3 comments/ 25131 views/ 4 favorites Mr. Handyman Ch. 01 By: Anne08 The doorbell buzzed as I was rinsing off the shampoo in my hair. "Damn it," I grumbed. If it wasn't the phone with a telemarketer on the other end, it was the doorbell with a false cheery pain-in-my-ass door to door salesman. I decided to ignore it, reaching for the conditioner, but not even a few seconds passed before that damned bell went off again and again, one after the other. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I yelled, hoping whoever it was would hear that and at least stop ringing the stupid bell. I turned off the water and dried my hair enough so it wasn't dripping everywhere, then quickly patted most of the water off my body before I threw on a bathrobe. The bell went off again as I stomped down the stairs. Maybe I should just put one of those beware of dog signs out, at least that would reduce the amount of people who decided to come and visit to sell me random crap. I yanked the door open, hoping I looked as mad as I felt (maybe they would just run away screaming in fear), and a young man was standing on my porch, a handful of fliers in his hand. My eyes went from his face, to the papers in his hand, to his ratty, beat up Chevy outside on my driveway. I looked a little longer at his face, and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. The guy was probably fresh out of high school and barely in college. I figured I shouldn't make his life worse by ripping his head off. By the look of him, he was probably trying to earn a little extra spending money, something he didn't have to use to pay off his college, or maybe it was for helping to pay off his college, I thought, shrugging mentally. He was so caught up in looking me over he didn't notice I had paused myself to do the same, although he wasn't looking at me the same way as I looked at him. I cleared my throat, put my hands on my hips, and cocked an eyebrow at him. He jumped a little, startled, then looked quickly at my face and blushed, but kept his gaze steady. Brave boy. "Um, I was just going through the neighborhood passing out these fliers, and I didn't leave them on the door 'cause most of them fly off before they can be collected, and it usually saves me a little gas money to get an answer right away instead of having to come back and talk out the details." He said this all very quickly, like he'd had to answer questions about his fliers before and didn't want to wait for the questions this time. I sighed. I was kind of hoping he'd be put off by the bathrobe, and maybe feel a little bad about dragging me out of my shower. I couldn't bring myself to turn him away after his little speech and all the apparent trouble he had gone through to get his flier to me, so I resolutely held my hand out for the paper. He meekly handed me a paper, and I quickly scanned over it. It was something about mowing lawns and tending gardens, along with handyman fix-ups around inside and outside of your house, among other things. Literally, it said he'd do pretty much anything even if it wasn't on the list, as long as you asked. Poor kid, he must really be broke, I thought to myself. I gave in to another sigh. The kid must have thought I was a bad job and started to turn away, but I brought him up short, grabbing his arm to keep him from walking away. "Why don't you come inside, we can talk it over. I think there's plenty of stuff for you to do around here." I told him, pulling him through the door. I tried to look a little more friendly now; I think I might have actually scared him a little. I closed the door as I got him in the foyer, then let go of his arm. "Look, I'm sorry if I was a little crabby earlier. I just got off work and was in the middle of a nice relaxing shower when the doorbell rang. Why don't you just take a seat in the living room, I'm just gonna pop back up there real fast to finish my shower, if that's ok with you." It better be ok, I grumbled to myself a little. It took him a few seconds to remember how to speak, then he just gave up and nodded, and walked towards the sofa. I rushed back up the steps, my robe flapping a little. Whoops, well, if he got an eyeful, so what, I'm sure it wasn't his first time seeing a naked woman. Tossing the robe on the counter, I flipped the water back on and scrubbed some conditioner in my hair, poured some soap on my loofah and quickly soaped myself up, then washed it all off. I smacked the nozzle of the water to turn it off, then hopped back out of the shower, grabbed my towel and dried off, and left it in a corner on the floor. I peeked outside to make sure my unwanted visitor didn't decide to sneak up and get himself a view, then sprinted to my room and quickly threw on a summer dress and some underwear. * * * * * I rang the bell, hoping this time I wasn't going to get bitched out again just for trying to get some money together for myself. After all, I was trying to work for it. It wasn't my fault jobs were hard to get in this part of town. I bounced up and down on my toes a few times, waiting. I looked at my watch. It was a little after six. Shouldn't people be home by then? I jabbed at the button a few more times. Maybe they didn't hear it. I thought I heard someone yelling, but wasn't completely sure. I waited another minute, then decided I didn't hear anyone, and pressed the doorbell again, just once more. Not even five seconds later the door was yanked open, and a pretty and somewhat pissed looking woman in what looked like only a bathrobe answered the door. I gaped a little, my eyes roaming her barely covered and somewhat wet body. She cleared her throat, and I jumped a little. That jerked me back to my senses, and I looked back up at her, knowing I was blushing, but keeping my eyes steadily on hers. I quickly told her why I was there, knowing I was probably on the threshold of being thrown out on my ass without so much as a 'thanks, but no thanks'. She sighed a little, apparently put off at my intrusion, but held her hand out and I passed her a flier. I waited while she looked it over and heard her sigh again. Figuring she was about to hand it back to me (or maybe just drop it on the ground), I turned away to head back to my truck. Before I could get too far, she grabbed my arm and told me to come inside, saying she might have something for me to do, and almost dragged me through the door. As she closed the door behind me, she explained her bad mood and said she was going to finish her interrupted shower. As she walked towards the stairs, she told me to have a seat, and she'd be right back down. I shuffled over to the overstuffed sofa, dropped my bag and fliers, and looked back up in time to catch a view of her bare bottom and flashes of her inner thighs and a peek of pink lips as she raced up the stairs. I sat down on the sofa, a little dazed. Hormones were being pumped into my bloodstream, and filling up my previously dormant cock. I heard the shower being turned on. I leaned back a little to give my growing erection a little room to breathe, thinking of what I just saw. She had a nice firm butt, and I bet it would look great in a pair of tight jeans. From what I could see she looked like she shaved, but it was hard to tell if she was completely bare or not. Her thighs were nicely muscled, and I could easily imagine them wrapped around me. I tried to shake the image off, but it was a little late for that now. Belatedly, I realized it would look bad if she came down the stairs and saw me on her sofa with a full blown erection, and I would most assuredly get thrown out on my ass, and maybe have the cops called on me, to boot. I grabbed my bag and put it in my lap. I fidgeted around on the sofa a bit, having a little internal and completely unhelpful (to my current state) conflicting decision as to whether or not I should take my chances to see the rest of her body uncovered (and dripping wet), but the decision was made for me as she walked down the stairs in a flimsy looking yellow, flowery sundress. She looked amazing in it. It hugged every curve of her body, but was somehow still modest. This was definitely better than jeans. I tried not to drool. * * * * * I went down the stairs, feeling a little better now that I had finally finished my shower, even though it was rushed. Mr. Handyman was waiting on the couch, trying and failing not to goggle at me. I smiled a little at him as I reached the sofa. He had his bag on his lap. I leaned over him a bit. "I didn't get your name?" I asked him. "Oh, sorry, it's Jacob. Jacob Goldman." He held out his hand. My smile grew a little wider and I shook it briefly. "I'm Isabella Sawan, but I prefer Bella." I sat down on the sofa with him, my body facing towards him a little. "Now I've got plenty of odd jobs you could do around here, but I'd like to know how much time you have devoted to other customers before we agree on anything. I don't want to ask you to do something and then you won't be able to get around to it for a few weeks." I told him upfront. He looked a little embarrassed, pausing a moment before answering, and ruffling his hair distractedly. "Well, actually, you'd be the first customer I had in a while. Most people around here do their own work, and the few that don't either get their kids to do it, or have professional people to do it. I am pretty experienced in doing lawn and garden stuff, and household jobs, too. I'm just not what someone would call a professional." He finished lamely. I tried not to laugh. He looked so down, he probably thought I wouldn't give him a first chance, let alone a second, at swinging a hammer anywhere near my house, or a rake or shovel, for that matter. Instead I surprised him with my answer. "I guess I'm lucky then, I get you all to myself!" I laughed a little at his