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Jake the Handyman

By: HarryOrwell



"Excuse me, can you reach that for me?"

"Oh, sure!" I turned, and she smiled. "That faucet, number B24, up on top. I don't see any down below."

Easy for me to grab at 6 foot, no way for her at just over five, I handed it to her, and she opened it to make sure the contents matched the one mounted on the wall. "Yes, that's it, thank you, it's so hard to find sales help here."

"No problem. Glad I could help," and I turned to go.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I know I'm being a bother, but do you know anything about plumbing?"

Being a jack of all trades, including handyman, I said, "Some, what do you need to know?"

She stood next to me, and I smelled her perfume, not what you'd expect from a woman in her sixties. A light scent, like younger girls wear, fresh, not overwhelming. I was also aware of her cleavage, just below the list she had.

"Well, do I need any special tools, or anything to put it in? I just have a few screw drivers and maybe pliers."

"You're doing this yourself? No offense, but pipes and nuts tend to stick after so many years, and can be hard to get off."

She smiled. "Well, I have a friend, Jeffrey, who volunteered, but truthfully, I'm afraid he may hurt himself, the poor dear!"

I smiled back, not knowing why. She was petite but with an ample bust, wearing a full length dress, what I think they called a tutu, like a thin gown, just hanging but showing her curves. Jet black hair, green eyes, with eye shadow, red lips, hoop earrings, and a pearl necklace. All dressed up for the hardware store, and I imagined she never saw the light of day without making sure everything was just so.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you replacing it?" I asked.

"Oh, the old one is leaking, And I'd hate for it to go in the middle of the night, or winter!"

"Well, it may just be a gasket. You should have that checked first. It costs maybe a buck instead of what... $150 for this thing."

"Oh, really? Oh, I'm so lucky for your help. The clerk would have run my card before I caught my breath! A gasket, you said?"

"Yes, it's... How far do you live from here?"

"Not far, maybe a mile, why?"

I smiled. "Look, I know you don't know me, but if you like, I can take a look at it. I'm done for the day, anyway. But, it's up to you, I know you don't know me. Or else, at least call a handyman. Use the PennySaver. He'll just charge you a reasonable fee."

She looked up at me, through those green eyes, sizing me up. "No, you have a good face. I trust you. If you're offering, I'm taking." She stuck out her hand. "I'm Betty, and you are...?"

"Jake, Jake Butler."

"Like Rhett! 'Oh, Rhett! Tara is burning!' Gone with the Wind? Oh, you're too young to remember that!"

I smiled. "I've seen it. You do a wonderful Scarlett!"

She laughed, gaily. "But my heart belongs to Ashley!"

She bought the faucet, just in case, but held the receipt to return it. I was pretty sure that a new gasket would do it, and I had some in my tool box. Out in the parking lot, I saw a 1965 Chrysler New Yorker covering 2 spots. It was huge! Black, with white interior. People stopping to look would check the sticker to see the year, speaking in whispers as if in church. Sure enough, it was Betty's.

"You will follow me?"

"Anywhere, to get a better look at that!" I replied.

"Why are boys attracted to cars more than women?"

"Well, I like both, but she (nodding to the car) won't steal the sheets at night!"

"You can have the sheets, Jake, I sleep in the nude! Oops! Now why did I say that?" and she gave a hearty laugh.

I followed as she maneuvered the QE II through the side roads, finally pulling into the yard of a white stucco house that could only be called a mansion. Three stories, half-moon drive, a garage that was more like a barn, with a vacant apartment upstairs. Once inside, it was dusty, but not dirty. Pretty sparse on furniture in the foyer and main hall. 

"I stay mostly on the main floor now, saves on heating, and it's so big for just me. I use the servants quarters for myself. It's right off the kitchen."

I followed her through the den, then a huge kitchen, and finally the servants rooms which was basically a 2 bedroom apartment. Off the master bedroom was the bath, with the faucet.

Sure enough, it was a gasket. In ten minutes, I had the old one replaced, along with the cold water side, just in case. 

