Day five of our time-share resort vacation began when Jack left for the golf course on the far side of the resort. Shortly after Jack left, I noticed a leak in the cabinet housing the garbage disposal in the kitchen. I called the resort manager and told him about my leak. He said a service employee would be right there to fix it.

I slipped on a loosely buttoned blouse and a pair of blue jeans cutoffs and did not bother putting on any shoes. I waited in the kitchen for the service guy. I was surprised to see how young and good-looking he was when he showed up at my door. His name was Steve. He was over six feet tall, had dark hair, brown eyes, and a nice build. I swear I felt my pussy twitch when he introduced himself and smiled at me.

Steve looked under my sink and concluded the problem was a loose fitting. I bent over next to him as he lay on his back in the confined space and listened as he pointed out the fitting that needed tightening. So absorbed in Steve’s explanation, I was surprised when I looked over at him to find him staring down my blouse at my braless breasts.

I liked that he noticed my tits. My nipples turned hard from his attention. Instead of standing up and putting an end to his view, I leaned over even further and gave him a close shot of my erect nipples that pressed against my blouse.

I could tell by the sound of his voice he was having difficulty concentrating on what he was saying. From how I was leaning, I knew he could look straight down my blouse to my belly button. Just the thought of him admiring my tits was an incredible turn-on for me.

When he scooted out from under the sink to grab a wrench, I scooted in on my hands and knees to get a better view of the leak and to give him a better view of my ass. I knew that all he could see was my ass sticking up in the air and the bottom of my exposed pussy my shorts were no longer covering.

Steve cleared his throat and said, “Uh, you need to come out of there if you want me to fix that leak.”

“Oh, sorry,” I said and put my hand over my mouth to stifle a giggle.

I backed out from under the sink, still on my hands and knees. After my head cleared the sink, I turned around to see I was now eye-level with Steve’s crotch. Just as I suspected, I saw an enormous bulge.

I looked up at his face and saw him blush. I smiled up at him but pretended to ignore his erection. Instead, I extended my hand to him so he could help me to stand.

He helped me up, and I purposefully lost my balance and fell into him. We landed against the kitchen counter, my body now pressed against his. I could feel his raging erection pressing against my pelvis. After staying in that position longer than necessary, I backed away. This time, my bare feet did slip on the cool tile. Not only did I fall back into him, but my body wiggled against him as I struggled to gain my footing.

He grabbed me by the arms to steady me before I went crashing to the floor. The grip of his hands on my bare skin felt good and aroused me more than I already was, and I felt a tingle of excitement shoot through me.

Having saved me from falling on my ass, my body was back on top of his, and he was still holding me. We stood like that for several seconds, staring into one another’s eyes, neither of us saying a word. But I could tell that things were starting to get real between us, especially when he brought his lips to mine and kissed me.

The kiss was gentle at first. When it became more intense, our bodies melded together. Steve slipped his tongue between my lips and probed my mouth. My tongue eagerly found his tongue, and we passionately kissed while standing in the middle of the kitchen.

“This is what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it?” he asked as we broke our kiss for a much-needed breath.

“Am I that obvious?” I asked.

He laughed and kissed me again. We embraced one another with our mouths, lips, and tongues for several minutes. He was an excellent kisser, but I needed more, and I could sense he did as well.

He noticed my wedding ring and asked, “Where’s your husband?”

“He’s playing golf. He likes playing 36 holes. He’ll be gone for hours,” I assured Steve.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Steve asked.

“Down the hall. Follow me,” I said and led the way.

When we entered my bedroom, I got on the bed in a welcoming pose. Steve stood there for a moment, caressing my body with his eyes. Finally, he lay beside me on the bed, both fully clothed. We resumed our kiss where we had left off in the kitchen.

On the bed, our kiss grew more passionate. Steve began to explore my body through my clothes with his hands. I reached out to touch his chest, but he stopped me with his hand and asked me to wait. He wanted to concentrate solely on exploring my body. It was fine by me. So, I lay back and allowed him to continue.