expression. "Are you available Saturday?" I inquired, and he nodded his head. "Good, then you can come over then. Say around noon. We'll start with my lawn. It's getting a bit shaggy, especially in the back. I used to have the neighbor's kid do it, but I guess he's gotten himself a better gig than that to do, so I've had to do it myself. I work long hours, and I'm pretty busy, so as you can see I kind of don't get around to all the everyday upkeep." She waved her hand to the window that gave a view of the front yard and the sliding glass doors of the back. He perked up a little at that. Then he gave me a sheepish look and asked, "Er...the only other thing I was wondering was how much I'll be getting paid?" I really laughed that time. "Ah, well, how about we'll start out with twenty for the front and back, each, and then I'll give you an extra five to rake up the clippings and throw them in my compost pile. From there I'll see how good you are at the yard work, and determine how much to pay you for other jobs, if you're still interested by then. How's that sound?" He said that sounded just fine. I gave him my number and wrote my address and name down for him to make it easier on him, and he gave me his business card with all his information. It was just one of those do-it-yourself print jobs you can make at home, but at least he had one for himself. I let him out the door and he thanked me, saying he would see me tomorrow. I closed the door and was heading up the stairs to my bedroom when I really got a good look at his little business card. The title line read 'Mr. Handyman. I'll do all the work for you!' As I got ready for bed, I put the card on my nightstand, still laughing. Mr. Handyman Ch. 02 It was half an hour before twelve, and I was straightening things up around the living room when I heard the doorbell ring. "Hmm, wonder who that could be," I thought, and set down the magazines I was going through on the coffee table to answer it. When I opened the door, Jacob was there, smiling a bit nervously at me. "Oh! You're here early." I stepped outside and shut the door. His truck was parked outside my house again, but this time it was full of equipment, including a lawn mower. "Yeah, I didn't really have too much to do so I figured it would be better to get here early, in case you had other plans later on today..." he mumbled, trailing off. "Well, that's fine. You can start with the front yard. If you want, you can look around and familiarize yourself with it, so you don't go running over stuff you shouldn't. I know there's a few plants and stuff around here hidden in the grass. I'm not sure if they're alive or not. I can help you with that, and then it's all yours. If you want, I can do the same for the backyard." We poked around the front and backyard for about five or ten minutes, and we did find some dead plants, and also some large decorative rocks that were completely overgrown. I left him to start and headed back inside. Half an hour later I went outside to check up on him. He finished the front yard and was raking up the clippings. "Hey, do you want to take a break for a little while?" I asked him. He wiped the sweat off his face with his forearm. "Yeah, sure, I'll be there in a sec. Just let me get these in a bag," he replied, waving at the pile of grass. A few minutes later he was sitting at the table draining a large glass of tea. It was gone within a few seconds. I was surprised he didn't get brain freeze. I laughed a little. "Er...do you want a refill?" I said, reaching for the glass. "I'd love one. Or maybe two. Please?" he laughed, handing me the glass. Four glasses of iced tea later (boy, he could drink!), he was back outside fighting with my lawn. It took him another half hour to do the backlawn, and twenty minutes to trim, plus five extra minutes to fight with the weeds growing over the rock garden. I was picking through my purse to find my checkbook as he was dumping the clippings in my compost heap. I could see him through the window. I stopped what I was doing for a minute, mesmerized by his sweat-slick muscles, glistening in the summer sun. A slight tremor ran through my body, imagining what a guy like that could do to a woman. I quickly shook myself out of it as he was walking back towards the house. I made up some more tea while he was outside (he finished off the gallon I made earlier), and he settled himself back at my table to rest a little, a large glass of tea in his hand. "Well, Jacob. You did a great job. You really are as good as you said you were. I'm going to give you sixty instead of forty five." He looked about ready to protest, but he probably needed it too badly to just blindly wave it off, so he said thank you instead. "I know you're dirty and probably exhausted, but why don't you just take a shower here so you don't have to ride all the way home like that?" I offered. "Oh, uh, thanks. I'd really appreciate it. I've, uh, got some spare clothes in my truck. Let me get those real fast and I can clean up." he said, looking oddly relieved. Jacob walked out the door to his truck to get his things. * * * * * "Sorry, Jacob, but I can't really do anything for you." The supervisor said. "Prices are going up, and I've got bills to pay, too, you know. I just can't have tenants that are a couple months late on their rent all the time." He looked somewhat apologetic at me as he closed the door in my face. I grabbed my bags off the floor and threw them in the back seat of my truck. It wasn't much, but that was all I had in my apartment. I still had to clear out my garage of my equipment, too. The supe told me he couldn't let me keep my stuff in there for a few days 'til I found somewhere else to live because he already found a new tenant that had a steady job and could pay his rent in a timely manner. Could you believe it! Grumbling, I drove around to the back and gently packed my livelihood into the bed of my Chevy. I checked my watch. It was only 11:20. "What a way to start your day," I moaned. "Well, I guess there's nothing else I can do but go to Miss..uh, Mrs. Sawan's. I can't remember which one it was. Oh well. I don't think she'll be upset I got there too early." I said to myself, then climbed back in the truck and drove to her place. I rang the doorbell, hoping she wouldn't notice how much extra stuff I had in my truck just to mow her lawn. I had thought about what I was going to do about my lack of somewhere to live the whole drive down, and came up with a hazy plan. She opened the door, a little surprised I was there early. We talked a little bit, and she told me what she wanted, and even helped me search for obstacles that might have been lurking in the depths of her overgrown lawn. I made quick work of the front, went inside for a break and some awesome sweet iced tea, then back outside to finish up. As I came back in, I saw her sitting at the kitchen table where I took my breaks earlier. She had made up some more tea, and I eagerly helped myself to some of it as I sat down. She told me I did a great job and even offered me more money than she originally told me she was going to pay. I was about to be all chivalry and tell her I couldn't possibly take more than we had already agreed on, but then what happened earlier popped into my head, and I just mumbled a thank you. I was lucky I had already paid off my college for the year, but I still needed money for a new apartment. Before I could think of how to initiate Plan A, she gave me a brief respite in the form of an offer to use her shower. I quickly accepted, and she didn't think anything odd when I told her I had spare clothes in my truck. I thanked her and rushed outside to grab my bag. When I came back in, she told me she had a towel on the counter and the bathroom was up the stairs, first door on the right. She said there was shampoo, but unfortunately all of it was of the feminine variety and smelled like flowers and such. I told her that was fine, and that I had some in my bag. She went back downstairs, giving me some privacy. I closed the door and quickly stripped out of my dirty clothes. Adjusting the water to the right temperature, I looked through my bag and found clothes, shampoo and soap. I put the clothes on the counter with the towel and the shampoo and soap on the ledge of the bathtub/shower. I left my bag on the floor. I climbed in, the hot water spraying my chest. I just stood there for a minute or two, letting the hot water beat at my sore muscles and melt some of my stress away. It felt great. I squirted some shampoo on my head and scrubbed it hard, making sure I got all the dirt and stuff out. Then I poured a handful of soap in my hand and started lathering my body. * * * * * After I made sure Jacob had everything he needed for his shower, I went back downstairs. I looked at my watch. It was almost two thirty. I wondered if he had lunch. I was pretty sure he was hungry after all that work, but he was also probably too polite to ask for food. I sat down on the couch in the living room, and flipped the tv on. Mel Gibson was on the tube with his face painted, waving a spear around or something. I tried to pay attention to it. I could hear the water being turned on. I tried to ignore it. I turned the volume up on the tv. Man, those guys don't wear much, I thought , as they started running around hacking at people. Leaning back on the couch, I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to relax. Almost immediately a picture of Jacob, naked and wet, popped into my head. I groaned, and sat back up. I could always ask him if he wanted to stay for dinner or something...but what if he had something else to do today... I gave up trying to make excuses for what I was about to do, and crept quietly up the stairs. The door to the bathroom was closed. I very slowly