Betty was thrilled. "Today was my lucky day! You saved me so much money, and you even did the job! How much do I owe you?" "Nothing, like I said, gaskets are cheap, and I hate to see people get ripped off for nothing jobs." I wiped the basin as I looked at her in the mirror. 

"Well, I can't tell you how much I appreciate it, Jake, really. It's funny, in my younger days, young men fell all over themselves to help me, hoping for a date, or a kiss. Oh, how times have changed!"

I smiled, wondering just how hot she was back in the day. Pretty hot, I concluded, based on the chest she was still carrying. And her face was attractive in the ways of older movie stars, with the high cheek bones and bright eyes.

"Well, Jeffrey was ready to help, and I'm here too," I said.

"Yes, poor Jeffrey would have bumped his head, or cut his finger, somehow becoming more helpless than he already is! And you, my Dear..." I felt her hand on my back. "In my younger days, I'd have my most seductive outfit on, for a young hunk like you!"

I stood up and turned to her. "You mean more seductive than that?"

She laughed. "Hey, I'm not that old! I still have some sexy items I like to wear. But I think I may be corrupting a minor!"

"Oh ho! Really, a minor? I'm a very old 25, I'll have you know. I'm the perfect age for corrupting."

"Oh, Jake! So young! I have nighties older than you."

Getting bolder, and enjoying the repartee, I said, "I'd sure like to see those."

She gave me that evaluating look again, the smile frozen. "Don't tempt me, sweetie." 

"I...I didn't mean to offend you."

"I'm not offended at all! I just don't want to send you running."

"Oh, I promise, I won't run. I promise to sit on both my hands."

"That won't be fun, then, would it? Would you really like to see how I used to look?"

"I'd love to."

From the bedside table, she pulled a scrap book. She opened it randomly, and it was full of photos, studio shots, of Betty, many years ago. She wore swimsuits in some, garters and bras in others, negligees also. And she was glorious! Those tits were originals, and the heels accentuated her ass, tight and high. That cat-who-ate-the-canary smile was there back then, too.

"So?" she said from my side. "I wasn't so bad, back then, huh?"

I looked at her. "You know, as soon as I saw you, I knew that you were a knock-out back when, because you still look so great! Which one of these nighties do you still have?"

"Jake, Sweetie, I would hate to bring you crashing down after that lovely thought! Then you'd go running."

"Try me."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I have this thing for black."

Her hand came up, patted my cheek. "Okay, honey, you're on. You deserve it. I'll be right back."

She went into the other bedroom and I amused myself with more pictures. This was better than porn!

The door opened and she said, "Ready?"

"Born ready."

In she stepped, in four inch heels, which made her seem slimmer, except for those boobs. She had fishnet stockings, garter, lace panties, and bra, all black, the color I asked for. She stepped in closer to where I sat, turning side to side as she walked. "So, ready to run?"

If you took your eyes out of focus, it was like you were back in a cat-house in the fifties. The makeup, hair, necklace, her whole demeanor reeked of sexuality. The scrapbook was covering my growing interest.

"You look awesome," was all I could get out. She smiled broadly and said, "Oh My God, you really mean it! I can see that look I haven't seen in a man in a while! This is so flattering and ego building!"

I'm glad she's flattered, I'm sitting here with a woody! How do I tell this woman who may be forty years older than me, than I'm hot for her?

She came closer, and put her fingers through my hair, saying, "What shall I do now, sweet Jake? Do I give in to these urges you've provoked? It's been so long for me."

I caught her hand and kissed the palm. I closed the book and slid it to one side and stood, and she looked up at me.

"Oh, Jake, I really could use a hug."

I held her to me, and she smiled. I kissed her, not sure how they kissed back then. She seemed tentative, feeling me out, letting me lead. We kissed again, firmer, and I allowed my tongue to brush her lips as we broke, and her tongue darted out and caught mine.

