The Maintenance Lady

Life over the last two years had not been easy. I had gone through a bitter divorce and walked away with little more than the shirt on my back. Now at last I had my own flat and had been able to furnish it with the mandatory items, but it still had a long way to go.

My move into my flat had not been without its problems and I had first met Sarah-Jane when I had called the caretaker to find out were the electrical switchboard was located so that I could switch on the power. Sarah-Jane had arrived with her hair tied up in a bun, rather large round glasses perched on her nose and dressed in men’s overalls which were at least 4 sizes to big for her. She definitely was not ugly, I would have put her in the plain Jane category.

Now I found myself calling once again, the garbage disposal had just ground to a holt and the sink was filled with vegetable peels. Sarah-Jane promised to be up in 5 minutes, and I waited expectantly, one thing this girl new was how to handle her tools. The door bell rang and I stepped across the kitchen to the front entrance. Sarah-Jane stood before me, her hair loosely hanging down over her shoulders, her glasses were gone and I assumed she was wearing contact lenses, she wore a tight t-shirt that matched her short denim dress. Shit I thought to myself, this girl is hot.

Sarah-Jane stepped inside and headed to the kitchen, her toolbox in hand, I closed and followed closely behind. After taking a look at the mechanism she ducked her head under the counter and wriggled into the cupboard below. Her bare but cheeks stuck out from her denim skirt, the g-string was stretched to breaking point. I bent down on my haunches, my eyes fixed on her soft pink mound that pushed out hard against the tint triangular piece of silk. I cleared my throut, asking if she had found the problem, “Pass me my wrench” she replied.

As I leant forward with her wrench I lost my balance, my hand landing on her smooth soft but firm but cheek. Sarah-Jane bucked upwards, “SHIT” she cried as she banged her head against the bottom of the sink. Sorry I apologies as I stood up and back. As Sarah-Jane maneuvered out of the cupboard, her face came within feet of my now bulging pants, my shaft was throbbing and I felt the blood rush to my face as I realized she was looking directly at the bulge.

Her hand cam up and rested over the length of my clothed shaft, I swallowed hard as she said, “It looks like your plumbing also need some attention”. Then slowly she drew the zip of my pants downwards, looking up at me with the sexiest naughtiest expression I had ever seen. I felt her had move inside my pants as she maneuvered my engorged penis from the protection of my boxers, as it made its appearance I watched as she moved her head closer and then felt her warm lips close over its head. Slowly then with more urgency she started to move her lips back and forth.

After a few minutes she stood up, taking my hand and pressing it against her hard nipple, her breasts were small but firm, her nipples stood out hard, and as I continued to feel her breasts she undid my pants and instructed me to step out of them as they fell to the floor, next she undid my shirt and that was also on the floor within a few seconds, I was naked except for my socks.

Sarah-Jane lifter her t-shirt over her head and that was allowed to fall to the floor son after my shirt, next it was the turn of her denim skirt. “Rip my G-String Off” she instructed me. With the utmost ease she lifted herself onto the kitchen counter and lay back, her legs spread wide, her wet and ping pussy lips glistened in the light of the down lighter. She guided my hand straight to her wet pussy and I started to rub her gently. She moaned and I stuck my finger deep inside, rubbing up the front, she quivered and groaned even more.

I lowered my head right into the honey pot, my tongue started to lick her gently, I gently pressed it inside her as far as it would go, she groaned and cried out as I continued the in out movement of my tongue, she jerked and shuddered as she came, she tasted so good, and she was so wet that she was dripping onto the kitchen counter. I stood up and guided my still aching cock deep into her pussy, we stayed like that for several minutes before I started to stroke backwards and forwards, I felt the muscles in her pussy tighten as she once again became excited.

I knew I would not last much longer as she wiggled and pulled me in deeper with her legs, then as I felt my hot cum shoot up through my shaft, her pussy muscles contracted tightly as she held me in deeply, she was moaning, the sweat dripping from both our exhausted bodies.

After a few moments I withdrew and gave her some space to drop back down on the floor, she kissed my chest as she worked her way down to my ne limp cock, taking it all in her mouth she sucked and licked it clean as it started to become engorged once again.

As she stood up she simply said “I always clean up after a Job”.

I have forgotten how many times I have called for maintenance in the last month, all I know is that with Sarah-Jane what you see, is not what you get, and what you get is far more than you could hope for.

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