and very quietly opened the door. It gave the tiniest creak of protest, and I froze, waiting for him to freak out or something, but all I heard was the shower, and something else...I couldn't place the sound, but it was kind of rhythmic... I pushed the door open a little wider so I could see. There was a big mirror on the bathroom wall, opposite of the shower. I could see Jacob perfectly well, but if he paid any attention at all to that mirror, there was a chance he'd see my face peeking through the door. My common sense brain cells must have gone on vacation, because I just stood there, watching him...and what he was doing. He was in the process of soaping himself, and had gotten around to his genitals and he was paying particular attention to his penis, which appeared to be very hard. I was pretty sure it wasn't a trick of the mirror. As I watched him slowly stroking his rod, I could feel the warmth creeping through my body and downward, working its way between my legs. I leaned against the doorjamb for a little support, one hand clinging to the frame and the other resting lightly on my thigh as I took in the scene. His head was down, the water beating down on it, legs spread, squeezing his cock in and out of his hand. I could hear him moaning slightly, and I think he might have been talking to himself, too. I cautiously edged a little more into the bathroom. He let out another moan and turned his face towards me and I froze, thinking I'd been caught, but his eyes were shut tight. Whatever he was imagining must have been good. I relaxed a little and continued watching him masturbate. He started talking to himself again and I caught a little of what he was saying. "...oh yeah, Bella, suck it, suck my big fat cock..." I nearly tripped out the door, that's how shocked I was. I crept out of the bathroom as slowly as I came in, and somehow I managed not to be caught. My heart was racing in my chest, and I was breathing heavily like I'd just run a mile. My knees were shaking a little and I could tell my panties just got soaked. "Crap," I whispered. I didn't need him noticing my drenched underwear. I was about to go to my room and change but I heard a particularly loud moan and stopped. "Oh, god...!" I knew that Jacob had just cum, and my panties got even wetter. I quickly took them off and put them in the laundry basket, and was about to get another pair when I heard the water shut off. "Damn!" I moaned. I knew I wouldn't have time to go back to my room, and it wouldn't look good if he came out suddenly and saw me standing right by the bathroom. I quickly and quietly rushed down the stairs, and flung myself on the couch. As I was straightening myself up to look like I'd been sitting there a while, he was coming down the stairs. "How was your shower?" I asked in what I hoped was a natural voice. It sounded a little strained and high pitched to me. Hopefully Jacob wouldn't notice. "It was great, I feel much better." I bet you do, I thought to myself. I squirmed a little as he sat on the couch beside me. I was very aware I wasn't wearing any underwear. "Miss..uh, Mrs. Sawan, I was wondering, well, is it ok if...man, I don't know how to ask this..." he said uncertainly. I started blushing for some reason, and changed subjects on him. "Oh, I bet you want to get paid, I'm sorry for making you wait!" I jumped up like I was sitting on a hot stove and rushed to get my purse. When I sat back down I sat a little further away from him, and took out my checkbook. He looked at it like it was foreign. "Oh, Mrs. Sawan..." he started, but I cut him off. "It's Miss and just call me Bella, ok?" I said, and I felt a blush creep into my face again. "Ok...Bella, I can't take checks. I don't, well, I don't have a checking account." He said, laughing a little. This stumped me a bit and distracted me for a minute. "Well, we can get one set up for you today if you'd like. I bet there's a few banks open still if we hurry!" I told him, surprised he didn't have a bank account. "I...oh...um, ok..." he said, and followed me outside. He was about to go to his truck, but I pulled on his arm, tugging him towards the garage. "No, honey, we're taking my car," I emphasized, laughing a little. We got in my shiny new Toyota Solara and took off towards the bank. After getting him an account set up (don't worry, it's free!) and his money deposited inside, we left. I didn't feel like going back to the house just yet, and remembered that he was probably hungry. "Hey, you wanna grab a bit to eat? I bet you're starving." His stomach gave a loud rumble before he could politely decline, and I laughed. "Well, I guess that's your answer, huh?" I said, smiling at him. He smiled sheepishly back at me. I pried my gaze off his face and back on the road. He had gorgeous eyes, deep green and almond shaped, with flecks of gold. It wouldn't do if I plowed us through the guardrail. I didn't feel like fast food, so I drove around a bit, and found a nice cozy little restaurant, the fancy expensive (ok, semi-expensive) kind that had real cloth tablecloths and great service and steaks and stuff. Jacob eyed the place suspiciously for a minute. "Don't worry, dinner's on me," I told him, thinking he was worried about the price. As we were shown to a table and our drink orders were taken and given menus, Jacob turned to me, an odd look on his face. "Look, Miss..er, Bella, you don't have to buy me dinner, an expensive one at that, right after you just paid me. I don't want to inconvenience you or anything..." he said slowly. "Oh, don't worry about it. Like I said, it's my treat. I haven't treated myself out like this for a while, and it's nice to have company when I do give in to that urge." I explained. The waiter came back and took our orders and he brought us our drinks and a basket of hot, fresh French bread slices and butter while we waited. We devoured half the basket pretty quickly, as we were both very hungry. After we took the edge off our hunger, we lingered over our bread longer, allowing us to talk a little more freely without food stuffed in our mouths. Jacob was slowly picking his bread apart and eating it, then he stopped eating it, but kept tearing it into tiny pieces as he looked up at me. "Bella...," he said uncertainly, "..um, there's something I want to ask you, and I completely understand if you say no, but it would make it easier on me if you said yes..." he spluttered. I could tell whatever it was he wanted to ask was making him really nervous. He was gonna have a pile of bread confetti on his plate soon if he didn't just spit it out. I reached out and put my hand on his to stop him from shredding anymore pieces of bread. "Jacob, just ask me whatever it is you want to ask. Don't be afraid or nervous." I reassured him. "Ok, well, I got kicked out of my apartment today, because I've been late on my rent too much, and the supe said I was basically costing him money, so he got a new tenant and kicked me to the curb. The guy was basically moving in already, and my stuff was outside. Now I have all my stuff in my truck and I have to find a new place to live. I was wondering if maybe it would be all right if I stayed with you. I could rent that spare room you've got or something, and I wouldn't have to spend too much extra money on gas. But if you don't want me to, I can always find another apartment..." he finished, a little tense. It was a good thing I didn't have anything in my mouth at that moment, because I probably would have choked on it. I cleared my throat a little and sipped some of my soda. "Oh, well, gosh Jacob, I'm really sorry to hear that. That sucks." I said lamely. He was looking at me with a somewhat expectant, but worried look on his face. I rubbed at my face, trying to buy a little time. I shifted my legs to cross them and suddenly became aware that I had no underwear on. Dang, I did so well at forgetting about that. I knew he was probably way short on cash, but he seemed like a nice guy, and I didn't have to make him pay rent. He could work it off by fixing stuff up around the house and doing errands. Boy, this was probably going to be a bad idea. "Jacob, I don't see any reason why you have to pay rent. I can tell you're short on cash, and I'm probably the only income you've got right now, so making you pay rent probably isn't going to get you very far. You can always do stuff around the house for me to pay your rent, but you will get paid for the other jobs you do, like when you mowed the lawn and stuff. How does that sound?" I finished. