The scent of his cologne and the big bulge in his snug jeans, as he measured for new countertops, was putting ideas in my head. When he bent over the table with a calculator and pad to “run the numbers," I excused myself.

When he called out, “I’m all set here,” I returned, stark naked. His eyes widened.

“How much?”

“Uhhh, just, uh, under $4,700.”

“Wow, that’s a lot!” I leaned into him, opening his fly and slipping a hand inside. As his thick cock swelled in my hand, I whispered, “Maybe we can work out some sort of a discount…”