In 2007, my business partners and I decided to take our business from a side business to a full time business. With that, we chose a nice retail shop on a busy street in our home town. The place needed a lot of work, but we got it for a great price.
Since neither of my partners are particularly handy, I was doing a lot of the work myself. That meant very many long nights of hanging drywall, running wires, and fixing all the little things that needed to happen to open up.
With a week to go before opening, the final push was on. I was spending nearly all my time at the new shop. Of course, that meant I wasn’t home with Sheri very much. She actually started coming over to the shop to help me paint or clean or whatever jobs she could do. It was sweet that she just wanted to be around and be some kind of help.
A few days before opening, I was really stressed out. When Sheri got out of work that day, around 3:30, she came right to the shop without going home. I’m sure in some part of my mind I was excited she was coming, but in the moment I was so scattered that I completely forgot.
When she arrived, she found me in our network room, covered in dry wall dust and dirt, hanging an equipment rack on the wall.
“Hey, how is it going?” she asked as she entered the room.
“OK,” I replied. “Just so much to do. I wish I had some help for some of this bigger stuff.”
I was pouring sweat and Sheri could tell how exhausted I was. Sheri walked out of the room. I didn’t really pay much attention to what she was doing as I just went back to focusing on the task at hand.
I finished hanging the rack and tightened up the screws. I threw down the drill I was using, causing a long bang as it hit the table.
“Are you done with that?” Sheri yelled from the other room.
“Yeah, I just need to start putting the equipment in now,” I answered.
As I started opening boxes, Sheri re-entered the room and took me by the hand.
“Come with me for a minute,” she said clutching my hand tightly.
“Did you find something else I missed?” I asked her.
She paused for a moment and then replied, “No, not exactly.”
We went into the back room we planned to use for storage. She pulled the curtain closed, I hadn’t had a chance to hang the door on that doorway yet. I stood in the middle of the room getting ready to ask her what we were doing.
As I turned around, Sheri had her shirt off and was unhooking her bra. Her naked breasts swayed slightly as she slowly walked toward me.
“You need a break,” she said as she got closer.
“Baby, I know, but I have so much to do and look at me, I’m a mess,” I replied.
She kissed me then put her finger over my lips.
“Shhhh,” she said. “I know what you need. I need it too.”
Her hands found my belt and started to unbuckle it. Sheri slowly and sensually dropped to her knees in front of me, never breaking eye contact. She continued to unbutton and unzip my jeans. Once loosened, she pulled them down just enough to allow my hard on to spring forward in front of her face.
“Did you even lock the door?” I asked quietly.
Sheri shook her head, no, as her tongue extended and found my cock for the first time.
She said, “I didn’t. Maybe someone will walk in and catch us. Better be quick about this.”
Before I could reply, she took my rod into her mouth and started to suck on me slowly.