And he continued his slow and methodical exploration of my body. He rubbed his hand up and down my arm, neck, and face. He massaged the side of my neck and face as we continued to probe one another’s mouths with our tongues.

By now, I wanted him to rip my clothes off of me and have hot, wild, unadulterated sex, but I quickly discovered that he was a man who liked to take his time to savor every moment. His hand moved slowly from my face, down my neck, to my breasts.

He cupped my left breast in his hand like a fragile egg. He moved his hand to my other breast and touched it the same way. He worked his way from my breasts down the length of my torso. I was anxiously waiting for him to reach my pussy, but he stopped at the bottom of my blouse, slipped his hand under the material, and worked his way back up to my breasts.

I’m not used to such a slow process, but it was different, and the anticipation turned me on. With the same tenderness, Steve kneaded each breast, moving back and forth from one to the other. His hands were rough from doing manual labor but felt oddly soft against my skin.

He removed his lips from mine to unbutton my blouse and take it off. Lying half-naked before Steve, I watched him as he looked at me with longing and admiration on his face.

His hands returned to my body, and he began to touch me again as he looked in fascination at what his hand was feeling. His hand roamed down my body again to the waistband of my shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties underneath, and I longed for him to slip his hand under and reach for my pussy that was now begging for attention.

But then, he did one better by undoing the button, pulling down the zipper, and tugging my shorts over my hips, down my legs, and from my feet. My body was now completely exposed.

Steve drank in every inch of my body with his appreciative eyes. When his hand finally returned to my body, it felt more electrifying than before. Ooo, I began to shake. I didn’t know how much more of his teasing I could take. I wanted to rip his clothes off and get down to some serious fucking, but on the other hand, I liked the way he was going about this. I knew that I would eventually have his cock inside me.

He propped onto his knees and began to massage me with both of his hands. In a very deliberate manner, he worked them from my head to the ends of my toes. I moaned softly over and over from feeling his hands moving over me. And by now, my pussy was as wet as a Louisiana swamp. I could feel my juices leak from my pussy and trickle between the cheeks of my ass and spotting the sheet beneath my ass.

Each time his hands reached the gap between my thighs, I arched my back and hoped he would do more than lightly touch my labia before moving on. It felt marvelous in its teasing way, but I needed more.

He spent a lot of time with my tits. Seeing how my areolas shriveled and my teats elongated to his touch, he seemed to enjoy playing with my titties like fun toys. He did not know that I can cum from having my nipples played with. It surprised him when my chest lunged upward, and my body jittered and shook. He smiled as he watched me cry in orgasmic bliss.

“Oh, my god, I never imagined a woman could cum from just playing with her nipples,” Steve said with a surprised look on his face.

“Well, you just never been with the right woman, Steve,” I said as my jitters eased.

“You’re amazing! I wonder how many more ways I can make you cum,” Steve said as he reached a hand between my legs.

With the tip of his index finger, he traced my pussy lips with a tenderness that belied the size of his hands. He stroked slowly up one side and down the other side of my labia. He circled his finger around my clit, moving inward but never quite making contact before moving back down the other side.

He teased me repeatedly. I was close to my second orgasm. I knew all he had to do was touch my now red swollen clit, and I would burst. When he suddenly stopped and removed his hand, a whine of disappointment erupted from my lips.

“Quit teasing me,” I begged, yet still letting him have control, even though the sexual frustration coursing through my body was so hard to contain.

He simply looked at me and grinned. But his grin soon vanished, and he began to work his way to the foot of the bed. He repositioned himself with his head between my legs, and his tongue picked up where his finger left off.

In the process of eating my pussy, Steve teased me mercilessly. He lapped up my juices and licked the depths of my pussy like a bear licking honey out of a jar. He slid his tongue down the crack of my ass and reamed my asshole, and let it slide back to my pussy. My entire body trembled, and my hips pumped up and down on the bed. When his tongue dwelled on my clit, my body exploded in a powerful orgasm. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed through me as he continued to suck and fuck me with his tongue.