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. "That sounds great! Thank you so much, Bella! I promise I'll follow whatever rules you have, I won't wear my shoes in the house, or whatever, I'll do dishes, anything!" he said, beaming at me. At this point, our food came, two big juicy steaks with loaded baked potatoes, and we both tucked in, our mouths preoccupied once again. Mr. Handyman Ch. 03 By the time we finished up at the restaurant, it was pretty late. The sun was almost gone, and the streetlights had turned on. We both ended up having dessert, and chatted about our lives a little, getting to know each other a bit better. I figured I should get to know him a little better, after all, if he was going to move in with me. I found out he was, in fact, going to college, and that this was his last year. He was majoring in architecture, and his minor was carpentry. I thought they were both kind of the same thing, but he told me they were not, and having one would help him to do a better job at the other. I took his word for it. He was 20 years old, and had a younger sister at home (living in Louisiana – at least the kid didn't have to live right by his parents) and two older brothers traveling the countryside. Jacob wasn't a neat freak kind of guy, but at least he wasn't a slob, either. He told me he would keep his room as clean as he could manage, and assured me he wouldn't leave a trail of clothes all over the house or make a general mess of the rest of my place. I, in turn, told him a little about myself. I figured it was only fair. I told him I was an only child, and my parents lived in Texas (thankfully not TOO close to them, but a comfortable commuting distance if I had any desire to drive down and see them). Begrudgingly, I also told him I was 26, since he told me his age. I worked as a manager at a veterinarian hospital, one of the largest in Texas, and made sure everything ran smoothly. Occasionally I would even look in on some of the students (and patients) that were training and being treated. I loved animals, but was too busy to own any. If I was going to commit to having a pet, I was going to take the time to take care of it and love it. After dessert and coffee, we decided to head back to the house, as we still had to unpack his truck and get him settled in. Thankfully the spare bedroom did have a bed in it. It was just a twin, but at least it was a real bed, with the mattress, box spring, and head/foot boards, instead of an air mattress, or just a mattress lying on the floor with no box spring. I got that just in case any of my family visited,or friends wanted to crash at my place. I parked my Toyota outside the garage so we could back Jacob's truck in, making it easier to unload. It didn't take much to get all his belongings inside, as he didn't have much. I told him there was a little service road that led to the back of the house, and there was a storage shed there he could put all his equipment in. I moved my car back into the garage while he did that, and he parked his truck on the side of my garage so I could still get out. I helped him lug his stuff upstairs, showed him the decent-sized closet, and where the plugs and other things were. "Ok, well, you can put your stuff wherever you want, and I'll let you get yourself settled in. Oh, as far as the bathrooms go, there's a small one downstairs, but only the one bathtub/shower up here, so I guess we're going to have to share that..." I trailed off, a slightly amused expression on my face. I hadn't thought of that. Well, I couldn't very well tell him he couldn't use my bathroom, and I already said he could move in. "I swear I'll keep it clean and I won't make a mess of it," he promised, figuring out what I was thinking. I laughed at that. "Ok, thanks, I'd appreciate it. Let me clear a little space for your stuff in the bathroom, and you can get ready for bed or whatever." I told him. It was getting late, after all. I looked at my watch. Almost nine. Wow! We really must have spent a lot of time at that restaurant. I didn't have much stuff myself in the bathroom, as I kept most of it in the cabinet under the sink. I threw a few things in the drawers and put some stuff in the medicine cabinet. If that wasn't enough room for him, then he had a whole lot more stuff than I did! I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be a problem. I walked out of the bathroom, heading towards my bedroom, when I heard Jacob call my name. "Yes?" I asked, popping my head into 'his' room (well, technically it was his room now...). "Uh, Bella, what am I supposed to do tomorrow...?" he said uncertainly. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't even think about that! Well, if you happen to wake up before I do, you can help yourself to breakfast. Oh yeah, and as far as food goes, you're usually going to have to fix it yourself. I hope you have some cooking skills," I added, laughing. "And as far as work, well, when we're both up and fed and stuff, I'll let you know then, ok?" I finished, yawning a little. He nodded his head in agreement, and I waved goodnight to him, slumping off to my own bed. I debated for a minute about whether I should close my door or not, and compromised by leaving it open a crack. At least if he went into the bathroom and turned the light on he wouldn't wake me up, I thought. I stripped down and threw on a light t-shirt to sleep in. It was long enough to cover everything if I stood up, but if I bent over or decided to do jumping jacks or something, someone would get a view of my goods. The wind was starting to pick up. I could hear it howling outside. I hoped nothing would get knocked down. It occasionally got windy enough to knock off my porch chairs and the garbage can, but we rarely had really bad weather down here. I shrugged it off, and burrowed under my covers. I could sleep through it. I could hear Jacob moving around in the bathroom, trying to be quiet. He must have decided not to mess with any of his stuff, because I heard his door creak and a soft thump that must have been him crashing on his bed. I smiled a little and closed my eyes. As I drifted off to sleep, I could hear Jacob lightly snoring. * * * * * I woke up with a start when I heard a loud crash. My heart was beating madly, and I had a light sheen of sweat covering me. It was pitch black in my room, and the wind was roaring like a crazed dragon outside. It sounded like that same dragon was thrashing around smashing stuff, too. I got out of bed, intent on investigating. I crept downstairs (Jacob's door was open, and I could barely hear him snoring over the sound of the wind – boy, what a sleeper!) and headed towards the back of the house. That was the general direction where I heard the crash. There was a large old oak tree in my backyard. A big tree limb had broken apart from the rest of the oak and crashed into my wooden fence. There was now a big gaping hole where the limb had fallen on it. "Damn it," I muttered to myself, then jumped as a particularly loud smacking noise startled me. Something shiny flashed in my peripheral vision. I looked towards it. It landed in my lawn, and it was flapping around now. It sounded kind of like one of those big handsaws when someone was wiggling it around. I squinted my eyes, trying to get a better idea of what it was. It looked like a piece of aluminum siding. I was stumped for a minute, as I knew I had no aluminum siding on my house, or anywhere by it. I could see the branches and limbs of the oak whipping around outside and debris being thrown around. It dawned on me where that aluminum siding came from. My neighbors had some on their roof, but they were also a good couple of miles away from me. "This can't be happening..." I groaned. I rushed to my computer, which I usually left on, and checked the weather. Severe tornado warnings were flashing on my screen. "Shit!" I exclaimed, reading the details. Usually when there was a tornado in my area, it got close, but never hit. According to the weather website, it said there was a very high chance that it would plow through this district. I quickly shut the computer off, and any other electrical things. I could not believe that Jacob was going to sleep through a possible tornado. I searched the drawers and cabinets for candles, matches, batteries, and flashlights. I also grabbed some masking tape and threw it in the pile. One of the flashlights in hand,I took the steps two at a time, rushing back upstairs to wake Jacob up. He was in his boxers. I blushed slightly. "This is no time to get embarrassed!" I scolded myself, and roughly shook him by his shoulder. "Mmm...whas-goin-on..." he mumbled, blinking sleepily. "Come on, Jacob, get up! You've got to help me cover the windows! There's supposed to be tornados coming! Can't you hear that?" I shouted above the howling wind. Jacob woke up a little faster at that, and stood up, stumbling a little. "A WHAT!" he croaked at me. I didn't bother answering him, but just took his hand and dragged him downstairs. He almost tripped a couple times, but he was able to shake himself awake better and coordinate himself more. We got into the kitchen, and I shoved the roll of masking tape at him. "Here, there's some cardboard boxes stacked up in that closet over there, grab those. There should be a box cutter in one of these drawers, let me get it and we can cut the boxes up and cover the windows with them." I instructed him. I found the box cutter, and dismantled the boxes. Giving half to Jacob, I found another roll of tape, and we made short work of the windows. I really hoped none of the windows would break, anyways, but it was better off taking the precautions. I grabbed some extra blankets and pillows, along with the candles, matches, batteries, and extra flashlights, and we went back upstairs. Jacob tacked up one of the blankets over his window, and one over mine, for a little extra insulation from the weather. I put the candles, matches, and batteries on my dresser so I would know where they were if I needed them. I kept the flashlight with me, and made sure Jacob kept one with him. The other blankets and pillows were in a pile against the wall, in the hallway, in case we had to take cover in the bathroom. Jacob dragged himself back to his bed, and flopped on it, yawning. I hesitated in the hall for a moment, then reluctantly went back to my own room. I climbed in bed and wrapped the covers around me. The noise was growing steadily louder outside, and all of a sudden I heard rain thundering down on the roof. Great, just what we needed, I thought miserably. I covered my head with a pillow, trying to drown the noise out. A loud crack whipped right outside my window, and I nearly fell out of the bed. It cracked outside again, and I could see the blinding bright flash of light this time. "You have got to be kidding me!" I moaned. