyes. Surprising herself as she'd never done before, her mouth apparently betrayed her innermost desires. With thinly veiled innuendo she said, "Oh, I'll be back all right, tool man. There's nothing I'd like more than to see just how well you...work." Realizing what she'd said, she felt her face - for sure this time - flush a bright crimson. She hurried to climb over the edge of the loft and down the ladder. But in the instant before John's visage disappeared from view, she was sure she saw one delighted, face-devouring grin plastered all over it.

Kim managed to get down the ladder without mishap, but when she reached the solid ground of the barn's dirt floor, she found her legs wobbling uneasily. Her whole body trembled. She was unsteady, holding onto the ladder for dear life, leaning against it, almost hugging it. Her heart pounded. She had pins and needles in her fingers. For a fleeting moment she feared she might be having a stroke. But she laughed at the silliness of the thought. She knew EXACTLY what was going on. She had the hots for John in a major way. Even to the point of boldness such as she'd never displayed before. The area between her legs felt like she'd been holding an ice cream bar in there...like it had quickly melted and was now warm, wet and sticky. Her thighs pressed tightly together again, but that didn't stop the sensation. She ached for John, naked and sweaty...his hands and lips all over her. And hers likewise all over him. She burned. She itched. She craved. But what made her smile most was the niggling thought that, based on what she'd seen and heard from him so far, he would be just as thrilled to jump her as she would be for him to do it.

That thought seemed to help her get her body under control, get strength back in her legs. She stood up, no longer needing the ladder for support. She smiled, both inwardly and outwardly. And wondered...if John DID want her, should she....? No. But...why not? They were both adults, both capable of making decisions for themselves. Why the hell not? She'd been nothing short of celibate for months now. Why shouldn't she go for it once in a while? She deserved a little pleasure in her life. And who knows...maybe it could lead to something special? Oh, wow, she thought...hormones can make you crazy!

But as she walked back to the house, she took one last glance up into the loft. John was roaming about up there, pencil above his ear, tape measure sliding out it's yellow, metallic tongue, then sucking it back in again with a snap. Looking up at his back, Kim sighed. Even his shoulder blades were making her wet! If she ever saw him naked, she'd probably explode into a billion, billion atoms and float away into nothingness. But, God, what a way to go!

On her way back to the house the plan crept into her brain. Despite her conscience - and years of habit - trying to convince her it was a foolish idea, she decided that she was going to flirt, and flirt openly, with this man. What did she have to lose? He was obviously a very nice man. At the very least he enjoyed flirting right back. So what would be the harm? If nothing happened, then fine. But...if it did...even anything at all...at the very least she would have enough fantasy material to keep her pleasing herself for years to come. He could be her very own imaginary lover. She would have no trouble fantasizing herself to orgasm by picturing his handsome face and firm body pawing her with passion and lust.

So, it was settled. She began thinking of all the excuses she could come up with to check on his "progress." And with each visit to the loft she would flirt shamelessly. She could key on his reactions as to whether or not she was being a nuisance. If she was, she'd back off. But if not....oh, God...if not. She sighed just to think of it.

Not to seem too desperate or needy, Kim waited several hours before her first visit to see how John was doing. She'd spent those hours peering out the kitchen window, watching his frequent trips to the front of the barn for sheet rock, lumber, etc. Her mind wasn't just seeing the backside of his jeans dissolving away now, but also the front of them. Once, when he'd wiped sweat from his brow with a cloth from his truck, she imagined the jeans had disappeared completely, and he was wiping his entire sweaty body with the cloth. And, my oh my, what an impressive tool the tool man had! That particular little fantasy resulted in Kim using a cloth on herself...a cold one, filled with ice, rubbed all over her face and neck...and then stuffed between her legs.

Then it hit her. Her first excuse to check on "things." John was sweating. Surely he would LOVE a cold glass of water or lemonade or iced tea. He must be parched. Surely he needed a break from his work. It was, after all, nearly lunch time. That was it! 

In less than five minutes, Kim had a tasty ham sandwich and a large glass of iced tea whipped together and ready to be trundled out to her tool man. And no sooner were they prepared, than they were on their way to be consumed by her sweating hero.

He was up in the loft, hammering away, when Kim brought the modest lunch to him. Balancing the sandwich and drink on a small, round tray, she slowly worked her way up the steps of the ladder. She was not prepared for the sight that greeted her when she reached the top and peered over the edge of the loft. Not more than six feet in front of her, bent over and hammering together what appeared to be some sort of frame, was her tool man. He knelt on one knee, his other leg out to the side a bit with part of the fame between his knee and foot as he pounded a nail into place. As he bent over, his fine ass was prominently displayed in Kim's direction. His entire body shook with the force of driving the nails home. The symbolism of a tool man pounding away with his hammer did not escape Kim, either.