“OH GOD!” I cried out several times as my orgasmic juice poured into his mouth. It got to the point I could not take anymore, and I tried to back away from his face. But his mouth clung to my pussy, and my orgasm continued until there was nothing left inside of me. I collapsed onto the bed, completely and utterly spent, with my belly aching from the strain.

Steve gently licked up the last of my juices, knowing how sensitive he made me to any touch, and rested his head on my thigh. We stayed in that position for several minutes, with both of us lost in thought about what had just occurred. My head was floating, and my body felt relaxed. I dozed off for a few minutes, then was stirred from my slumber by the feel of him slipping his finger in and out of my soaked pussy.

I looked down at Steve to discover he had removed his clothes during my slumber. As he was gently finger-fucking me with one hand, the other was slowly stroking the length of his fully erect cock.

I could never resist a cock when one is in front of me, which is one of my weaknesses, and the sight of his cock caused instant arousal in me.

His cock was exquisite in my eyes. I needed to touch his cock, to see if it felt as good as it looked. I sat up and reached for it, but he stopped stroking long enough to ease me back onto the pillows. We stared into one another’s eyes as his hands continued to caress us both. I felt torn between my overwhelming desire to take his cock in my mouth and give him as much pleasure as he had given me and the luxurious feeling of being pampered by this man.

I attempted to sit up again, to no avail. After what seemed like an eternity of slow and steady finger-fucking, Steve rose to his knees and straddled my body with his.

Lying beneath him, I was now looking at his magnificently muscular chest and well-toned arms. His legs pushing mine apart were strong and muscular. And there, between my legs, was that beautiful cock of his, the head glistening with pre-cum.

He guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy, but did not enter. Instead, he slid the head of his cock up and down the gully of my slit from my clit to my introitus.

I did not want him to tease me with his cock as he had with his finger and tongue. I needed his cock inside me! I was desperate for him to fuck me, and I needed it now.

Steve sensed my need and decided to stop playing around and slid the tip of his cock into me. It felt as good as I imagined it would. But I needed it all. I begged him with my eyes to give me more, and he eased his cock into me inch by inch.

Once he was fully inside and his balls pressed against my ass, we both let go with moans of satisfaction. He remained still, not moving for several minutes, letting his cock soak inside my pussy. I used the moment to squeeze my vagina around his cock over and over as his cock pulsed inside me. And we used this time to kiss, caress, and smile at each other.

His pumps began so slowly that I could not even see him move, but I could most certainly feel him deep inside me. After a few minutes, he picked up the pace, and our bodies found a mutual rhythm. Knowing he was not a man to rush, I did not push it. He knew just what to do and when and how. He fucked me in ways that resembled my husband’s moves.

And like my husband, Steve picked up the pace as our passion built, and he did it perfectly. He reached down and rubbed my clit with his thumb while he fucked me. It was all I needed to orgasm once again. Having found my spot, he continued to rub my clit while increasing his thrusts.

The firm rubbing and faster thrusts brought me to orgasm several more times, each one stronger than the last. On the brink of yet another orgasm, I felt his cock expand and turn more rigid. I saw the muscles in his chest and arms begin to strain. And I saw the grimace on his face. Knowing what was coming, I begged him to cum inside me.

“Yes, do it! Come on, baby, fill me with your cum.”

We orgasmed at the same time, and our moans of pleasure filled the room. Steve’s hot cum mixed with mine as it filled my pussy. As he called out my name, he shot the last of his cum deep inside me.

Steve’s cock remained deep inside my pussy as he lowered his body down on mine. After many minutes of holding one another, he whispered how wonderful I was and how much he enjoyed being with me.

After we separated and dressed, he fixed the leak under my sink. Then he kissed me one last time before he left less than thirty minutes before my husband walked through that door.

It was the perfect time to pour my husband a drink and tell him all about my naughty day, which I hoped would lead to a well-deserved spanking and a make-up fuck.

To be continued.