She heard him calling her name and despite her best effort, the butterflies in her stomach took flight. Three weeks he’d been around with his college-aged painting crew and though she usually enjoyed the solitude of her home, this summer company had been a stimulating addition to her life.
“UPS brought this for you.” They met in the hallway, he making his way in from outside, she walking quickly towards him from the kitchen. No shirt on, just a spattered pair of painter’s pants, he glistened with his work and his smile lit up the windowless corridor. From his smooth shoulders, the curve of his biceps rose as he lifted the package for her inspection.
“Something from Prague,” he smiled. Danny knew that Mr. Sexton was away for the month working on a very big deal. They had met in the late spring and immediately hit it off, the homeowner seeing something of himself in the young entrepreneur. Mr. Sexton had driven a hard bargain, getting Danny and his crew to finish the antique colonial in just three weeks: today was their last day.
“Thank you, Danny. Do you want something to drink” she said taking the package from him and inspecting the label, smiling slightly and confirming that indeed it was from her husband.
“Maybe in a bit, just have a little more to do on the porch.” Again, a flash of his teeth and the little upturn of his full lips were like a warm hand pressed against her delicious places. A little breathless, she watched him longer than a polite person should have, admiring the hair curling down his neck, his broad back, and the wonderful ass powering him back to work.
Rebecca Sexton had secrets. A regular in the Fairfield County social scene, her charity work, thriving design firm, and love of art gave no indication of her more scandalous interests. A “Libertine,” her desires did not keep her in the confines of marriage. Instead, she indulged them and enthusiastically shared them with her husband Desmond. Like the thrill of her little Danny “interactions” over the course of the painting job, the anticipation she felt each morning, waiting for the rumble of his truck to come up the driveway. And the way that, more than once, she’d let her fingers and imagination explore what a private moment with Danny might be like.
In the kitchen, she opened the package. Wrapped in pink glossy paper with black lace ribbon was a gift from Desmond. Attached to the ribbon was a note in his strong, forward-leaning cursive, “Do me a favor, put this on and get off.” She laughed out loud and sat down at her butcher block table, her eyes drifting to the window that opened out to the sweep of the back porch and the small orchard in the distance.
Across the lawn, in the fading light, the crew busied themselves with packing up the job. As she watched them, Rebecca wondered again if Danny made his hires based solely on their looks, though she had no complaints about their skill. The house was beautiful and so were the sights around it for the past three weeks.
“Nothing like a dozen strapping, half-naked men to liven things up,” she thought.
She undid the ribbon, neatly unwrapped the box and opened it. Her husband’s naughty streak was equal to her own and she could only imagine what a few hours shopping in Prague might produce. Under the box cover, she found out. A simple, black, finely-meshed corset with satin-covered vertical ribs spaced a few inches apart. In the back, it tied with a silk ribbon, and four straps dangled for the filmy stockings that lay at the bottom of the box. A smile spread over her face. Rebecca was not a snob but she loved finely made things. This was perfection: simple, beautiful and so sexy, she wanted to put it on immediately, to feel it against her skin, to look at that part of herself that had been so unsatisfied these past few weeks.
As she held it out admiringly, movement in the window interrupted her reverie. She looked out and saw two of the crewmen sheepishly picking up a ladder that rested below the kitchen window. Dropping the corset back into the box, the lady of the house looked back up at the workmen and found herself laughing when they both met her gaze with a smile of approval.
“It’s not for me,” she said through the window.
“Too bad,” laughed the tall one, “that’d be something to see.”
Her laughter trailed off and the butterflies came back as the men continued looking at her for a scrumptious moment before walking the ladder towards the driveway.
Her eyes fell to the box, she felt the heat between her thighs and imagined a young cock inside her. Her hands reached for the corset, fingertips tracing the seductive texture, her mind dipping into the river of her sensuality.
Through the window above the front door, Danny was distracted by the scene in the kitchen. For three weeks, he’d been walking around with a hard-on for Mrs. Sexton and the thought of her in the corset made his head spin.
She got up from the table, taking the box with her and walked purposefully back to the master bedroom. From outside, Danny followed her progress outside and around the 18th century home. When one of his crew asked him where he was going, Danny said nothing, just smiled and picked up his pace. They’d talked about something like this over the course of the entire job.
Inside the big, white bedroom, Rebecca wasted no time, kicking off her mules and shimmying out of the flowered sundress she’d picked out because of its low neckline. The lacy bra was next and her boy shorts. Naked she stood at the end of the bed feeling the delicious awakening of her pussy. Fighting the impulse to touch herself now and rush through an orgasm, she walked to the package on the bed and pulled out the corset.
Outside, Danny pressed himself against the wall and peeked through the French doors that led off the master bedroom and onto the patio. Rebeccas’s toned ass and smooth sex greeted his gaze as she bent over to step into the corset, pulling it over her hips and just under her rising breasts. Unconsciously, his hand pressed his erection against his thigh.
With both stockings on, Rebecca stepped to the full-length mirror beside her armoire. Admiring the stunning marriage of her husband’s taste and her own fit body, she added a black choker with a ruby. Again, she looked in the mirror and thrilled at the image. Rebecca loved who she was, there was no false modesty, no wishing to be something else.
Opening the armoire, she reached up and grabbed her vibrator.
As she turned to the bed, she thought she caught something at the window. Was someone watching? Pausing in the middle of the room, she strained to listen, her pulse quickening and pussy throbbing. The thought of her college boys taking in this scene was enough to make her lose it. But it scared her too. Rebecca certainly was wild but every girl has her limits. It occurred to her that maybe what really scared her was how far hers seemed to go.
Tentatively, she walked to the French doors, holding the toy at her side like a weapon, her silky feet sinking into the ample cushion of her carpet. At the window, she looked left and right but saw nothing.
Slightly disappointed, she made her way to the bed and lifted herself up onto the duvet, falling back into the mass of pillows, her legs falling open to the window across the room.
Peeking above the sill, the “ladder boys” from the kitchen had caught on to Danny’s show and after finding him at the French doors, moved around to the other side of the bedroom. Now, they had an unobstructed view as Mrs. Sexton brought her humming vibrator down and around her prominent clit. Their hands reached for stiffening cocks as her hips lifted and swayed off the bed.
Their boss had seen too much. Danny left his post at the French doors and trotted back to the front porch, his erection rubbing sinfully with every step. From the corner of his eye, he could see his crew gravitating towards the master bedroom. Word was out, something was up.
One hand pulling on her nipples, Rebecca’s other hand worked the vibrator. She thought of Danny’s tongue down there, she tried to hold off her imagination from sliding his excitement into hers.
Was that the front door? Her head lifted from the pillows. Again, was there someone at the window, this time across from the bed? As good as she felt, curiosity pulled Rebecca back across the room. Craning her neck, she couldn’t see anything at either side of the window or down below. Twilight was coming on fast.
Danny slipped his boots off in the kitchen and tiptoed down the hallway to the master bedroom. His skin was covered in goosebumps, his dick stuck out over the top of his pants. His hunger for the woman at the end of the hall was like an iron hook stuck in Danny’s chest. There was no way he could get out of what was pulling him towards her.