The Tool Man



Looking up at that fine butt, she also realized that she could look directly up between his legs. Oh, how she wished he was naked. For if such was the case, all mysteries would be glaringly revealed, solved for all time. She'd be looking directly up at his personal hardware, his own sturdy hammer and Misters testicle #1 and testicle #2. Gone was the butt-nibbling fantasy. Now the fantasy was of something else being gobbled and slurped. It was a good thing she didn't drool, because neither of her hands was free to wipe her mouth.

She didn't know how long she'd been staring up at his ass, but with a start she realized that not only had the hammering stopped, but John was looking down and back between his legs at her. The smile formed by his curled lips threatened to totally obliterate his face.

"Hi, there. Whatcha up to?" he asked, grinning.

"Oh, my...I'm so sorry...I was just...I mean..."

John laughed, but seemed as if he had every intention of being merciful, though he could've easily made Kim squirm for her obvious voyeurism. "Oh, brought me some sustenance, have you? That's really nice of you. I AM famished. And I think I'm on my way to being dehydrated, too. Even though it's not really humid, and there's a breeze coming through the loft doors, it gets awfully hot when you're sheetrocking and hammering and drilling this high up, even in the openness of a barn. In other words, thank you very much for the food and drink. I actually did bring a lunch with me, but I'm sure you're...I mean, what you've brought me...is much tastier." He said all this still peering down at her between his legs. When he finished his spiel, he turned and got on both knees so he could help Kim with the platter.

After she handed John the modest lunch, he moved back a bit and sat on the floor, pushing aside the frame he'd been working on. Sitting semi-Indian style, he placed the tray between his legs. He dove into the sandwich with gusto. Likewise the iced tea.


Kim stood on the floor of the loft and marveled at John's progress. With only a few exceptions, the sheetrocking was completed. Most of the spackling was also finished. The loft looked like a new room, even in these early stages of remodeling. Off in one corner, John had already brought up the plush carpeting, still rolled and bound. He'd done so much in so little time. Kim walked around the room slowly, eyes wide, fingers touching the smoothness of its new walls.

"This is incredible!" she exclaimed. "It's beautiful! I can't wait..." Her approval was stopped in mid-expression.

She'd turned to smile down at John and caught his sexy blues eyes locked on her bottom. A few droplets of iced tea glistened on his mustache and his tongue snaked up to lick them off. But his eyes never left her behind. He was grinning like a loon.

"And what might YOU be looking at, Mr. Tool Man?" Though meant to be coquettish, after she said it, she realized John might possibly construe the words and tone as being irritated, causing him to back off. It could've ruined everything. But, thankfully, such was not the case.

"Hey," he said with a grin, "two can play at THAT game. Fair's fair." He wiped his mouth with a napkin and smiled a knowing smile up at her. A chill danced through Kim's body from the top of her head to the tips of her toenails. A good chill. As pleasurable as a chill can get.

"Oh, really?" she played it cool, "and what do you mean by that?" She walked over to him, hands on her hips...hips that she swayed a bit more than she needed to. She walked straight and tall, thrusting her bosom out in front of her as she sauntered over to him.

"Mean? Why...nothing at all. What did you THINK I meant?" A sly grin crossed his chewing mouth.

Even as she approached him, she realized his eyes - though surreptitiously to be sure - were again checking her out. Yes, she was sure of it. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him! It had to be!

"But," John added, seeming to change the subject, "there's nothing here for you to eat. Aren't you hungry, Kim? Isn't there something YOU'D like to eat?"

The words stunned her. Her jaw dropped open for a split second...but then she caught herself, regained her composure...even prepared a retaliatory strike. "Actually, yes," she cooed in a low, soft voice. "There IS something I'd like to eat, but right now it's sort of...unavailable."

"Unavailable? You mean, like, there's none around?"

"Oh, there's some around. It's ust...well...kept from me...out of view...y'know?"

She couldn't believe what she was saying! This was going beyond flirting. They were being covertly sexual, yes, but it was about as obvious as anything "covert" could be! Her heart was pounding again and her legs felt weak like before. But she was determined to see where this would lead.

"Ahhh, I see," John smiled. "So, you'd eat this something if it wasn't being kept from you...is that it?"

"Exactly," she said, allowing herself the indulgence of licking her lips as she leaned forward, pushing her chest at him even more obviously. "Why, John...do you know of someplace I can get my hands on what I want?"

It was John's turn to have wide eyes and slack jaw. But his recovery was as impressive as Kim's. "As a matter of fact, I probably do know where you can get yourself a....filling...meal. Of course, I'd have to be sure just exactly what it is you most like to eat. I wouldn't want to bring you the wrong type of treat."

