| Kevin was early and obviously impatient. Before Michelle could answer the door, he buzzed again. She was ready to scold him until she opened the door...and her jaw dropped. Tall and tan, he was dressed in a pair of beat-up jeans and a t-shirt that barely contained his chiseled chest. His dark hair fell to his chin. Kevin looked much different than Michelle had ever seen him before. She usually saw him in suits and fancy Gucci clothes because of his celebrity. But today, he was just Kevin, here to fix his friend's sink. "Sorry I didn't answer on the first ring," Michelle apologized. "That's okay," he said. "The drainman always rings twice." She smiled. "That's the postman." "Oh, yeah." He said with a grin. She let him in and explained the problem. After tooling with the pipes for a few minutes, he said it had to be replaced because of rust and grime inside. "It'll take a while." Michelle's pulse raced. "Fine by me." Ever since he'd married her bestfriend Kristin, she was extremely obsessed with him and the way he looked. He could never cease to amaze her. "Nice place," he said. "All yours right?" "Yeah, the first time without a roommate." "First times are exciting," he said, looking directly into her eyes. His innuendo surprised her. "Uh yeah. Would you care for a drink?" she stammered. "A beer?" "No, thanks. Somethings I can't do on the job." He smiled and checked her out, then winked. "But exceptions can be made." "Like what?" she asked, hoping he'd make the move. She read him exactly right. He strode to her and, without hesitation, kissed her deeply. Running his callused hands hungrily over her body, he looked at her for the go-ahead. She wimpered, and he pulled her on top of him on the bare floor, sliding her skirt up around her waist. They'd barely exchanged words today, and Michelle was afraid to move, fearing she'd break the spell. He sensed her hesitation. "Just lie back," he said, leading her hands to his rock-hard chest. As he pulled off his shirt, her palms seemed to melt on his sultry skin. Cupping her hands, he led them to his jeans and commented, "See how much I want you?" Weak with lust, she nodded. He stripped his pants off, and Michelle eyed every lucious inch of him. Dropping to his knees, he leaned over her body. She lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around his back. Under the weight of his frame, she felt as though she was being consumed by him. Her limbs tingled, and she let herself go completly. Utterly satisfied, she lay there, and he fell beside her. Once they caught their breath, Michelle turned to him and smiled. "Now, about the drainman always ringing twice... ." Thanks to Cosmopolitan Magazine for the story. |
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