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep now. I crept outside my bedroom and peeked into Jacob's. He was sound asleep, or it looked like it. I shook my head. I really couldn't see how he could sleep through something like this. The lightning and thunder continued outside, trying to drown out the wind. I made up my mind. There was just no way I was going to be able to sleep with all this racket going on, especially by myself. I tiptoed to the edge of Jacob's bed, and touched him gently on the arm. His eyes fluttered open. Apparently he wasn't asleep, or I had caught him right before he could get too far under. "Hi." I said, smiling a bit sheepishly. He smiled back at me. "Couldn't sleep, huh?" he guessed. I sighed. "No, I couldn't. There's just too much...noise. Is it ok if I...well, do you want some company?" I asked him hopefully. He lifted up his head from his pillow to look at me a little better. "Sure, as long as you don't mind sharing a bed," he stated simply. My smile grew wider, and I was a little relieved that he didn't mind me invading his space. He scooted over closer to the wall to make some room for me, and I slid in after him. It was going to be a tight fit, but this room was definitely a lot better protected from the weather, and the window it had was much smaller than the one in my bedroom. There was no way we were both going to be able to lie on our backs, or stomachs, since it was only a twin, so we both had to lie on our sides. He was propped up against the wall, and my back was against his stomach. He moved his arm so it was resting on my side. I could feel the heat radiating off of him. My heart was skipping in my chest still, but it wasn't from the storm this time. I swallowed silently, trying not to think. At all. I was pretty sure Jacob was still awake. I could hear his steady breathing, and feel his chest rising and falling. My hormones were going nuts. I felt like a teenager again, in the arms of my first lover and unsure of myself. I gulped in some more oxygen, trying not to hyperventilate. This was ridiculous. He was working for me, and he was only 20! There was a pretty decent age gap between us. As soon as that thought popped into my head, I calmed down a little bit. Guys his age usually wanted women closer to their own, or younger. I think. His hand slowly started to rub my thigh. The scene from the shower popped into my head. Yeah, right. My t-shirt was barely covering my ass, and every time his hand stroked downward, it caught on the hem, and he'd drag his hand back up, inching the fabric slowly up my thigh. I didn't know if he was doing this on purpose or not, but it was still driving me crazy. Warmth pooled in my stomach and between my legs. He leaned a little closer into me, and I could clearly feel the outline of his cock, semi-hard, pressing against my ass. A quiet moan slipped through my lips involuntarily. I could feel his cock growing, slowing inching its way up my body. He slid his hand a little further up my thigh and towards my front. I squirmed slightly at his touch, and a hiss escaped his throat as my bottom ground against his cock. Oops, I thought. I could hear his breathing quicken, ragged and harsh in my ear, from my accidental fondling. He grabbed my thigh and lifted it up onto his side, making my t-shirt roll up further and exposing my center. I gasped at this unexpected movement, but didn't put my leg down. My heart was galloping in my chest, and I waited tensely to see what he would do next. His lips found my neck and started kissing me gently, while his hand slipped up my inner thigh teasingly, and started rubbing the junction where my thigh connected with my pelvis. The storm was still roaring outside, but instead of being threatening, it seemed to reflect my (and his!) raging hormones. I turned my head to face him, searching for his lips. Finding them, I quickly latched on, slipping my tongue in his mouth. He moaned, and his other hand went to the back of my head, drawing me closer so he could kiss me harder, his tongue dueling with mine. His right hand abandoned my thigh and went higher, delving under my shirt to cup one of my bare breasts. He gasped a little, surprised at my lack of clothing, then quickly went back to ravishing me. After a few vigorous minutes of making out and massaging my breasts, he propped himself up on his arms and pushed me down on the bed so I was lying on my back. One leg between mine, he continued his assault, sucking gently at my bottom lip, and I nibbled on his. This must have driven him crazy, because his knee hiked up between my legs, brushing at my warm, wet pussy. "Oh, yeah," he growled softly when he felt how turned on I was. I could feel his cock throbbing, trapped between our bodies. Slowly and gently, giving me plenty of time to object, he peeled my t-shirt off the rest of the way. It was pitch black in the room, and I wanted to see him. I gently disentangled myself from him, and he froze, thinking he'd gone too far. I turned back and kissed him on the lips. "Give me a minute, I'll be right back," I told him softly, and went back to my room to grab the candle and matches. There wasn't much on his nightstand, so I didn't have to worry about accidentally lighting anything on fire that I didn't want to. I lit a few candles, bunching them up in the center of the nightstand so there was no chance they would get bumped off somehow. When I turned to face him, his eyes opened wider and his jaw dropped. "What?" I said, blushing a little. He composed himself a little better and picked his jaw up off the floor. "Well, it's just...you look beautiful." He said. I blushed again. "Thanks." I walked back over to him, and pulled on his waistband. "I want to see you." I told him bluntly. He stripped off his boxers and stood naked in front of me, his cock waving slightly from the sudden movement. Now my eyes widened. "Wow, you're so...big." I gulped a little. He looked down at his rigid cock. "Yeah, well...I guess I am," he laughed. He looked a little worried, maybe he thought I would run out of the room, screaming. I stared at his huge cock, mesmerized by it. He must have been at least eight inches. I hopped back on the bed, patting the empty spot beside me. He didn't need a written invitation, and he slid back in between the covers, his body on top of mine. He stared into my eyes for a moment, his green eyes darkened with desire, my golden-brown eyes lighter than usual from our foreplay. Raising my head up to his, I pushed my lips against his, impatient. He dropped down to his elbows so I wouldn't have to strain my neck, but he'd still be able to prop his upper body up so he wouldn't crush me. His lips moved down my neck, to my breast, stopping at my nipple. Sucking gently, his hand massaged my other breast, tweaking and pinching my nipple lightly, making me squirm underneath him. My hands roamed his body, caressing each inch of his skin, trying to memorize it. Like a magnet, my hand went to his cock, wrapping him gently between my palm and fingers. He shivered slightly from my touch, and his mouth moved back to mine, kissing me roughly. I slowly stroked him, from the base of his shaft, to just below his head. I knew it would be sensitive there, and I left that for later. I reached down a little lower, cupping his balls in my palm and massaging them gently. "Oh, god, that feels good..." he gasped. I smiled, then pushed him off of me and on his back, straddling him. I kissed him on the lips, my tongue darting in for a taste, then went lower, kissing a trail down his neck, and across his chest. I stopped to flick his nipples with my tongue and suck on them. I gave them a quick nibble and traveled lower down to his abdomen, just below his navel. I could hear his accelerated breathing, anticipating me. I grinned catlike at him, and took the head of his penis in my mouth. He gasped, the sensation of my warm, wet mouth covering his sensitive head too much. I sucked gently on the tip, swirling my tongue around and over it, tasting his precum. I slowly worked my mouth lower onto his shaft, inch by inch, taking in as much as I could. When I felt his head hit the back of my throat, there were several inches still exposed. He looked down at me, an amazed expression on his face. I slid back up a little to catch my breath, then pushed myself back onto him, shoving his rod all the way to the back of my throat, then forced it slowly down my throat. I took a couple more inches in. His amazement turned to rapture, his eyes closed, one hand brushing against my hair, but not pushing down, and the other on my shoulder. After a few seconds in that position, I pulled back off of him, unable to hold my breath any longer. I gulped in air, coughing a little. "God, Bella, you are...amazing. And very...talented." He said, the rapt look still on his face. I blushed and smiled, not sure how to respond. Gosh, he was really making me feel like a school girl! I took his hand and pulled him towards me. "Well, Jacob, how about you showing me how talented you are?" I said, getting a little more confident. He grinned wolfishly at me, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Shoving me on my back, he pounced. Mr. Handyman Ch. 03 He licked, sucked, and nibbled his way down my body until he got to my soaking wet pussy. Placing his hands on either side of my thighs, he pushed a little, spreading them open more to get a better view. A growl rumbled from him, and he began lapping at my pussy, tasting me, drinking my desire for him. I moaned and squirmed as he lathed me with his tongue. Frustrated that I wouldn't stay put, he pinned me to the bed with his hands to keep me from moving. The tip of his tongue ran along my slit, gently circling my hole. I tried to buck my hips a little, but he had me pinned down too well. He was driving me insane with that tongue of his. Slowly, he dragged his tongue up and down my slit, lingering occasionally on my clit, circling the sensitive little nub. Finally, he took my