That seemed to be the point at which the two of them needed to stop. One more word from either of them and the loft project would be a thing of the past. Kim stood motionless, leaning slightly forward with her hardened nipples drilling into her blouse directly in John's direction. John had stopped in mid chew, eyes twinkling, glass of iced tea chilling his motionless hand. They stared into each others eyes. Both knew it was now or never. Either John would complete his day's work, or they'd roll around on splintered old wood until they were both exhausted. Apparently, it was the splintered wood part that decided things.

Now it was John's turn to plan. With a hypnosis ending shake of his head, he climbed out of the lustful pit he'd fallen into. Likewise, Kim shook the cobwebs from her head and relaxed, letting her hormones subside. It wasn't easy for either of them. But, John DID have a plan. And, in short order, Kim understood it too, thanks to John's obvious talk in that direction. But, at first, it seemed John had lost his interest...or that he'd just been playing a game. 

"Well," he said, getting to his feet with a long sigh, "I'd better get back to work. I've got a lot more to do."

Kim's shoulders slumped in disappointment, only to perk back up again with John's next statements.

"Yeah," he said, "I really want to get the walls and floor all done today, so I can roll out that nice, soft carpet over there." He pointed to the roll leaning against the corner walls. "Oh, I won't have time to get the walls painted and all, but I should be able to get that nice...soft...COMFORTABLE carpet measured and laid out all cozy like. Just for now, of course, until I can do things right. But at least then you can maybe come back and lie down on it and try it out...see how soft it is on your back and all. Who knows, when your office is all done, you might want to just spend hours lying here on your comfy carpet."

Kim picked up on where he was leading. "Yeah," she said, "this old wooden floor is loaded with splinters waiting to happen. Maybe you SHOULD try to finish up and get that carpet LAID. You let me know when you've got it all STRETCHED OUT and I'll come up and give it a tryout. How's that sound, tool man John?"

John's lips curled into yet another grin. He nodded. She nodded in return. They were apparently on the EXACT same wavelength.

"That's a perfect idea, Kim. Once I've got that THICK, LONG carpet all spread out, I'll call you to come give it a try. Wouldn't want you to be displeased with my service, after all."

"Oh," Kim replied, barely able to breathe, "I seriously doubt I could ever be displeased with your service, John." She felt like fanning herself, but that would've been no only too obvious, but downright tacky.

"Well, ya never know," he winked. "We better check things out to make sure you're happy with EVERYTHING. You know...take no chances."

Kim's legs started to get wobbly again. But she forced herself to the ladder. Swinging her legs over the loft's edge again, she began the descent. "Don't forget to call me, John. I really want to check out that carpet before you leave."

"Don't worry, Kim. Trust me, I want to check out your carpet, too. I'm sure it'll be one fine carpet. I have no doubt of it. But we'll give it a solid workout to be sure it's good for the long haul."

Kim nearly fell down the ladder, holding on for dear life. But with every step downward, her brain was looking forward to their joint "carpet test." My God, she thought, is this really going to happen? Or am I just dreaming all this? No, this can't be possible. I'm never this lucky. Or...can I be? 

On the dirt floor again, Kim turned back just as she reached the barn door. She had to make sure she didn't hallucinate the whole thing. John was hammering again, his muscles flexing tightly with the strain. She could just see his broad shoulders as he once again worked on the frame.

"Don't forget to call me as soon as the carpet's ready for testing!" she yelled up to him.

He stopped hammering and leaned over the edge of the loft. He grinned at her, his beautiful eyes sparkling. "Don't worry, Kim. I'll call you as soon as it's ready. We'll give that carpet one hell of a test. Keep listening for my yell. Shouldn't be more than an hour or so. And I'll make sure I'm ready for you. See you in a bit." He winked again, sending shivers up and down Kim's body. God, she couldn't take much more of this! 

As luck would have it, she wouldn't have to.

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More than two hours had passed, and Kim was busy berating herself. How could she believe that such an incredibly hard-muscled, blue-eyed hunk could want to "test her carpet" at all? Just that phrase alone rattling through her head made her once again clench her thighs tightly together and moan. She pushed her palm down hard into her crotch, trying to quell the rising tide of hormones that had been steadily gathering there ever since she fist saw John. For the last hour she'd been sitting at her kitchen table, staring glassy-eyed out the window, waiting impatiently for his signal for her to join him.

"Dunderhead!" she muttered to herself, "he was just teasing...flirting. Nothing's going to happen. Get a grip!" Having gone instantly from elated and excited to completely dejected, she lowered her head, sighing at the floor.

It was then that she heard, off in the distance, a sound. Her mind gradually broke away from its self-deprecating tirade and focused. It was John's voice...booming at her from the barn door. Her head whirled so fast that the movement caused almost palpable waves in the warm air.

There, in the mostly closed doorway, was her tool man. All she could see of him was his smiling face as he stuck it out the small gap between door and wall. His mouth, so handsome below that sexy mustache, was opened wide, yelling to her. She flew to the window, causing yet another stir in the previously unmoving air.

