Fun with the Tradie

Wendy run a thumb over her clit, her thoughts wandering back to the stripper at her sister’s hen’s party the night before.

Damn he was hot. Broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and those baby blue eyes that just made her swoon. He’d turned up dressed as a tradie, complete with tool belt and rubber tools, and had wasted no time getting to work, setting the music going, dancing around the room between the women while we scurried for seats that would ensure a good view.

Her sister had turned off the lights, and turned on a portable karaoke player it’s flashing coloured lights adding to the atmosphere as he gyrated his hips in time to the music, peeling off his jacket first, to reveal that toned chest, covered only by the straps of the suspenders holding up his trousers.

Wendy spread her legs to slide her fingers across her slit, already moist at the memory of him removing his clothes, piece by piece, until only his boxers remained.

Sitting up the back she’d spread her legs then, too, stroking herself as she watched him, holding his gaze when his eyes met hers.

She slid two fingers inside her pussy, already wet at the thought of what could’ve happened.

The other women had been far too mesmerised by the tent in his shorts to take any notice of Wendy, and she’d made the most of it, licking and biting her lips suggestively as she stroked herself.

God. If only she’d been able to grab his number afterwards, but every woman in the room had mobbed him, and he’d ran out the door before she got anywhere close.

She rubbed her clit harder, pleasure spiralling in her groin. It snaked up her spine, building to an orgasm.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK.

Shit!

She sat bolt upright in bed, heart pounding. Pulling on a dressing gown she peered out the window to see a dual-cab ute, ‘Randall’s Renovations’ emblazoned across the side.

Another knock had her pulling on the previous days jeans and t-shirt as she scurried to get dressed.

“Coming!” she called, pulling a brush through her hair, and pulling it back into a pony tail.

“So sorry,” she blurted as she opened the door. “I completely forgot — ” She gaze landed on baby blue eyes, broad shoulders covered in a checked shirt, the sleeves rolled part-way up his forearms.

Her mouth dropped open. “You’re a real tradie?”

He grinned, dimples showing in his cheeks. “You were at the party last night, right?”

She nodded, her mind taking far too long to accept this was the very man she’d just been fantasising over.

“You put on a hell of a show.” He smirked. “Almost made me wonder who the entertainment was.”

She grinned. “Can’t let the women have all fun. You need to have a good time, too.”

“Oh, I had a good time all right.” He leaned on the door frame, and she caught a whiff of his aftershave. “Best hen’s party I’ve ever been to.”

His gaze roved over her body, and she wished she’d left on her dressing gown, instead of dressing in yesterday’s crumpled clothes.

She leaned in close, and ran a finger down his shirt. “I don’t suppose you’ve got time for some fun before you get started.”

“There’s always time for fun.” His voice was husky, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

She pushed herself up on tiptoes and cupped his cheek, letting her thumb brush across his bristles. “Glad to hear it.” She pressed her lips against his, gently at first, then with growing intensity, slipping her tongue between his lips to taste him. “Shall we find somewhere more comfortable?”

“Wherever you like.”

He kicked off his boots and she led him back through the house to her bedroom, where she undid the buttons of his shirt, planting her hands on the bare muscles beneath.

“I’ve been fantasising about doing this all night.” She kissed him again, then kissed her way down his chest as she fumbled with his belt. “And I’ve been dreaming of this.”

She released his cock, bigger even than the bulge in his pants suggested. “Shame you didn’t get to show this big boy.” She wrapped her hand around it, loving with way it pulsed under her touch.

“That’s extra. The bridesmaids didn’t want to pay.”

“Ha.” Wendy laughed. “That sounds like my sister’s friends. If I’d known I would’ve chucked in extra.” She licked from base to tip and back again, then wrapped her mouth around the head. His groans spurred her on, and she fondled his sack while she bobbed up and down, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could.

“Damn, that feels good.” He ran his fingers through her hair, just resting them, and she opened her throat to take him deeper, a thrill running through her body as his cock twitched in her mouth and a load of creamy come filled her throat.

She sucked him a few more times, but he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to stand. “That was hot, but now it’s your turn.”

She grinned, slipping out of yesterday’s jeans and pulling her top over her head. She lay on the bed while he stripped, doing a little dance as he dropped his shirt from his shoulders. “Can’t do the same with the jeans,” he said, referring to the trousers he’d ripped off the night before.

“Shame.” She arched an eyebrow. “I’d like to see that up close and personal.”

“Maybe I’ll have to give you a private demonstration sometime?”

“Mmm…” She licked her lips. “Now that would be hot.”

Clothes off he climbed onto the bed to straddle her, kissing her lips, her chin, her throat. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs grazing her nipples as he nudged his knee between her legs.

She ran her fingers through his hair, and down his neck, scraping her fingernails lightly across his back as his mouth closed over one nipple, tongue flicking and circling.

It had been far too long since she’d had a good fuck, this whole experience was making her light-headed.

He kissed lower, across her stomach to her hips, his nose nudging her clit as she spread her legs wide.

“You’re wet.” He slid a finger across her folds, easing first one and then two fingers inside.

“Like I said, you’ve kept me entertained all night long, and this morning.” She grinned as he lowered his mouth to her clit, her smile turning to an ‘O’ as he gently sucked it inside.

She grabbed the rails of the headboard behind her as his fingers stroked inside and his mouth stroked her outsides, an orgasm rattling through her body in no time.

“Fuck.” She groaned as she came, arching her back so her pussy was just at that right angle for his mouth. “God, I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast.”

“That’s what a morning fantasising about me will do to a woman.” He wiggled his brows at her.

She laughed. “And what about a morning spent with you?” she asked.

“I guess we’ll just have to continue here and see.” He crawled back up her body, the tip of his cock brushing against her cleft and sending more sparks of pleasure zapping across her skin.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling them tighter as he slid inside, his cock filling her in ways she hadn’t been filled in a long time.

“That’s so good.” She groaned.

“I’m glad.” He arched his back to suck on her nipples as he began to move in and out.

Her last orgasm had barely settled and now another one built as they moved together, her meeting him thrust for thrust until he was pounding deeper and deeper inside and she was aware of nothing else but the feel of him on her and in her.

“Oh my God!” She called as she came again, and he withdrew, leaving a sticky white trail over her stomach and breasts.

He collapsed onto the bed next to her. “Fuck.” He panted. “Now that was hot.”

“I’ll say.” She pressed her lips against his again.

“Now, what exactly did you want me to work on today?”

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