The story unfolded just a few months ago after I had wrapped up a repair job. From our very first meeting, the air crackled with unspoken tension.

Rachel was the epitome of quiet allure, petite, with soft curves that hinted at hidden depths. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and those hazel eyes held a spark of mischief beneath her reserved demeanor.

She would listen intently as I explained the work but every so often her gaze would drift, her full lips parting slightly as if lost in a private fantasy. It made her cheeks flush a deep pink and I would catch myself wondering what thoughts were swirling in her mind.

Her husband, whom I had only encountered briefly, was a stark contrast. He was a gruff, perpetually dissatisfied man who barked complaints despite the free fix I had provided after years of their ongoing issue. He drained the energy from the room, leaving her subdued in his presence.

A few days after I thought the job was done, my phone rang. It was Rachel, her voice soft and tentative, requesting a follow-up appointment.

“I need you to explain everything again and double-check,” she said. “I couldn’t think straight with my husband around, it was too distracting.”

It was an unusual ask, but the memory of her lingering glances made my pulse quicken. I agreed without hesitation, eager for another chance to see her.

The day before our meeting, a text popped up. “Hey, it’s Rachel. Can you come a little later tomorrow? I won’t be alone otherwise and I don’t want any distractions.”

I agreed and booked her in but she was not done. Her messages kept coming, evolving from polite chit chat to something far more intimate. We veered off topic quickly, sharing laughs about mundane life, then dipping into flirtation.

“You have such strong hands,” she typed at one point. “I bet they’re good at more than just fixing things.”

My cock twitched at the implication and I fired back something equally teasing. “Careful or I might have to demonstrate.”

By the end of the night, our exchange had turned saucy, laced with innuendo that left me hard and restless in bed, imagining her fingers flying across her phone screen, perhaps while she touched herself.

The next morning, I woke with a surge of anticipation, my body already humming at the thought of seeing her.

In the shower hot water streaming over my skin, her image invaded my mind: those flushed cheeks, the way her blouse had hugged her breasts during our first meeting. I stroked myself briefly, envisioning her moans but forced the thoughts aside.

She is married, I reminded myself. A customer.

But the denial only fueled the fire.

As I toweled off, my phone buzzed. “I’m looking forward to seeing you today. I’m just getting dressed. Any special requests?”

My heart raced as I unlocked the screen but the message vanished; she had deleted it.

Had it been a mistake?

Or a deliberate tease?

Either way, it left me throbbing with curiosity.

I pulled up to her house in my work van around midday, the neighborhood quiet and unassuming. From the outside, it looked like any routine service call. No one would suspect a thing.

I knocked and when the door cracked open, there she was, hiding coyly behind it. Clad in a silky satin robe that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her hair was tousled as if she had just rolled out of bed and her eyes held a mix of vulnerability and raw hunger. The air between us ignited instantly.

My cock stiffened slightly at the sight of her, desire flooding my veins like liquid fire. Stepping aside, she ushered me in with a hurried whisper, closing the door softly behind us.

The robe parted slightly as she moved, revealing glimpses of black lace beneath, a sheer teddy that accentuated her full breasts, the fabric so thin I could see the outline of her hardened nipples.

She caught my stare and, with a shy smile, opened the robe wider, letting it slip off one shoulder. Her body was exquisite, soft pale skin glowing in the hallway light, her hips flaring invitingly and a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair visible through the lace thong.

I could not hold back.

“Just wow,” I stammered, my voice husky with lust.

She melted at the words, her eyes fluttering as if she had been starving for admiration, for someone to see the sensual woman she had buried under her everyday facade.

I closed the distance in a heartbeat, pressing her gently against the hallway wall. Our lips met in a slow, deep kiss, her mouth soft and yielding, tasting faintly of mint and desire. My hands roamed her sides, sliding down to her lower back, pulling her flush against me. She gasped as she felt my hardening cock press into her thigh through my trousers.

I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. “I wasn’t expecting this, but I’ve been dying to touch you like this.”

A soft groan escaped as she kissed me harder. Her fingers clawed at my shirt, desperate to feel my skin.

“Upstairs,” she managed, her voice trembling with nervous excitement.

She took my hand, leading me toward the stairs but her open robe swayed with each step, exposing more of her luscious body. I could not wait.

Halfway up, I stopped her, turning her to face me.

“Sit,” I commanded softly.

She obeyed, perching on a step, her legs parting instinctively as I knelt before her. I kissed her deeply, my hands gliding up her smooth thighs, pushing the robe aside. Hooking my fingers into her thong, I tugged it to the side, revealing her glistening pussy, swollen and wet with arousal.

The scent of her musk filled the air, intoxicating me. I leaned in, my tongue tracing slow circles around her clit, savoring her sweetness as she moaned, her fingers gripping the edge of the step.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, her hips bucking gently against my mouth.