"Kim! C'mon! The walls and floor are all done....and that nice THICK carpet's been LAID!" Time to see what your carpet is made of...see how much it can take!" With that, he smiled broadly and his tanned, beaming face disappeared from the doorway.

Kim was so wet that she could swear she felt trickles - and not of perspiration - meandering down her inner thighs. Again those very same legs wobbled as she approached the barn, threatening to abandon her and become so weak she'd have to crawl to the barn. But if there was even the remotest chance that this was really going to happen, she'd gladly crawl every inch of the way from her back door to the barn...and even drag herself up that damn ladder using only the strength in her arms if she had to!

There was a blank spot in her memory. From the time her legs had become unsteady as she left her house, to the time she stood at the foot of the loft ladder, she had no recollection at all. It was as if she'd willed herself to TELEPORT somehow from her house to the barn. She tried, but she just couldn't recall a single second of that trek. But it didn't matter. Nothing did, save for what she hoped waited for her at the top of that ladder. So, shaking her head vigorously for a few seconds, she tried to clear her thoughts, concentrate on the climb ahead of her.

Step by step she climbed, even her elbows and knuckles sweating, from the dirt of the barn floor upward to what would hopefully turn out to be Heaven. As she neared the floor of the loft, she could see plush fibers running along the entire length of it's wooden edge. Her eyes widened. For a brief few moments she forgot her possibly impending tryst with the sexy tool man and admired the soft beauty of the carpet. Then, finally reaching the top of the ladder, she sighed as her fingertips traced a slow path along the carpeted floor edge. Sigh followed upon sigh. So soft...so beautiful.

And then all thoughts of the carpet were banished from her brain in one mind-numbing instant. When her hand had run along the carpet to the point that her arm was outstretched to its limit, her fingers stopped short in their caress of the soft fabric. An inch from where her hand stopped, her pinky beginning to twitch nervously, was a naked male foot, tanned and rugged. When she could gather her thoughts, she prayed it belonged to John.

Her eyes followed a path from that firmly planted foot upward, along the tanned, lightly furred calf to the slightly more hairy but no less firm and tanned thigh. The muscles of that leg were about as deliciously manly as any she'd ever seen. Her tongue licked her lips as her mesmerized brain took it all in.

Then she almost swallowed that tongue. For, as her eyes traveled ever upward, she saw the one thing she most wanted to see in all the world. The tool man's....tool. Yes, there it was...in all it's muscled, veined glory. It's erotic beauty took her breath away. She held tightly to the ladder, more out of instinct for survival than from any conscious thought process in her brain.

But then the final piece de resistance threatened to send her flailing and crashing from the ladder to the hard packed earth below. Expecting to see her tool man totally naked after seeing his impressive piece, she was somehow even more erotically charged to see how he was actually presenting himself to her. For though he stood there boldly displaying his wares, he was not totally bereft of accouterments. Instead, he stood before the salivating Kim wearing only his tool belt...nothing else. 

Kim's eyes darted all over John's body from the bottom of his rib cage, over his tight, flat stomach, all around his powerful looking hips and down below his navel to his curly carpet and the impressive items it cradled safely in its warmth. But that tool belt. Somehow it framed John's organs like a picture frame might proudly display a true work of fine, priceless art. It hung low on his hips, taunting Kim to reach up and yank it down. The little pockets and loops and pouches that usually held hammers, screwdrivers and nails were empty, leaving as little of his hard body obscured as possible, save for that part of his waist the belt portion covered. 

Not wanting to lose the moment, John began to strut around in that leather tool belt. Raising his arms and placing his hands behind his head, showing off his delicious, hard, tanned shoulders and pecs, he danced lewdly to some bouncy but unheard beat before the mesmerized Kim. The pockets and pouches of the toolbelt bounced and flopped as his hips bucked and heaved to that silent macho tune. But they weren't the only things flopping about. His semi-erect penis was slapping back and forth temptingly between his thighs...a deliciously mobile target that held Kim's admiring eyes transfixed, feasting gluttonously. When he spread his legs a bit and thrust his hips forward in some erotic, ritual dance that his body made up as it went along, Kim could even see his dangling jewels doing their best to keep up with his animated glans. What a sight it was to behold! A gorgeous, intelligent, sexy man dancing naked - except for the somehow erotically enhancing tool belt - before her admiring eyes! She watched in awe, slowly losing her grip on the ladder and quickly drenching the crotch of her shorts.

When John walked forward until he was only a few feet from her - forcing her eyes to look upward at a greater angle to keep his "sundries" in sight - Kim finally lost her balance, and her sweaty fingers relinquished their tenuous grip on both ladder and carpet's edge. With a surprised "whoop!" and suddenly saucer shaped eyes, she instantly became disoriented and began to tumble backwards, a painful downward plunge seemingly imminent.