clit in his mouth and started sucking gently on it, the tip of his tongue stimulating it even more. His fingers replaced his tongue while his mouth was busy with my clit. He rubbed my pussy lips gently with the tips of his fingers, my wetness clinging to his skin. Carefully, he took one finger and inserted it in my hole, stroking my inner walls, then two, then squeezed in three, working them slowly in and out. My hips bucked slightly against his hand, and he was unable to hold me down with just one hand. He sucked a little harder on my clit, moving his fingers faster inside me, making me gasp. "Oh, god, Jacob...oohh, yeah...ahh, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna...gonna...ahhh!" I screamed as he flicked his tongue over my oversensitive clit, sending me over the edge. He continued to stroke, lick, and suck, although at a slower pace, until my climax subsided somewhat. When my breathing wasn't so labored anymore, he slowly and gently pulled his fingers out. They were wet and glistening from my juices. He looked at me, and grinned. "Someone enjoyed themselves," he joked, then stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean. "Mmm, my you taste good!" he exclaimed, and I laughed and blushed. Looking down, I noticed his cock, still rigidly at attention. I stroked it slowly. "I guess it's time to put this soldier to bed, hmm?" I teased, then took him in my mouth, sucking and stroking him. He leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes, thoroughly enjoying himself. My unoccupied hand massaged his balls, the other still stroking the few inches of his shaft I couldn't quite cover. I could hear his ragged breath, hissing between his clenched teeth. I increased my speed a little, bobbing my head faster up and down his shaft, my tongue gliding over his head every time I pulled up. "Shit, oh yeah, just like that Bella...ohh, don't stop...fuck, I'm about to cum..." he groaned. Squeezing his balls, I shoved his rod as far as it could go down my throat, stroking the rest with my free hand. A hand on either side of my head, he started pumping his shaft in my throat. I gagged a little, but kept on sucking and stroking, letting him thrust his cock in my mouth. I could feel his cock pulsing madly in my mouth and throat, and I knew he was about to blow his load. Growling, he started thrusting faster, making his cock go a little further down my throat, to both our amazement. "Ohh, Bella..!" he moaned, as he came into my mouth, shooting load after load of hot cum down my throat. I swallowed quickly so I wouldn't choke on it, milking all his cum out of his cock with my throat muscles and lips, sucking every drop down. His slowly shrinking cock popped out of my mouth, landing on his stomach with a wet plop. I looked up at him and smiled. "Mmm, I think I can get to sleep now," I murmured to him, exhaustion creeping into my voice. He kissed me gently on the lips, cuddling me closer to his chest. "Good night, Bella." He whispered in my ear, and pulled the covers over both of us. We were both asleep within minutes. Mr. Handyman Ch. 04 It was cloudless and sunny when I finally stirred around, stretching and wincing a little at the sore, sensitive spots on my body. I quietly slid out of bed, careful not to wake Bella. Finding a clean shirt and a pair of raggedy looking jeans (also clean), I quickly dressed and went downstairs to take a look at the damage from last night. I slowly peeled the cardboard off one of the windows, and satisfied that it wasn't broken or cracked, removed it completely. The perfect weather outside didn't give a hint of the storm that hit the house the previous day, except the damage, of course. Methodically, I stripped off the cardboard from the other windows, checking for damage. Only one window in the whole house appeared to be damaged, luckily. The kitchen window had a spiderweb of cracks running along it, like someone had lobbed a baseball at it. I made a mental note to replace it as I tucked the cardboard boxes back into the closet. I pulled on my boots and went outside in the backyard. There was a broken treelimb on the ground, and some scattered twigs and leaves knocked off from the wind. The limb had crashed through the fence, leaving a man-sized gaping hole in it. Trash was scattered all over the grass, and oddly, a large piece of aluminum siding piercing the ground. The lawn chairs were scattered, all knocked off the porch. I checked the shed and the front yard. Nothing else seemed to really be damaged. It seemed to be concentrated in the backyard. By the time I got done surveying the damage and back inside, Bella was already up, and cooking breakfast. She had the shirt she had on the night before, and she smiled at me as I walked in. "Good morning," she said sleepily. I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and hugging her close. "Mmm, smells good. I thought you told me I had to fend for myself?" I joked. She yawned and flipped over some bacon in the pan. "Well, I figured I'd give you a break and make it this morning, since it looks like you're going to have your hands full fixing things." She explained. "Oh, well the damage actually isn't really bad. I just checked it out. All I really have to do is replace the window in the kitchen above the sink, and fix the fence. I can probably pick up all that trash and the tree debris too, if you want." I added. She nodded her acknowledgement of my report, as she started on the eggs and toast. "I guess you're going to have to go into town to get some supplies?" she asked me. I pulled out a chair and sat at the table. "Yeah, I guess I'm going to have to get a pane of glass. I'll have to take measurements. And I've got to get some fence boards to replace the ones that got damaged. Unless you have any extras?" I asked her. "Oh, no, I don't have any, sorry. I do have nails and a hammer and stuff like that. There might be some window caulk in the tool shed, as well. I was wondering if you could pick up some groceries while you're out in town? I'm gonna have to get ready for work in a few, right after breakfast, and I won't have time to do it. Do you think you could do that?" she said as she laid out the food on the table. "Sure, I don't mind." I told her, as I piled food on a plate. After we finished breakfast, I told her to get ready and that I'd get the dishes done. She thanked me and headed upstairs to take a shower. I washed the dishes and set them on the dish dryer rack. A few moments later, she came downstairs, wrapped up in her bathrobe, and handed me a list and a few folded bills. "That should be enough to get everything on the list, and the stuff you need to fix everything up, too. Keep the receipt so I can file it later. When you fix that, after I get home, I'll pay you. I have to get dressed now, or I'm going to be late!" she said, and rushed back up the stairs. I followed her, heading to the bathroom to make myself a little more decent. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth, then pulled the clothes on I had worn this morning (hey, they were still clean). I stepped out of the bathroom and almost got ran down by Bella rushing out of her room. She had on a light gray pinstriped suit, with a knee-length skirt and light blue shirt underneath, along with some black heels. "Oops, sorry! I'm off to work, I'll be back around four or five." She said, a little breathless. Giving me a quick kiss on the lips, she rushed back downstairs. Grabbing my wallet and keys, I went out to the garage. I saw her pull out of the driveway, and waved to her. She waved back. I climbed into my truck and headed to town. ***** I fidgeted and squirmed in my chair, tugging at the hem of my skirt. This board meeting was dragging on, and all I wanted to do was go home. It was the last meeting of the day, but from the time I first stepped inside the building, time was going by like someone trying to extract cold molasses from a jar. I managed to take a few more notes and absorb some of the information, trying not to convey my feelings that this was the last place on earth I wanted to be at the moment to everyone else in the room. Finally, the old woman doing the presentation wrapped it up, and I collected my papers and notes, shoving them in my bag. I pushed the chair away from the table, and hobbled out of my seat. My muscles were a little stiff, and the hour plus long meeting sitting in a chair did not help at all. Placing my hands on the small of my back, I straightened up, my back popping and crackling. "Ooh, that's better," I sighed. I grabbed my bag, waving goodbye to a few people I knew. Once I stepped out of the building, I inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet, fresh outside air, and clearing the stuffy circulated office air out of my lungs. I walked briskly to my car, stopping occasionally for a vehicle. I opened my bag and dug around for my keys. I couldn't find them. "Ugh," I grumbled, then sat the bag on the hood of my car, carefully dumping it out and searching through all my things. Still no keys. I patted the few pockets on my suit. Nothing. I stood there fuming quietly for a few minutes, then shoved everything back in my bag, rechecking everything as I put it back. I circled around the vehicle and peered inside the passenger window. "Oh, come on..." I said angrily to no one in particular. Or maybe it should have been directed to me, since I somehow ended up stupidly locking my own keys in my car. I gave an experimental tug on one of the doors. Locked. Well, I had to try, didn't I? I knew I had a spare key at the house. Maybe Jacob was still there. I pulled out my phone and his business card, dialing his cell. There was a click and I could hear it ringing. I almost hung up after the fifth ring, but I heard someone say hello before I pressed