I had been separated for a year when he came to my house. I had needed someone to come and fix the broken rail on my deck, my year spent solo highlighting the fact that DIY was not my strong suit... well, outside of the bedroom, at least. I messaged the company advertising their maintenance services and now here he was, knocking on my door.

I let him in and was struck by how attractive I found him, I had felt nothing for anyone since my separation, but there was something about this man, his strong looking arms, the tattoo that covered one of them from shoulder to wrist, brown skin against his black singlet... I found myself staring.

He introduced himself and said before he could start any work he needed to tell me something, he explained that he had spent time in jail, and had been very recently released. He told me that it was up to me if I was happy for him to continue with the work, and that he understood if I'd rather he left, they would send someone else to fix my broken rail. He seemed shy, maybe even embarrassed as he spoke. I closed the door behind us and told him it was fine, I was happy for him to continue the work.

I brushed passed him, we walked outside and I showed him the broken rail on the deck, he clipped his tool belt around his waist and stared at me, my pulse quickened, I said I would make a cup of tea and return.

I couldn't stop thinking about how sexy I found this man, I imagined him touching me, taking me in his big arms and kissing me... I took the tea outside to him. As I handed him the mug our hands touched, the feeling was electric. Again I noticed him staring. I held his gaze, took the mug out of his hand and placed it on the table. I ran my fingers slowly along the back of his hand and up his big arm, tracing his huge tattoo. He slipped his arms around my waist. He leaned forward and kissed me, his kiss surprisingly slow and gentle. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, the kissing getting more passionate, hands exploring each other. I took his hand and lead him inside to my bedroom.

Once inside, he spun me around, pushing me gently against the wall. He unclipped his tool belt and let it fall to the floor, kicking it away. He ran his fingers through my hair before gently pulling it, tilting my head back and kissing me deeply. I groaned, fuck I wanted this man so badly. My hands roamed up and down his thick arms, loving the feel of them as his hands explored my body. He pinned my hands above my head and pulled my t-shirt up over my head, hands on my breasts now, fingers tracing around my hardened nipples, I shuddered, fuck it felt so good having him touch me. I reached down and unbuttoned his shorts, slowly pulling the zip down and tugging them off him. I kneeled down in front of him and took his boxers down, his cock was rock hard. I ran my tongue around his tip, looking up at him as I took him in my mouth, feeling him stiffen even more. He groaned loudly as I slid my lips up and down the length of his cock, fuck he was so hard, I was enjoying my work.

He reached down and took my hand, pulling me up from my knees and lying me down on the bed. He spread my legs apart and lay on top of me, kissing me again before moving his way down my body, licking and sucking my nipples, they were so sensitive by now it made me gasp. He worked his way down, kissing gently as he went. He got to my pussy and spread my lips, slowly licking around my clit and up and down, fuck it felt good, I was so turned on, my clit was swollen, my pussy drenched. He slipped his finger inside me and groaned "fuck you're so wet, you feel amazing" "no, what you're doing feels amazing, please don't stop" he carried on sliding his finger in and out of me, his rhythmic licking on my clit getting firmer and a little faster now, bringing me closer to cumming. He reached up and squeezed my nipple, licking at the same pace, I felt the pressure build and I was at the edge of cumming "oh fuck I'm going to cum, please please don't stop!" His pace and pressure on my clit continued and I exploded into orgasm, gripping his arms and grinding my pussy into his face. "Please fuck me, please" I needed to feel his hard cock in me. He came up and kissed me, I could taste my juices on him. He took his hard cock and rubbed it along my soaking wet pussy before slowly pushing it inside, fuck, it was indescribably good. He pinned my right leg back and fucked me, slowly, gently at first, kissing me. I groaned, he felt amazing. He started thrusting harder, fucking me like it was what he'd been wanting for years, working out the frustration he'd been feeling since being put away. He slowed down, stopped, "can I fuck you from behind please?" Omg yes you can... he stood at the side of the bed and I turned around. He pushed his cock inside me and I groaned loudly, I grabbed my vibrator from the side of my bed "do you mind if I use this?" "No... please do" I turned it on and placed it on my clit. He slid his cock in and out, slowly, like he instinctively knew exactly how I loved to be fucked this way. I moaned, I wasn't going to last long if he kept that same rhythm going, I could feel my orgasm building already "oh fuck, oh fuck I'm going to cum again" my pussy clenched around his cock as I came hard, he groaned and his thrusting got faster, harder, until he gripped my ass hard and he came, groaning, panting.

We collapsed on the bed, both breathless, his arm draped across my back. We stared at each other, both smiling, both grateful for the release we had given each other.