"Gotcha!" she heard in some hazy, far off land.

Strong hands gripped her tightly by her wrists, hauling her upward as if she were but a twig blowing about in a stiff breeze. She felt a rush of air along her body as she was lifted easily over the edge of the loft. Her balance all off kilter, she tumbled forward onto her knees, weak and trembling. But was the trembling from the fear of almost falling...or from unadulterated lust? She didn't really have time to think about it, as she was busy trying to collect herself. For some reason, either dizziness or perhaps embarrassment, she had clenched her eyes tightly shut. At length, breathing heavily, gasping for air, she recovered enough to open her clenched eyelids, the haze slowly lifting from her immediate range of sight.

And with a gasp and sigh, she noticed she was face to "face" with the tool man's most valued tool.      So there it was, point blank, staring her in the face with its one good eye. Her head reeled and even though she was relatively stable on her knees on the carpet, Kim was even more woozy than she was on the ladder. It was a good thing John still held her wrists firmly in his dual grip.

Her head was pounding. Her tongue seemed glued to her bottom lip, the tip of it just sticking out of her mouth. Her breathing was erratic at best, lungs seeming to spasm in her chest. Most of her blood supply was quickly heading south, as was just about every hormone worth having. Everything she'd fantasized about for the last several hours was embodied right there in that succulent, bobbing tool. If she could've gotten her tongue off her lip, she probably would've grinned widely.

Kim's heavy breathing was having a reciprocal effect on John's fattening manhood. Her panting was definitely stimulating his penis, making it harder, thicker and longer by the second. With each puff of hot air screaming from her lungs, the prodigious organ stretched and rose, that one good eye apparently wanting to get a view of the barn's ceiling, now. It was all Kim could do to keep herself from lunging mouth first at it...grabbing John by the hips and gobbling him until he came like a pulsing lawn sprinkler down her parched throat.

Both she and John were surprised when she resisted his helping her to her feet. The sight of his erection, knowing it was for her, realizing finally that all she'd hoped for was actually going to happen...well, she just didn't want to stand. She would hate losing sight of that fine member throbbing so passionately below that sexy tool belt. So, she did the only thing she could do. She gave in to her desires. The carpet testing could wait. This just HAD to be done. So, looking up into his captivating eyes - blushing despite her determination to do what must be done - she grinned. Her tongue finally unlocked itself from her lower lip and slid across it, from one side to the other. John knew what she wanted, and though he also blushed a bit, he grinned back at her. He took a wide-legged stance and let go of her wrists. Instead, his hands moved to the back of her head, gently kneading her scalp and hair. His eyes gave her the permission she'd hoped for (though, in truth, she would have gone on with her plan whether he'd given permission or not).




The Tool Man



John leaned forward just a bit. Kim likewise leaned forward. Sliding her hands up the outsides of his thighs and slipping them under the tool belt, she grabbed one firm cheek in each groping hand. Squeezing his ass with conviction, she pulled him forward...and started kissing his cock.

She sighed as her lips adored that magnificent rod. It tasted as good to her as a sizzling steak would taste to someone who'd only eaten berries and rice for weeks. She quickly realized that her hands, though enjoying his fine derriere immensely, could be put to better use stabilizing the bobbing snack her mouth had become so fond of in such a short time. Necessity guided her right hand to his hot shaft. Instinct sent her left hand in a direct line to his soft, dangling sack. His moan, and the quivering of his thighs, told Kim that both moves were exactly right.

Holding his cock firmly in her hand, she stuck her tongue out as far as it would go, licking around and around the engorged head, pressing the tip of it into his tiny opening. God, what a feast! Unbeknownst to Kim, her hand had begun to slowly stroke him as she sucked and licked the purpling head. John's fingers massaged her scalp a bit more firmly. His hips moved ever so slightly.

Kim's other hand began gently squeezing his full, warm sack. Again John moaned, and his hips began to move a bit faster, but in a much slower rhythm than they had when he'd danced lewdly for her earlier. Her palm jiggled his testicles, and her fingers probed behind them. The light strokes of those fingers caused hot bolts of electricity to race along his shaft to his pulsing head. 

Kim was still stroking at the very base of his cock, her mouth now open wide, allowing her flattened tongue to lick as much of his shaft as she could. Long, slow licks, with intermittent kisses and little nibbles. Up and down his cock. Oh, how she wanted to savor this incredible tool. She was intensely hot, yet with icy chills skipping along her spine, as her mouth savored the tool man's rigid cock.

A quick look up and she saw John's face. Head slightly upraised, his eyes were tightly shut, his teeth gritted together mightily, his lips pursed stonelike in a grimace of pleasure. It seemed his mouth was trying to smile, but his jaw could only clench tightly at the moment. Kim loved that lust look on a man's face, and it inspired her to continue, upping the ante moment by moment.