She began unbuttoning my shirt and I unhooked the bra. They tumbled free and my shirt slid off, and her nipples pressed against my belly, and I reached and teased one nipple. She smiled, told me it felt good, and we kissed again. 

She was clutching my buns and I slid my hand into her panties, which were over the garter. They gave way, easily, and my fingers swirled through her bush, finding her wet spot and a finger slid in as she moaned. 

I felt her hand caressing my pecker through the jeans, and she whispered how hard and large I was. (An exaggeration at 7 inches.) 

She began fumbling with my belt and I stopped to help, and she seemed eager to get going, almost antsy. I got them open and we both pushed them down and I stepped out and she had my jockeys down too, wrapping her hand around my shaft, trying to brush it against her pussy as we stood, but she was too short. She turned and hopped on the bed, spreading her legs for me.

The fishnet stockings and garter felt like time travel, along with her hairy bush. She called for me to enter and I approached, holding the head against her pussy, and her fingers went down and spread her lips, revealing that pink softness, and my cock took over, sniffing the hole and scurrying in. At first just a dip, then a push, then a thrust, and her eyes were wide as she felt me press harder, her big breasts heaving from her breathing.

"Yes, so long! Harder" she called, and I felt her legs flex behind me, still nimble at her age, and she was pulling me in with each thrust and clutching to my neck, kissing it, urging me on.

I pounded away, feeling her move beneath me, grunting against my thrusts, until she built up to a powerful groan, shrieking into my ear as she came, holding me tight until her spasms subsided. 

Then she whispered, "Okay, baby, let's finish you off, too" and she began bouncing again, like a teenager, hips slapping mine, telling me to fuck her harder, that she needed my cum, she wanted my cum!

I shot, and felt the stream move through us, and she whimpered and bit at me as I spasmed again, shooting more into her.

After a moment, we kissed again and I felt myself slide out, along with our mixed juices, and she laughed.

"Is something funny?"

"Oh, no, Baby, not like that! I just thought I went out for a faucet and wound up with a plunger!"

We laughed, kissed, and did it again, twice for good measure. She has my number, and has referred me to a few lady-friends, who could use a hard plunger now and then.

Jake the Handyman Ch. 02



"I told her you were honest, and I was satisfied with your work. And I'm sure you will be fair with her."

"Well, thanks for thinking of me, Betty. I can always use some extra work. What exactly does she need done?"

I heard shuffling on the phone, then a pause. "Here, let me put her on..."

"Hello?" a soft voice took over. "Hi, I'm Mrs. Atkins, Abby, Betty says you do handyman work?"

"Hi, yes, nothing electrical. Pretty much odd jobs. If I think it's too much for me, I'll tell you. I won't risk doing it wrong. What is it you need done?"

"Well, it's a few things. They laid new carpet, and now the doors are too tight." "I can handle that."

"Great! And then maybe I can show you other little things, pictures hung, a loose cabinet door. When can you do it?"

"I got nothing planned today, if you want."

I heard rustling again, and Betty was back. "Jake? She doesn't have the money right now, is that okay?"

"Betty, if she's a friend of yours, no problem, I trust her. Give me her address." 

Which she did. Then she whispered, "You'll have to stop by soon, Jakie! I'll dress special for you. I miss you! You take good care of Amy for me, okay? She's as dear to me as you are."

I promised I would. A real firecracker at 65, she was a flash from a fifties Hollywood studio, still hot and still horny. Just thinking of her gave me a hardon.

An hour later, I rang the doorbell. A small white house, flowers everywhere, rocker on the porch, with a basket of knitting. This woman was most likely even older than Betty, and no way another 65 year old was gonna look that good!

The door opened, and behind the screen was Amy. Not only was she built like Betty, she was younger! By about two decades! 

"You must be Jake. Please, come in." She held open the screen door and I moved past her, tool box in hand. I took off my Yankee cap right away, and the room was bright and sunny.

"Hi, Mrs. Atkins, I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

"Oh, no, not at all. I was surprised when you said you could come so soon. I'm expecting a check, but I won't be getting it until next week. I hope you don't mind... I hate to be owing."

