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The Naughty DIY Assistant- A Phone Sex Fantasy

The view from where I am standing is pretty nice, Mike is up a ladder at the bottom of my stairs, fixing the ceiling. I am at the bottom of the ladder making myself highly useful steadying it, and getting a fantastic view of his firm thighs and bum, tightly clad in denim.

I'd be a liar if I said

I had much interest in DIY or that ladder really needed holding still, but my interest in Mike's Goods is pretty high! He's a good-looking 40-something, lean and fit from his job as a builder with warm brown eyes that sparkle when he smiles and mid-brown hair that gets cut when he can no longer see where he is going. We've been friends for a few years now and have very few secrets, we share a lot of banter, most of it fairly filthy, but he remains very married, and I have a long-term partner.

"Hang on, I've gotta turn around."

I hold the ladder steady as he turns around to attend to the bit of ceiling he couldn't reach before. My view has changed, significantly for the better and I cannot resist an audible 'mm' as my face is now just inches from his crotch, and his flies are down exposing a few inches of bulging cotton. "What...?" He looks down. "Oh..." he says. "Oh indeed," I say. "Nice view!" He moves his hand to his zip but I stop him, "Oh no, leave that. I gotta have some perks as DIY Assistant," I tell him.

"Oh yeah, and what's my reward for all this work?"

he laughs. "Well... I could..." I joke back, wondering how far he would call my bluff. "I've heard about your reputation girl, maybe it's time you proved the rumors are true?". I reach my hand up to his belt buckle and undo it, staring straight into his eyes, fully expecting him to say something to stop me.

He doesn't.

Instead, he holds my gaze and steps down a rung on the ladder so I can unbuckle his belt easier. His belt and fly undone, I run my thumb under the waistband of his shorts, pulling the elastic down over his rapidly hardening cock. I don't want to say anything to break this spell lest he changes his mind, so without taking my eyes off his face, I slowly lick the full length of his cock, from balls to glistening tip.

He gasps quietly,

a sharp intake of breath as I swirl my tongue around his now fully rigid tool, but before I can take him into my mouth, he steps off the ladder and pulls me around so he's sitting on the stairs. He scoots up a couple of steps and his jeans and shorts come down further, exposing his balls and bum to me. Tugging gently on my ponytail he pulls me down, kneeling in front of him.

"Don't let me stop you."

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