It wasn't long before all rational thought was gone from both of them. Kim's oral ministrations to John's penis became more insistent, licking and deep throating him with a lust she hadn't experienced in years. She started to pant as she sucked and fondled every inch of his genital area. His massive tool filling her mouth often made it difficult to breathe, but she didn't care. She huffed and snorted as she sucked him long and hard. She made panting noises as she lapped his shaft. Her lungs heaved as she hunkered down to suck his testicles like dangling, liquid-filled teabags. 

Every lick, suck and nibble had Kim squirming on the newly carpeted loft floor. She could barely contain the passion she felt, blowing this complete stranger. She was dripping - no, gushing - between her legs, and found herself rubbing her dribbling, cotton-and-denim-covered slit hard into the carpet, trying to quell the rising itch there. Her mouth moved like a well-oiled machine on his throbbing penis, sucking and lapping as if her life depended on it. She moaned and sighed and slurped, grinding her itching crotch into the carpet, her mind totally gone, but her body needing release very soon. But, above all, she wanted a mouthful of this man's juices. She wanted to feel it squirting down her throat, ricocheting off her tongue and the inside walls of her mouth. She wanted it filling her so fast that she had to use all of her oral speed and skill to swallow it quickly. In short, she wanted a mouthful. That's all....just a mouthful of this man's cum. Everything that was stored in his delightfully full sack she wanted spurting into her sucking mouth.

She got her wish. As her mouth pistoned up and down his shaft like some super-powered engine of lust, the hand that had squeezed and fondled his scrotum slowly slid back behind it. Her fingers sought the warm chasm of John's ass, working between his firm cheeks and exploring within. Two fingertips played on his tight opening, working hard to enter it. He began to shiver again, and a series of low moans escaped his now open lips. Then Kim managed to slip her finger inside him, and a great quake rumbled from his waist to his toes. He moaned loudly, thrusting his hips forward.

Instantly, a rush of hot liquid screamed into Kim's mouth. As the first few volleys bounced off her tongue and throat, she shoved his cock as deep into her mouth as she could get it, squeezing his testicles with one hand while fingering his anus with the other. His hand squeezed her head like a vise. His hips thrust forward and back, slamming his pubic area into her face over and over. He cried out unintelligible words to the ceiling of the old barn. And he came. Oh, my Lord, did he come. Spurt after spurt blasted into Kim's greedy mouth, seeming as if it would never end. Gleefully squirming on the carpet, Kim hungrily accepted every drop. She nearly came as well, but she was so focused on sucking him dry that she never quite got to that point. It didn't matter, though. Soon she would. Very soon.

After what seemed like an eternity of accepting his semen into her mouth, John's bucking slowed. But not because his orgasm was over. No. Rather, it was because he sensed Kim's impassioned state. He could hear her moans and sighs, feel her squirming need. And as much as he loved her determined mouth, he wanted to give her more than just a mouthful of his sperm. He wanted to fill her elsewhere, make her scream with pleasure and satisfaction....NEEDED to feel her hot, tight pussy sucking him every bit as hungrily as her mouth had.

Holding Kim's head firmly in his hands, John ripped his still spurting tool from her mouth. It continued to pulse out it's molten salvos, the liquid spurting in streams and droplets onto Kim's mildly disappointed face. But she reveled in the lust of it...John's still pulsing tool anointing her face and neck as he positioned himself for his real goal.

Lifting Kim off the carpet like a rag doll, he carried her to one side a few feet so she wouldn't fall over the edge of the loft, then pushed her down on her back. Like a rutting animal, he then grabbed her shorts, tugged at the zipper and clasp, and removed them easily in a few quick tugs. Kim's sandals disappeared, spinning dizzily as they flew over the edge of the loft to the earthen floor below.

In less than a second, John had Kim's legs up over her head. With a grunt, he thrust his still pumping cock into her drenched pussy. Teeth clenched again, he began thrusting anew. In and out, like a maddened animal, he thrust. Kim's entire body quaked with each pounding entry. Every muscle she had rippled like a roiling sea as John humped her like a savage beast.

Kim's eyes rolled up in her head, as if she was experiencing so much ecstasy that her eyes had to peek at her brain to see every bit of it. Her mouth lolled open, just short of drooling, her relaxed jaw muscles unable to close it. John saw that open mouth and jumped on it, his mouth covering hers, sucking out her breath, his tongue invading that great, warm cavern.

They kissed like lustful animals. There was no sense of sensuality or gentleness in these kisses. It was pure lust...wanton and needy. They huffed through their noses as their mouths sucked and attacked one another. Their tongues battled for supremacy in their joined mouths. All the while they squirmed and bucked on the quickly drenching carpet.