the button. "Hello? Yeah, Jacob, it's me Bella. Oh, you just got in? You finished with the repairs? That's good. Look, I've got a bit of a problem here. You know how to get to the veterinary hospital? Ok, good. There's a spare set of keys to the house and my car in the nightstand in my room. Grab those and meet me in the parking lot." I told him. Before I hung up, he asked me what happened, and I reluctantly told him I locked myself out, a little embarrassed. Thankfully, he didn't laugh, and I closed the phone, throwing it back in my bag. Leaning against the car, I checked my watch. It was four thirty. Hopefully he didn't take too long, I thought to myself. After ten minutes of pacing around my car and mentally cursing at myself, Jacob pulled in to the parking lot beside me, trying not to grin. He got out of his truck and tossed me my extra set of keys. I caught it one-handed, and started flipping through the keys. "Hmm, where is that thing..." I mumbled to myself. I reached the end of the key ring. I couldn't quite remember what that extra key looked like. I was pretty sure it was one of those plain jane types you get when you make a copy. I searched through them again. Then I noticed (on the third pass) that there was a little chain hanging off the ring, with nothing attached to it. I made a loud, exasperated noise. "This day just keeps getting better!" I snapped, and forcefully tossed the keys back to Jacob. Luckily, he was paying attention when I did this random act, otherwise it would have hit him square in the face. I didn't bother to apologize, and stomped back to the front of my car and picked up my bag. "Did you notice that the key fell off? Maybe that happened when you got it? It could be in your truck, or pocket, or maybe you saw it lying by itself in the nightstand?" I asked, a little desperately. Jacob 'mmm'd' and patted his pockets, mainly to reassure me, then looked through the truck briefly. "Nope, not here. And I didn't see any other keys at all in or on your nightstand. Or on the floor or anywhere else that I can remember." He said, somewhat apologetically. I took in a deep breath and tried to shake it off. No use in ruining the rest of my day over this, I thought. "Okay. It's all right." I said, concentrating on my breathing, to keep myself calm. "Look, your car is locked, right? And you don't have anything too important in it? No one's going to mess with it while it's here. Just let one of the security guys inside know what's going on. I'm sure they'll keep an eye on it just in case." he suggested. I nodded, and tried a smile, which thankfully didn't feel too strained to me. "I'll be right back, then, ok? I guess we get to share a vehicle for now." I added, unsure of what he would think about that. He just smiled and waved me off to the door. I hurried inside to explain my awkward situation. ***** I was in the middle of putting away the cold groceries when my cell phone started chirping. Closing the fridge, I rooted around in my pocket amidst all the loose change and receipts and finally found my phone. It was Bella. Wondering vaguely why she was calling, I flipped it open. She didn't seem too happy, by the tone of her voice, and I shortly found out why. Minutes later, after our brief conversation, and keys in hand (my keys and her extra set of keys), I headed out the door to the hospital. I spotted Bella almost immediately, standing next to her car. It also helped the parking lot was pretty much empty when I pulled in. I parked next to her vehicle. Attempting (badly) not to even show a hint of a smile at her predicament, I climbed out of my truck and gently tossed her the keys. I stood there for a few moments, as she sorted through them, mumbling to herself. I noticed something wasn't right when she went through the ring of keys a second time, and then a third. "This day just keeps getting better!" she snapped. I was glad I was paying attention, as seconds later after this exclamation, her keys were sailing forcefully towards my face. I deftly caught them, one-handed, wisely keeping my mouth shut in the wake of her apparant rage. I didn't feel like accidentally turning it on myself. I let her vent a little of her anger, as she spiked a few questions my way, and I somewhat humbly responded to them. Taking a peek at her face, I could tell she was visibly (perhaps unknown to herself) trying to calm down. I took the opportunity to remind her that her car was safe here, and she could inform one of the security personnel of her plight, if it made her feel better. She said she would, and commented that we would have to share the truck for a little while, before I shooed her off to the building. I smiled as I watched her hurry off to the door. I had no problem with her sharing my truck. She seemed like a pretty competent driver, and besides, she was sharing her house (among other things) with me, so it would seem like bad manners to refuse something so simple as that. As I waited for her to finish her business, I let my mind wander a bit, idly wondering what she chose to wear under that strict business woman get-up. An idea popped into my head. She was a little stressed out, after all. I knew exactly the place to take her, where she could sit back and relax. My smile turned into a grin, and my cock stirred in my jeans at the thoughts running through my head. A few minutes later, she emerged from the building. "They said it would be fine. It might be a couple days before I can get the company to make an extra set of keys for me. No way I'm letting some bozo scratch my baby up trying to open it with one of those slim jim things." she said pointedly. I nodded. Starting the truck up, I pulled out of the parking lot, easing into the traffic caused by other people just getting off work. As I was navigating stealthily through the streets, I saw from my peripheral vision, Bella leaning her head against the seat, and closing her eyes. Hoping she wouldn't open her eyes anytime soon, I slowly edged my way to the right side of the road, then turned. I followed it straight for a little while. If she opened her eyes now, she would probably notice I wasn't going in the right direction. I spotted an unmarked paved road, and turned on it. Thankfully, this road was almost as smooth as the highway. It stretched into a maze of trees, past a few streams, and then forked. On the left, the paved road continued. On the right, it was a somewhat even dirt road. I took the right. After about fifteen minutes traveling down the slightly curved road, Bella opened her eyes. "Must be some bad traffic. I figured we'd be home by...where are we?" she asked, her original statement cut off by the small shock from the change of scenery. Mr. Handyman Ch. 05 We were in a heavily wooded area. There was a small path clear of trees, just enough for a vehicle to edge through. The truck idled on a patch of dirt, trampled by constant passersby. There was no 'parking lot'. Perhaps two to three more vehicles could squeeze in this little circle, but no more. To the right of the truck, I could see the barest trace of a trail winding it's way into the woods. "Umm...Jacob, what are we doing here?" I asked, unsure of the current situation. "Relax, I just wanted to show you something." he said, a smile on his face. He hopped out of the truck, and walked to the passenger side, opening the door for me. I just sat in the vehicle, still buckled up, staring at him questioningly. He sighed, still smiling. "Come on, Bella. I promise you're gonna like this." he reassured me. Jacob held a hand out for me, and I reluctantly took my seat belt off, taking the proffered hand. He wrapped his other arm around my waist and hefted me out of the truck. I squealed in surprise, demanding to be put down. He gently lowered me to my feet. Sidestepping around me, he grabbed something out of the truck and closed it. "What are we doing?" I asked, my gaze traveling to that tiny little trail by the woods. He laughed a little, unable to help himself. "We're going for a little walk," he stated simply. I stood rooted to the spot he put me on. "What? Uh, maybe you didn't notice, but this isn't exactly hiking gear." I informed him, trying not to get mad. He pulled me up in a little one-armed hug, giving me a little peck on the lips. "Don't worry, I didn't come unprepared," he said, waving some type of cloth bag in front of my face. "Besides, those shoes you're wearing can take most of the walk up there, and I can carry you the rest of the way. It's not far." he added, when I looked skeptically at him. "I don't know about this..." I mumbled, but he had already started towards the path. "Hey, wait for me! You can't just leave me here!" I shouted at his retreating back, then trotted to catch up to him, biting back a diatribe of other things I wanted to yell at him, most of them not nice. He was right about my shoes being able to take most of the walk. It was very level and flat for the most part. Any inclines in the narrow trail were very slight and gradual. There were no potholes or rocks, or even exposed roots. I was surprised how well taken care of it looked, despite the deserted, unused appearance. I didn't see anyone the whole time we were walking. My legs were just starting to cramp up a little when we reached a rocky outcropping jutting out off the right side of the trail. The trail itself continued, the path getting rougher this time, roots and rocks visible, and in some places grass completely covered it, almost completely masking the narrow path. I stopped for a minute, bending over and catching my breath. "Okay, so now what?" I panted, waving in the general direction of the not-so-heel-friendly trail. "Give me your shoes," he said, holding out his hand. "What?! I'm not going to walk barefoot...I've got stockings on!" I