Mollie was a shy woman in her mid-thirties, but she had a body that would make anyone blush. Her ass was round and plump, perfect for grabbing onto, and her boobs were perky and full. She had hired a handyman to come and fix her sink, something her husband usually took care of, but he was out of town on business.

As she heard the doorbell ring, she took a deep breath, straightened her sundress, and headed to the door. She felt a hint of excitement as she anticipated the stranger who was about to enter her home. When she opened the door, a rush of blood went straight to her pussy. Standing in front of her was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a ruggedly handsome face and deep brown eyes. He introduced himself as Jake, his deep voice sending an excitement over Mollie.

Mollie led him to the kitchen, unable to stop herself from stealing glances at his muscular arms and strong manly hands. She felt her panties getting wet as she imagined those hands touching her, holding her, and doing all sorts of naughty things.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" Jake asked, his voice calm and confident.

"Oh, um, the sink. It's been leaking lately," Mollie stammered. She pointed the sink, and as she did so, Jake stepped closer to her, his body brushing against hers. She felt his hardness press against her hip, and she bit her lip, surprised at how turned on she was by this stranger.

Jake wasted no time in getting to work. He rolled up his sleeves, and Mollie couldn't help but notice the defined muscles of his forearms. Her pussy throbbed as she imagined those strong arms holding her down, pinning her to the table as he took her right there in the kitchen.

He reached under the sink, feeling around for the pipes, and Mollie watched, her breath quickening. As he worked, his shirt lifted slightly, giving her a glimpse of his chiseled abdomen. She felt her knees go weak at the thought of running her hands over that hard body, feeling his muscles clench as he fucked her.

"It's a tight space under here," Jake commented, his voice husky. "Might need to get in there and take a closer look."

Mollie's heart began to pound. She knew what he was implying, and the thought of it made her wetter than she already was. She nodded dumbly, unable to form a coherent sentence as her desire clouded her mind.

Without waiting for a response, Jake gently moved Mollie aside and positioned himself in front of the sink cabinet. Then, to Mollie's surprise and delight, he lowered himself to the floor, his back leaning against the cabinet doors. He looked up at her, his eyes burning with pure desire, and patted his lap.

"Why don't you come here, Mollie? I think I need an extra set of hands for this job," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Mollie's heart was racing as she slowly moved towards him. She couldn't believe what was about to happen. Here she was, a shy housewife, about to strike up a raunchy affair with a stranger, right in her own kitchen. She felt herself getting wetter by the second as she positioned herself above him, her legs straddling his powerful thighs.

Jake reached up and placed his rough hands on her knees, slowly sliding them up her thighs. She trembled as his fingers inched closer to her core, and she bit her lip, anticipating his touch.

"That's it, baby, nice and slow," he whispered hoarsely. "Let me make you feel good."

His hands finally reached their destination, and he gently rubbed her pussy through her soaking wet panties. She gasped at the sensation, her head falling back as a moan escaped her lips. Jake's experienced fingers found her clit, and he rubbed it in slow, delicate circles, driving her wild.

"Oh, fuck ... yes," she breathed, rocking her hips against his hand.

Jake worked his magic, knowing exactly what to do to drive Mollie crazy. He slid his fingers under her panties, and as he touched her bare skin for the first time, she let out a sharp gasp.

"So wet for me, aren't you?" he said. "I bet your pussy is aching to be fucked, isn't it?"

Mollie could only nod, unable to form words as the pleasure consumed her. Jake slid a finger inside her, then added another, stretching her, filling her up. He kept rubbing her clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of her tight hole.

"Oh, God, yes, please don't stop," she begged, her hips bucking wildly.

"You like that, don't you, you dirty girl?" he said, his voice full of lust. "You want me to make you cum, don't you?"

His dirty talk sent Mollie over the edge, and she cried out as her orgasm washed over her. Jake kept fingering her through it, getting out every last drop of pleasure as her juices coated his hand.

As her body stopped trembling, she opened her eyes and looked down at Jake, her chest pounding. He grinned up at her, his face shining with satisfaction.

"Now it's my turn to get a little relief," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Before Mollie could respond, Jake stood up, lifting her as if she weighed nothing, and sat her on the edge of the kitchen table. He stepped back and quickly undid his belt, revealing his thick, 9” hard cock. It stood proudly, vein-covered, and excited.

Mollie's eyes widened at the sight, but any doubts she had were quickly dismissed when Jake grabbed her thighs and pulled her towards him, positioning the head of his giant rod just inside her dripping cunt.

"You ready for this, Mollie? Ready to get fucked by a stranger?” he said.

She nodded eagerly, her reservations gone as her hunger for his cock took over. Jake slowly entered her, filling her up inch by inch until he was buried balls-deep inside her.

"Oh, fuck, you feel so tight," he groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly.

Mollie wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place as he began to thrust. He started slowly, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the kitchen, along with Mollie's moans and cries of pleasure.

Jake fucked her hard, using her body for his pleasure as she begged for more. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her sensitive nipples, and kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth as his cock invaded her pussy.

"You like it when I fuck you like this, don't you?" he whispered against her lips. "Bet your husband doesn't fuck you like this."

His words sent a shockwave through her, and she came again, crying out as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Jake groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he neared his own release.

"Where do you want my cum, Mollie?" he grunted. "Want it all over that pretty face of yours?"

Mollie shook her head, her breath coming in short gasps. "No, I want it inside me ... fill me up," she panted.

Her dirty talk pushed Jake over the edge, and he rammed into her one last time, holding still as he unloaded his hot cum deep inside her. She could feel his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed, and she moaned softly, loving the feeling of being used by this hunky handyman.

As their orgasms subsided, Jake leaned in and kissed her softly, his hands gently caressing her sweat-covered body.

"That was incredible," he whispered.

Mollie smiled, feeling satisfied and delighted. She had just experienced one of the most intense sexual encounters of her life, and now she understood why people say that sex with strangers can be so exhilarating.

They quickly straightened their clothes, and Jake gave her a wink before heading back under the sink to finish the job. Mollie watched him work, her mind replaying the intense fuck session they had just shared.

As Jake packed up his tools, Mollie couldn't shake the feeling that this wouldn't be the last time she'd see him. And as she thought about the possibility of another raunchy encounter with this handsome handyman, she felt her pussy getting wet all over again.