The spurting that had begun in Kim's mouth resumed - doubled - in her pussy. Her thighs began to ache, but the scathing eruptions deep inside her core felt so, soooooo good. She never wanted it to end. She moaned into John's mouth, loving every hot spurt, squeezing his penis with her vaginal muscles to hold him inside her forever. 

Kim's own orgasm erupted like a long overdue volcano. Biting John's lower lip and screaming, she grabbed his ears and thrust her hips up hard to meet his. Both of them could feel the belching cascade of hot fluids as she came. It spurted around John's thrusting cock, spitting to the sides and drenching them both. Kim hopped and quivered and screamed with the force of it. She had to take her mouth off John's so she could bellow loudly at the ceiling.

Eyes wide but unseeing, Kim offered up her gratitude to God above. Her body was a blur of movement, writhing and squirming and trembling beneath her tool man. She continued to come, even as John had, spurting over and over her pent up desire and finally released pleasure. The two of them rolled around together, bucking, sighing, screaming, and releasing their sexual fluids. Those fluids mingled, gluing their two bodies together...making them one. 

As one, fused and sated, the great expulsion of mingling juices slowly abated. Breathing was possible again. Hearts returned to normal rhythms. Their sweat glands could stop their mad dash to adjust body temperatures. The haze of lust lifted.

John slowly eased himself out of Kim and gently lowered her legs. He tried to say something, but found himself too wasted to do so. Instead, he slumped to the floor beside Kim, puffing air from his irritated lips. Kim simply lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, vision slowly returning to her eyes. She breathed a small sigh of relief for her aching thighs, while at the same time smiling broadly at having been filled completely, at both ends, by the most beautiful cock she'd ever felt or tasted. She felt like singing a complete aria, from the very first note to the very last.

John was the first to have strength enough to speak, thought it was low and broken up by gasps for air. "Well," he said, lungs still heaving, "seems...to me...your...carpet's in....just fine...shape...Kim."

Kim smiled. She turned her head to look at those gorgeous blue eyes. They twinkled their delight. She had pleased him as much as he'd pleased her. That was obvious. "Glad you...enjoyed...my carpet," she huffed, winking.

"Nicest carpet...I've ever...laid," he answered with a smirk.

"Well," she quipped back, "that's because...you had the...right tool...for the job."

"Gotta have...the right tool," he smiled.

"Oh...you do....John....you do."

John smiled and rolled onto his back. He pillowed his arms behind his neck and looked at the ceiling along with her. At length, Kim sat up, smiling down at her tool man. Eventually, their eyes met. Kismet. They both could tell that they were very much into each other. They just sat and lay there looking into each others eyes for some time. John reached over and caressed Kim's knee. Kim stroked John's strong chest with her fingertips. Slowly, they recovered from their intense lovemaking. But both of them also knew that there would be more lovemaking. Much more. They sensed a beginning. These two had been making love since the first words between them were uttered. Their minds and hearts had intertwined since their first deep looks into each others eyes, their first touch. Oh, yes, this was meant to be.

Finally, John sat up also. He noticed with a grin that their sexual frenzy had been so sudden and intense, that Kim was naked only from the waist down...that her blouse was still neatly buttoned, though wrinkled and ruffled a bit. Kim noticed the angle of his gaze and laughed. He chuckled along with her. Then, together they noticed that John still wore his tool belt. Amazingly, it hadn't come off during their rollicking copulation, and neither of them had noticed - nor cared - that he had worn it throughout! Still more laughter ensued.

Eyes twinkling, John reached for Kim's blouse. Just as his fingers touched the top button, her hand stopped him. "Oh, no," she said, "You've done some amazing things with this loft so far, but I don't want you so busy ravaging me that the work never gets done. I've been wanting this loft room for a long, long time now." As much as she wanted him again, her eyes were determined as they bore into his. It wasn't easy to resist his gorgeous blue eyes, either. The desire in those eyes made her melt inside, but she had to do her best to hide it. She had to be strong. 

John's eyes saddened as his hand withdrew. But he knew Kim was right. If this kept up, he'd never get the job done. As much fun as it would be, he'd never finish on time. So, reluctantly, he conceded to Kim's wishes. "All right, slavedriver," he sighed, "I'll get back to work. But, well, I might just need another 'break' later. You know...all work and no play...."

Kim laughed. She felt the same way. And if anyone was ever fun to play with, it was John. Oh, boy, was he fun to play with! "All right, then, John," Kim said with a wicked grin, "you work for another hour or two and I'll bring you some dinner. How's that? Fair enough?" She stood up, brushing off her blouse, smiling again as she noticed herself naked from the waist down. She bent unsteadily to pick up her somewhat wet shorts. John likewise stood up...and he had something on his mind.