Only now did I realize she was black. Her hair was straightened and blond, obviously from a bottle. Her big eyes were light brown, unusual for women or men of color. The features most associate with blacks were muted if not non-existent. A striking woman, and I had no idea her age now.

She seemed to feel me staring, and led the way into her bedroom, keeping the conversation going. "Betty speaks very highly of you. I've known her for a number of years at the gym."

I smiled. "It doesn't surprise me that she goes to a gym. She's in amazing shape for her age, whatever that may be."

"You don't know? She'll proudly tell you, seventyone last month, and she still gets looks in her leotards, believe me!"

"Wow, I didn't know she was that old!"

"Maybe I shouldn't have told you. I wouldn't want it to affect your relationship."

"Rela... Oh, there's not... I mean..."

"I'm sorry, Jake. I have a way of always saying the wrong thing. I didn't mean it like that. I know the age difference and all."

I smiled. "With Betty, there doesn't ever seem to be an age difference, if you know what I mean."

She lowered her head. "Yes, she makes people very comfortable, no matter the age or the sex."

That was curious, the way she said it. Was I sensing something? Could my sweey old friend Betty be flirting with women too? Well, why not? Amy was definitely female, and quite attractive. 

I thought back to the phone call, Betty saying, "She's as dear to me, as you are."

I told her the door needed shaving to allow for the new rug, and went about removing it, bringing it out onto the hood of my Jeep, and planing it until it fit. Half hour later, I was done, and Amy had a pitcher of lemonade, which I hate, but I had to be polite.

She had sat watching me, from her rocker, knitting, smiling at me, and my mind went back to Amy and Betty. How close were they? Looking at Amy's body, which the sundress mostly hid, I saw she was well-endowed, bust-wise, and her legs were strong, tanned. Her light brown skin glowed from a recent sunburn, making her a reddish brown, and those light eyes were mesmerizing.

We sat inside for lemonade, across from each other. As she sipped, she chatted. "So, you met Betty at the Hardware store?" And I told her about the faucet and the gasket. I was sure Betty had already told her this, but i left off the part about us getting really friendly.

She seemed to smile as I related it, then I posed the same question.

"We met at the gym on Route 80. I joined after moving here. The house was left to me, and when my husband passed away, I had no reason to stay in LA, so here I was, and Betty befriended me the first day. She's very good like that, seeing people who could use a friend."

I nodded, said I was sorry for her loss. That was 3 years ago, she said. I could tell it still haunted her, his death.

"Anyway, Betty had me over for dinner. You've seen that house, it's like a memorial to the Fifties! I fell in love with it. A little too much wine, and I wound up spending the night, she and I like two teenaged girlfriends, sitting up, talking about boys, relationships. She's been married three times you know, every one died on her! How tragic!"

Amy's eyes were welling up as she told me this. She and Betty had a bond.

"She showed me her photo album, from when she was young! She did theater, some early tv. I couldn't get over how attractive she was!"

I blurted out. "I know, wasn't she a knock-out?"

She smiled. "Yes, apparently when she wants her guests to feel more comfortable, she breaks out the pictures." And we both knew what "comfortable" was to Betty.

We both just stared at each other, seeing why Betty put us together. She was introducing me into her "family" and Abby was that and more to her. 

I finally said, "I think our Betty enjoys stirring things up once in a while."

Amy stared, a half-smile. "She told me how good you were to her, and that made me jealous. Of both of you. During our times together, she has made me feel things that no other person has, male or female. I thought I was satisfying her, but when she related your time together, she wa s clearly on a different plane."

I felt badly for Amy, when your lover tells you how someone else pleased you, and I said, "I may have been the first male in a while. Not better, just different. She clearly has strong feelings for you. And she must think you can handle it, if she had us meet."

She thought. "I guess that's true. So now what do we do?"

"I think I'll be going. You and Betty need some time together, to hash this out. I know she only meant the best when she told you about me, she wasn't trying to be hurtful."

