A Hot Sex Story about a Cute Fix-It Guy
"Open Invitation," a Dirty Martini story by Emerald
Coming to Bed, by Mick Payton (prints available at ObessionArt.com)The expected knock came at the door, and Gina pushed the “break” button on the computer screen and ran from the bedroom to answer it. The apartment complex was having renovations to each individual apartment done, and she had received written notice a few days ago that the contractors would be starting on her building this week.
She pulled the door open. A young man with roguish blue eyes and a blond goatee stood in a customary dark blue maintenance uniform. His eyes flicked up and down Gina’s short, black satin robe and bare legs, and he grinned.
“Hi,” he said, his jaw flexing as he shifted the gum in his mouth. “I’m here to install the new thermostat in your apartment.”
“Of course,” Gina said, stepping back to let him in. “Come in.”
He stepped past her, loaded down with tools and equipment, and Gina returned the once-over he’d bestowed upon her as he walked across the living room. She closed the door.
“So you live here by yourself?” he began conversationally as he unlocked the utility closet at the far side of the room.
“Yes. I’m actually working right now, so I’m about to head back to continue that. I’m Gina, by the way. Is everything moved out of your way?”
He turned from the utility closet and looked her up and down again. “Yeah, no problem. I’m Ben. You work at home?”
“I do,” she said briskly. She didn’t mind conversing, but she was still on the clock and needed to get back to work.
“What do you do?”
“I’m a webcam model.”
Ben turned and stared at her, and Gina smiled. It wasn’t unusual for people to seem surprised when she disclosed her line of work—some seemed to expect her to want to keep it a secret or something—and she was usually glad to field questions, but she had to get back to work. “I have to run now though. Thanks,” she called over her shoulder as she headed down the hallway.
Ben was cute—temptingly so. A few years ago she would likely have already hit on him and preferably been mid-fuck by now. But that was then. Gina turned her focus back to work, choosing to not dwell on any of the other reasons she might not be interested in engaging with Ben right now.
She closed the bedroom door and re-donned the silver negligee and g-string. Stepping back into her heels, she reached for the laptop and clicked the “break” button again, turning the webcam and microphone back on.
A list of viewers came up in the box next to her cam view, and she laughed and chatted flirtatiously until the “Private” indicator came on, indicating someone had paid for a show.
It was screen name “doug1763,” one of her regulars, and she smiled. Doug knew just what she liked, and vice versa. Gina greeted him and lay back against the pillows, running a hand slowly down the satin covering her body. She winked at the camera before flicking her eyes to the response he typed in the text box.
She flipped over and rose to her knees, peeling off her negligee with her ass to the camera. Looking back over her shoulder, Gina giggled at the approving message on the screen. She shook her ass a bit and turned back around. Doug started typing dirty, which he knew she loved, as Gina spread her legs and dropped her hand between them. She watched the screen as he called her a slut and a dirty whore and told her to get on her knees and suck his cock. Gina moaned and worked her clit expertly.
She soon came with a scream reading Doug’s “Suck my cock, you dirty little slut” message, and as she caught her breath, she smiled into the camera. Doug typed a message of characteristic flattery, and she said out loud, “Ready to see it again?”
Gina reached down and fingered her cunt again, bringing forth another orgasm in about a minute. This time she squirted, as she did with the next a few minutes later. She looked at the text box and smiled at Doug’s enthusiastic description of his own orgasm. He thanked her, and Gina smiled and waved as he signed out, then pulled her g-string and negligee back on before her cam returned to the public viewing area.
Two more shows came in quick succession. Both were with new customers, and Gina chatted and laughed and stripped and came for each. Though each show she did was different, ultimately, Gina knew exactly how to produce what her customers were paying to see. Sometimes they contributed to her enjoyment, but she was well versed in inducing what her job called for even if such provocation was absent. She knew how to make herself come and exactly when it was going to happen. If she wanted to slow it down, she could; if she wanted to come quickly, no problem. Gina had long ago mastered the art of self-induced orgasm.
She glanced at the clock as a show ended and saw that her shift was up. Gina blew a kiss to the camera as she announced her imminent departure to the public viewers and signed out.
She grabbed her robe in case any of the renovations crew was still in her apartment and emerged from the bedroom. When she entered the living room she saw that Ben was indeed still there, kneeling in front of the furnace, wielding a wrench, and covered in dust. He heard her and turned.
“Hi there. Still working?”
“No, done for the day,” Gina answered.
Ben nodded, giving his gum a slow chomp as his eyes ran down her legs. He turned back to the furnace. “Good day?”
“Not bad,” she said.
“Sounded like you were having fun.”
“Oh, you could hear me?” Gina flushed a bit.
Ben turned back to her. “Uh, yeah.”
Gina laughed a bit self-consciously at his impish tone. “I work with a mic, so it isn’t always quiet.”
Ben pocketed his wrench. As he passed by to examine the thermostat, he glanced her way and said, “Something tells me it wouldn’t be very quiet whether you worked with a mic or not.”
Gina blinked, surprised by his directness. She noticed, also, that it turned her on, but recalled quickly that she wasn’t looking for any such involvement right now. She and Jeff had only broken up three weeks ago. A casual fuck was one thing, but frankly the breakup had been intense, and Gina wasn’t even sure she felt up to that right now.
Silently, she sent this reminder to her pussy, which seemed to have forgotten.
“Is that your boyfriend in the pictures over there?”
Gina looked up, startled by the relation of the question to her thoughts. Ben nodded at the pictures. Her eyes followed, and she was silent for a moment. When she didn’t answer, Ben gave her a glance over his shoulder.