I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around them, slick and hot.

“Listen to you. You’re soaking for me already,” I murmured, curling my fingers to hit that sensitive spot.

She whined in protest when I withdrew but her eyes darkened with lust as she watched her juices glisten on my skin. Boldly, she grabbed my hand, drawing my fingers to her lips. She sucked them clean, her tongue swirling teasingly, maintaining eye contact that sent a jolt straight to my cock.

It was too much. I needed her now.

We scrambled the rest of the way upstairs, bursting into the bedroom. She shoved me onto the bed with surprising eagerness, her hands fumbling at my belt.

As my trousers fell away, she wrapped her soft palm around my throbbing length, stroking slowly at first, then with more urgency. A hungry smile curved her lips as she sank to her knees, her eyes locking onto mine before she took me into her mouth.

Her tongue danced along the underside of my cock, sucking with deliberate slowness, her cheeks hollowing as she savoured me. The wet sounds of her mouth on my cock nearly pushed me over the edge. I had to stop her before I lost control.

But instead of pulling her up right away, I guided her body around, positioning her thighs to straddle my face as she continued her eager sucking. We settled into a perfect sixty-nine, her glistening pussy hovering just above my lips, dripping with arousal from our earlier teasing. I gripped her ass firmly, pulling her down onto my mouth, my tongue delving deep into her slick folds.

She moaned around my cock, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through me, her hips grinding instinctively against my face as I lapped at her clit, sucking and flicking with relentless hunger. Her scent and taste overwhelmed me, sweet and musky, her juices coating my chin while she bobbed her head faster, taking me deeper into her throat.

Our bodies moved in sync, her muffled cries growing louder as I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot while my tongue circled her swollen clit. She ground down harder, her thighs trembling around my head, her mouth working me with sloppy, desperate enthusiasm, saliva dripping down my shaft.

The intensity built until she shattered first, her pussy clenching around my fingers, flooding my mouth with her release as she cried out, the sound vibrating straight through my cock. It pushed me to the brink but I held back, savoring the way her body quaked above me.

Finally, I eased her off, both of us breathless and slick with sweat.

Pulling her up ,I flipped her onto the bed, taking a moment to drink in the sight, her black lace teddy hugging her breasts, the thong barely containing her arousal-soaked pussy. I stripped off the rest of my clothes, my cock standing rigid and ready.

Joining her, I kissed her passionately, my hand trailing down her body, slipping between her thighs. She arched into my touch, grinding against my fingers as I circled her clit, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Please,” she whispered, her hand gripping my shaft, pumping it firmly. “I want you inside me. Raw. Fill me up.”

With a grin, I positioned myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock through her slick folds, teasing her until she begged. Then I thrust in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her tight heat envelop me completely.

She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I filled her, our bodies syncing in perfect rhythm. I moved above her, watching her breasts bounce with each thrust, her face contorted in ecstasy. She pulled me down for a fierce kiss, her tongue tangling with mine.

“Can I go on top?” she breathed, her voice laced with need.

I withdrew reluctantly, lying back as she peeled off her teddy, her nipples begging for attention. Straddling me, she guided my cock back inside, sinking down with a gasp that made my balls tighten. She paused, adjusting to the fullness, her hands on my chest for leverage.

Then she began to ride, slow sensual rolls of her hips, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. Her eyes locked on mine, drinking in my reactions, her moans growing louder as she picked up speed. Leaning forward, her hair tickled my face, her breath hot on my neck.

“You feel so perfect, stretching me,” she groaned, her movements turning frantic.

I gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, my thumbs brushing her clit. She shattered above me, her body convulsing, pussy pulsing around my cock as she came hard, her cries echoing through the room.

“Good girl. Ride it out, let me feel you come,” I urged, holding her through the waves.

Once she calmed, I flipped her onto her stomach, smacking her ass playfully, watching it jiggle, before kissing down her spine. Sliding back inside from behind, I thrust deep and slow, whispering, “You take me so well, like you were made for this.”

She pushed back, meeting my hips, her gasps turning to pleas as I pounded harder. The buildup was intense. I felt the pressure building.

“Where do you want it?” I growled.

“Inside me. Please, fill me,” she begged.

A few more powerful thrusts and I exploded, spilling deep within her, her pussy milking every drop as she climaxed again, her body trembling beneath me.

We collapsed. Time melted away as we lay tangled, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her sweat-slicked skin, her head on my chest.

Eventually, reality intruded.

“He’ll be home soon,” she murmured regretfully.

I dressed slowly, memorising her flushed, satisfied form on the bed, her thighs still glistening with our mingled release.

At the door, I cupped her face, kissing her one last time.

I strolled back to the van, the picture of normalcy. The neighbors remained oblivious, unless, of course, they had heard her screams of pleasure echoing through the house.