"Wait... she also made a comment about her not being around forever and how I needed more of a life. And, she has tried to push me towards men at the gym. Do you think.... Is this a grand scheme to reintroduce me to heterosexuality?"

I couldn't answer that. She obviously did it for one of us, if not both, and that seemed the most logical.

"Jake? I know this is awkward... not the age so much, since I'm much younger than she, but, I don't know, how would I do this? How would I know if you were interested? If any man was interested." 

"I can't speak for other men, but you must notice them looking, right? You're a natural beauty, and I don't know what would happen between us, it would be like any first time, you start with a kiss and see what developes."

She stood and so did I. In heels, she was my height. Our eyes locked and she said, "a kiss?"

"Yes, just a small, soft kiss," and we were toe-to-toe and I touched her arms and our bodies met. I tilted my head, and she did too, and we kissed, softly. And she giggled.

"Sorry, I just feel like a school girl, kissing the boy in the closet for Post Office."

"Yeah, I know, it's sort of unique to be discussing it. Just don't laugh too hard!" I leaned in and kissed her again, and her soft lips pressed against mine, and we held that until we both stopped and stared. "You okay?" I asked.

She nodded, and kissed me first, and i felt her tongue swipe my lips. I met it with mine and our mouths opened and the kiss grew in passion.

I felt her tongue, wet in my ear as she whispered, "You're a good kisser."

I mumbled a thanks as I found her lips again. Our breathing was rapid and my hands moved from her arms to her back to her ass as I held er pressed against me, my cock beginning to throb. 

Her arms were around me and she clutched my buns, too, and I could tell we were both getting into it. I brought one hand up under her arm, and my fingers caressed her tit, full and meaty, and she held my hand to her, squeezing my hand. 

The hand in the back found the zipper and slid it down, and she stood with her hands at her side as I lowered it to the floor and she stepped out, her bronze body highlighting the white half-bra and panties. She was beautiful, and I told her so. She melted against me as she struggled with my shirt.

After some more kissing and feeling her breasts, I slid the bra strap off her shoulder and her tit was in my hand, moving, as if alive on its own. I tweaked her nipple, large and hard, and she moaned, so I sucked and bit at it, and he held my head to her. 

We were both bare-chested now, rubbing together and she worked my belt free and opened my jeans. She went down with them as my jockeys did too, and she was on her knees, with my cock bobbing before her.

She grabbed the shaft. "I haven''t felt one in so long!" She began stroking, slowly, looking at it, picking a hair off the head, then licking her soft lips and wrapping them around the head.

She just held it for a second, then opened wider and took me in deeper. She hadn't forgotten how to take care of one, that's for sure! She slurped my cock shaft, making it slick with saliva, and when she stood, she left her panties on the floor.

She moved to the couch, begging me to follow as she laid back and spread. She was shaved and the pink meat was exposed. She smiled, "I guess I was more ready than I thought." he dipped a finger as if checking the oil, and it glistened in the light. "Right now, put it in me, now? Please?"

I was prepared to sample her juices, but realized she could get that from Betty. I had a cock and thats what Amy wanted.

I knelt between her legs, and slowly brushed my cock up the length of her crack, and she shuddered with delight. "Oh, Jake!"

The head was drenched now, and I inserted it, and she opened wider, and I easily slid into her with a whoosh! and we were face to face again, and her face was contorted, as if in pain.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine, just fine" she kissed me hard again and while our lips were locked, she squirmed beneath me, telling me to move too.

"Oh God, I forgot how good this feels!" She growled, and her tightness became apparent as I felt my cock in her grip. Her legs locked behind me, moving me back in whenever I backed out. We were pounding now, and I felt pre-cum, and knew it was time.

I warned her, in case she didn't want my cum inside her, but she kept meeting my thrusts, and I arched my back and the main rush of sperm shot through me, still locked in her leg hold.

I came again, and again, loosing my balance, and falling onto her in sweat. We kissed and touched, both thrilled with ourselves, and happy to be new friends and friends of Betty.