"Funny you should mention dinner, and 'fair' at the same time," he grinned. "Seems to me you just had a nice snack, and I didn't." His grin widened as he saw the glimmer of understanding in her eyes.

"Oh, I see," she cooed softly, walking up close to him, her face a mere foot from his, "And what kind of snack would you like, Mr.Tool Man?"

Grabbing her gently by the hips, he leaned forward a few inches, a twinkle brightening his blue eyes. "Well, ma'am, how about the same kind of snack you had? Fair's fair, y'know." His grin was infectious, and the thought of what he was implying made Kim moisten again. She clenched her thighs together again...for what seemed the hundredth time that day. She fought to maintain her composure...and to not drop down on her back on the carpet right then and there, spreading her legs wide and telling him to snack away.

"All right, then, Mr.Tool Man. Tell you what." She looked at her watch. "I'll be back at six with some dinner for you. And, if you're a good boy, you'll get......'dessert.' Would that be to your liking?"

Kim noticed with glee that John couldn't have smiled more broadly if he'd tried. That made her moisten and itch yet again. She sighed, staring up into his handsome face. She instantly began to tremble with anticipation as she imagined that sexy mustache moving with skill and precision as she gave her tool man his much deserved 'dessert'. The sexual tension was beginning to take its toll on her willpower, and she knew that she had to back away now...or never.

It took every ounce of strength she had, but she managed to pull away. Sighing, wringing her hands together, she gathered up her clothes and walked to the edge of the loft, lowering one foot onto the ladder. "You get back to work, you sexy tool man. I'll be back at dinnertime with some sustenance for you."

"And my 'dessert'?" he asked with a grin.

"Yes," she replied, her brain beginning to liquefy, "your dessert, too."

"Mmmmm....yum," he said. With a wink, he turned to pick up his tools. Hammer, screwdriver, nails and screws were shoved back into the pouches and pockets of his tool belt. But he made no attempt to put his clothes back on. He turned to a box on the floor, and bent over it - purposely flaunting his ass for Kim to enjoy. He even looked back and winked as he saw her admiring it. The box was her brand new desk, which John was obviously planning to assemble for her. Kim was beside herself with joy. Her new desk. God, she couldn't wait.

"When you bring dinner," John said, interrupting her reverie, "we can put it on your new desk, and eat together. Sound good?" Still bent over, showing off his beefcake buns, he smiled up at her.

"Sure," Kim replied, trying hard not to ogle his ass so overtly.

"And," John added with a wink, as Kim put her second foot on the ladder, "it'll be a great place to lay out my dessert, too. A brand new desk is always a nice place to eat a tasty dessert."

Kim's legs got wobbly again. It was hard enough walking down the ladder with clenched thighs, but now wobbly legs, too? For the umpteenth time that day, she hugged the ladder, clutching it for dear life, as she descended. Being strong sure had it's price. At the foot of the ladder, she gathered up her sandals and, surprisingly, her panties. How her panties had gotten out of her shorts and landed all the way down here was beyond her. Yet...here they were.

Kim's trek back to the house was a quick one. She needed to sit and spread her legs, maybe aim a fan between them and thumb the switch to high power. Once back at the house, she did just that. She sat in her kitchen again, the fan cooling the fire in her loins, watching the clock. As much as she wanted her loft room completed, she needed her tool man again...and again. So she opened the kitchen window wide and listened to the drilling, the sawing and the hammering. The steady rhythm of the hammering made her pull the fan closer, lifting her legs and placing her feet squarely on top of its boxy frame. Point blank dribble control. It would probably be all that would get her through the next couple of hours.

And there she sat, trying to keep her mind occupied, barely able to think of what to make for dinner, listening to the rhythmic hammering, feeling the fire-quenching breeze from the fan between her thighs and squirming when she couldn't keep her thoughts from straying to John. She bit her lips and sighed....and watched the minute hand on the old clock crawl with an agonizing slowness.

Despite her sexually charged state, with no relief in site for hours, Kim smiled. So far it had been incredible. And, God, oh God, it was going to be one helluva dinner. How fantastic this day had been. Her loft being renovated. A sexy tool man...HER sexy tool man. And somehow, she didn't think it was going to end when the loft project was finished. She and John had clicked, on more than just a sexual level. She was sure of it. But, my oh my, what delicious sex it had been. And if by some cruel twist of fate it DID end with this loft renovation? Well, then, she'd just have to find other jobs for her sexy tool man. Oh, yes, it was an old house. LOTS of things needed fixing and remodeling.

Sighing, she pulled the fan closer still, watching her glistening pubic hairs dance in the breeze. Her raging hormones thus temporarily appeased by the cooling wind of the fan, she again watched the clock...and waited breathlessly for dinner time....

         END

"The Tool Man" copyright Bacomicfan/Mike, 2003