spluttered. "Well, you can take those off, too, if you want," Jacob said, grinning at me. I stood there for a moment, arms crossed, defiant. "Look, if you don't take them off, I will..." he said, walking towards me with a big grin on his face, and arms coming towards me, his eyebrows wiggling at me. I backed up a little, trying to watch where I was going while walking backwards, and keep an eye on Jacob at the same time. "Okay, okay, stop! I'll take them off, jeez..." I said, warding him off with my hand held out in front of me. I sighed, and looked around for a place to sit. Jacob just stood there, waiting. I rolled my eyes and turned to the outcropping, walking to a relatively flat rock to sit on. Dusting it off as best I could, I sat down and removed first one shoe, stopping to rub my foot, and placed the shoe on the rock beside me. I took the other one off and rubbed that foot, too, and put it by the other shoe. Jacob was watching me, and ambled over to stuff my shoes carefully in his cloth bag. I was leaning back a little, stretching out my legs some to relieve the cramping, and he took one of my legs in his hand. I made a little noise of surprise, but didn't pull my leg away. Slowly, he slid his hand up my leg, searching for the top of my stockings. A little moan escaped my lips when his hand slid up my skirt, brushing my thighs. Carefully, he stuck his fingers underneath the fragile fabric, and slowly started working it down and off my leg. After removing it, he stuck it in the bag with my shoes, then returned his attention to my leg. Starting at my foot, he began massaging it, firm enough to not tickle, but gentle enough to not hurt. I moaned a little louder at his attentions. "Oohh, that feels great.." I said, wiggling my toes a little. His hands slowy made their way past my foot, massaging my calf, then slid up past my knee, to my thigh, still massaging. My eyes were barely open, staring at him while he worked. He looked up at me and smiled, then bent down to plant a kiss on my knee. He started peeling the next stocking off, paying the same attention to that leg as he did the other. When his hands reached thigh level again, he slowly pushed my skirt up a little. My eyes popped open, slightly alarmed. My hands covered his, stopping him from pushing my skirt up any further. "What if someone walks by?" I gasped, looking around suddenly as if people would start swarming out of the woods to watch. Jacob laughed and patted my hand. "Don't worry. I've been here plenty of times. Barely anyone comes here, or even knows about this place. And if anyone does happen to come by, we'll hear them miles away." he reassured me, then gently, but firmly moved my hands back to the rock's surface. "Relax, Bella. You'll enjoy this." he said, his voice a gentle timbre. I quickly took my jacket off and threw it on top of the bag. He looked at me inquiringly. "It's a little warm." I said, blushing a little. I leaned back on my elbows as he pushed my skirt out of the way. He smiled when he saw my black lacy panties. "I was wondering what you were wearing underneath all this." Swiftly, he removed them, before I could even begin to form a protest. He tucked them in the bag, and folded my jacket and put that on top of everything. He placed one hand on each of my knees and parted them a little, looking down at my slightly wet lips. "Ah, I see you had more frustrations than the office and your car." He growled softly, then lowered his head between my legs. ***** Bella was a little reluctant to go up the trail with me, but after a little gentle persuasion, she didn't put up too much of a fight. The walk up the trail was peaceful, and the day was beautiful, making it even more pleasant. When we got to the rougher part of the trail, Bella balked a little. I let her catch her breath, then asked for her shoes. This part of the trail, she would definitely break something if she used them. Whether it was a heel or her leg, I'd rather avoid either of those situations. She just stood there with her arms crossed, staring daggers at me. "Look, if you don't take them off, I will...", I said, mock threatening, walking closer to her as if to tackle her to the ground for her shoes. She started backing off a little, then gave in, holding me off with a wave of her hand. I stood there and waited patiently for her to take her shoes off. She saw me and rolled her eyes at me. I just smiled. She walked over to the outcropping of rocks and sat down, taking her time to remove her high heels. While she was sitting down, I got a pretty good view under her skirt. The sunlight didn't quite reach at the angle she was at, so I couldn't see what kind of panties she was wearing. Rats. Well, I figured there was one good way to find out. As she was stretching her legs and massaging her feet, I walked over to her and put her shoes in my bag. While one of her legs was stretched out in front of me, I made a grab for it, capturing it in my hands. She gave a little squeak of surprise, but didn't remove her leg from my hands. I started removing her stockings, going real slow. Each time a stocking came off, I rubbed her bare foot and leg. She moaned a little throughout this whole process, commenting on how good my hands felt. As my hands crept slowly higher up her leg, I tried to discreetly push her skirt up. She snapped upright, balking again. I calmed her down, telling her I came here all the time and knew everything there was to know about this place, and the lack of people. I moved her hands off her lap and told her to relax again. She shrugged off her jacket, and said it was getting warm. When I pushed her skirt up out of the way, I noticed her tantalizing black lacy panties. I tried to suppress a smile, and commented that I was thinking of what she had under here earlier. Without warning, I slipped her panties off and tucked them into my bag. She didn't protest. I gently parted her legs to get a better view. I could see her wet lips, glistening in the weak sunlight filtering through the trees. I made a smart comment, and dipped my head down to taste her. She gasped a little as my tongue delved into her soaked pussy. I loved the fact that she shaved. I braced my hands against her thighs as I helped myself to her little buffet. With the tip of my tongue, I teased her clit, then licked up and down the inside of her pussy lips. Bella lifted a hand, placing it on top of my head, perhaps to make sure I didn't leave too soon, and curled her fingers in my hair. I scooted closer to her, by now on my knees, until my pulsing cock was pressed against the cool rock. "God, you taste good," I groaned between her legs, lapping up her juices. My tongue circled her tight hole, then plunged in, making her writhe on the rocky shelf that was supporting her. Her hand tightened in my hair, unconsciously pushing my face closer to her pussy. I obliged her, and started licking and sucking at her clit and lips a little more vigorously. Each time I moved while lathing her with my tongue, my cock ground into the rock. I was about to cum in my pants. Reluctantly, I pulled my head away from her hot pink center, now even more wet with her fluids and mine. I thought she wasn't going to let me up at first, but she loosened her grip in my hair, and let me get up. I grabbed a clean cloth out of the bag and wiped my face off. It was covered in her juices. Smacking my lips together, I gently pulled her skirt down, and leaned over to give her a little kiss. She had a somewhat hurt look on her face, probably from the fact I didn't keep going until she finished. "Aww, honey, don't look so put out. I'm not done with you yet." I said, winking at her. She perked up a little at that. I picked up the bag with our stuff in it, and told her to hold it, but not to look in it. "Otherwise, we'll just walk right back down that trail and go home," I warned her, then smiled and scooped her up in my arms. She giggled, but didn't make any complaints, and I carried her back to the trail. "I'm just going to carry you the rest of the way, it'll be easier for both of us," I told her, and started the slightly laborious trek up the trail. Not too far along it forked, the left path leading further out into the trees. The right fork disappeared towards another circle of rocks, this time much larger rocks. I took the right fork, careful to watch my step so I wouldn't trip. A few minutes later we rounded the corner of a jutting rock wall, and I put her gently back down on her feet. Bella looked around, her mouth slightly open in awe, taking in the sight. We were surrounded by high walls of rock, and what little space they didn't cover, thick trees blocked in the rest, creating a somewhat circle shaped enclosure. It was very private. The only place you could view the whole of the scenery was if you were standing right at the opening, where the trail ended, just around the corner of the rock. A series of small waterfalls were running down the rocks, and under the cover of some long, overhanging branches covered with leaves, there was an oval shaped pool of water. The water itself appeared to be bubbling. "It's a hotspring!" I told her, putting my arm around her shoulder and moving her closer towards the pool. She was still gaping at it all a little, but managed to shuffle her feet closer to the water. "Is it...is it safe to go in?" she asked, barely held back hope in her voice. "Oh yeah, it's pretty hot, but safe enough to go in. I've been here a few times to unwind." He said, smiling at her, glad that she liked his little surprise. She set the bag down by the water. "Wow." she said, unable to think of anything else. I pulled her close to me and kissed her gently for a few moments. "Now you can relax completely," I said, smiling. I couldn't wait. My still rock hard cock agreed with me.