“Bring it to me, and I’ll fix it,” I told her while she opened the door.
“Now?”
“Yes now.” I looked down on her. Her blue eyes shone up at me like she couldn’t quite make out my character. She had cute freckles on her fair cheeks and nose. I wanted to kiss each and every one of them.
She shrugged and a few minutes later returned with a porch light bulb. I reached up brushing away cobwebs, I removed the old bulb and screwed in the new one.
“Turn it on,” I said.
She flipped the switch, lighting up the area.
I brushed my hands of the dust and cobwebs.
“You can come in and wash your hands, if you want.”
That was an invite, I decided.
“Thanks.” I stepped into her little home. It was cozy, like her, but a little tired. I followed her to the kitchen, noting a light switch plate that was askew as it was missing a screw.
I washed my hands, seeing that her hinge on the cupboard by the sink seemed out of place. I opened the cupboard wincing as it squeaked.
“This is a little squeaky,” I said, studying the hinge.
“Yes
I turned to her, and for a minute, I thought her eyes were cast down. Like maybe she was checking out my ass.
“You’ve got a few things around that could use some attention,” I said leaning against the counter.
“I suck at DIY.”
God help me, when she said suck, all I could think of was her lovely pink lips wrapped around my dick.
“I’ll do it,” I said.
“How much do you charge?” she asked.
This was it. It was time to be clear about my intentions. I straightened from the counter and took a few steps toward her. “I’ll do it for a kiss.”
Her blue eyes widened and flashed with interest. “That sounds expensive.”
I shrugged. “I’m sure you can afford it.”
“How will I know I get my money’s worth?”
Yes, yes, yes, I thought as I realized she was speaking in sexual code.
“I won’t finish until you’re satisfied.” More than satisfied. I’d made her come, and come, come until she begged me to stop. I could imagine it now.
The only problem was, she’d been drinking. The last thing I wanted was for her to regret anything we might do. Or blame it on the booze.
I stepped closer to study her eyes more carefully to see just how sober she was, or wasn’t.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked.
“I just want to make sure you’re sober enough when I take a down payment.”
“What’s your assessment?” she said, looking up at me as she closed the distance and her breasts pressed against my chest.