“No,” she said. Ben continued to look at her. “Recent ex.” Gina stood up, ready to drop the subject. “I’m going to take a shower," she said, effectively closing the conversation. "You don’t need anything from me, do you?”
Ben flicked his gaze over her body and up to her eyes. After a slight pause that Gina knew was deliberate, he said with a sly smile, “Nope. Go right ahead.”
Gina scurried away from his twinkling blue eyes and shut the bathroom door behind her. Her thoughts were on Jeff as she dropped her robe and lingerie to the floor, feeling the pull of sadness as she turned on the shower. They were through, she knew, and she was perfectly free to do whatever she wanted. But fucking someone else felt like a finality somehow, an acknowledgment that she and Jeff were really done. It was an acknowledgment she didn't feel ready for yet.
Gina stepped into the shower, melancholy washing over her like the steady rush of warm water. She breathed deeply and took her time running her soapy hands over her skin. When she finally turned off the tap, Gina guessed Ben and any other of the maintenance crew would be gone, though she had no idea how long the renovations were supposed to take. Just in case, she wrapped a towel around herself before opening the door.
Ben stood in the hallway, examining the fuse box.
“Oh—excuse me,” she said in surprise.
He turned to her. “Excuse me.” Gallantly he stepped aside, and Gina caught her breath as she slid past him to the bedroom. He made no secret of checking her out as she did.
Gina frowned internally at the insistent response from her pussy. Flustered, she crossed the threshold and shut the bedroom door. It was funny—back when she would have jumped Ben without hesitation, she wouldn’t have felt shy or embarrassed at all in this situation. It was as though not initiating sex felt awkward to her. What did one do, instead, in the face of such attraction and no clear reason not to act on it?
Gina put her clothes on with a certain firmness, as though they served as literally another layer of self-control. When she reemerged from the bedroom Ben was back in the living room, crouching in front of the utility closet.
He gave his screwdriver a twirl. Gina studied him, wondering how old he was. She would guess mid-twenties. She smiled to herself as she remembered her own mid-twenties and imagined how thrilled she would have been then with an opportunity like Ben showing up at her door.
Ben stood up and returned to the thermostat. He tinkered with it for a bit and returned to the furnace as she watched him.
“You’re my last apartment today,” he commented.
“You don’t say.” Gina pulled her concentration back to the present.
“Yep. I get off at four.”
Gina took a deep breath as he stood up and turned back to her, leaning against the wall and folding his arms.
“So what are you doing tonight after I get off work?”
Gina laughed politely. “Ben,” she started. She paused. “You know, it’s funny. A few years ago, I can assure you I would have hit on you already. While being cognizant of the fact that you were working, of course, and not wanting you to feel uncomfortable, I would have asked you to fuck me the second you were done with whatever it is you’re doing with that thermostat there.”
Ben’s gaze penetrated hers. “I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.”
Gina smiled and looked down.
He continued. “So why aren’t you doing that now?”
“Things are different now.”
“Then why’d you mention it?”
The question caught her off guard. Gina looked up and met Ben’s teasing expression.
“I don’t know. Why not?”
“I just wonder why you’d say something like that if you weren’t thinking you wanted it now.”
Gina noted to herself that she had said nothing about not actually wanting it now. Mercifully, she managed to bite her tongue before that slipped out of her mouth into the room.
Ben turned to put some things back together on the furnace as she remained silent. Then he closed and locked the utility closet.
“All finished,” he said with a wink. His gaze locked with hers as he stood for a moment before beginning to gather his tools.
Gina noticed she was a little out of breath. She cleared her throat. “Well thanks,” she said. “It was nice meeting you.”
Ben finished collecting his equipment and walked to within a foot of her. His blue eyes shot into hers like lasers. Gina nearly trembled at his proximity as heat fired in her core, threatening to physically push her closer to him. She swallowed.
He spoke. “I’m off work as soon as I walk out of here. You want me to come back up here and fuck you after I drop everything off?”
Gina’s legs seemed to melt a little beneath her. She had almost forgotten why she would possibly say no to such an offer. Her body was going against her, its unreserved interest pulsating from her pussy as she stared at him. “Uh—" she almost panicked, aware that Ben would use any hesitation he sensed in pursuit of what he was after. She gathered herself and cleared her throat. “No, thank you,” she said, smiling. “Have a good day.”
Ben’s mischievous eyes gave her one more once-over as he took a step back and smiled. “I’ll be finishing the rest of your floor tomorrow. Let me know if you change your mind.”
Gina swallowed again and led him to the door, waving goodbye and locking it firmly behind him.
***
Gina wasn’t working the next day, and she found herself recalling with inconvenient frequency that Ben was somewhere on her floor throughout the day. Late in the afternoon she decided to go to the store. At a little after 4:00 p.m. she grabbed her keys and yanked open the door, telling herself she wasn’t leaving at this particular time because she was trying to run into Ben. She just needed to go to the store.
She inserted the key to lock the door behind her, and froze as an arm suddenly snaked around her waist from behind.
“Looking for me?” The voice was low, but the pressure of him from behind was far from subtle. Gina caught her breath as her body responded beyond her control to the feel of his hot breath against her skin. She didn’t answer.
Ben’s quiet voice continued in her ear. “I think maybe you were. I’d bet you’re just about ready to admit how much you want to be fucked hard. You probably knew how much I wanted to fuck you all day yesterday when you were in your bedroom naked and screaming and coming over and over again, knowing I was in the next room listening with a hard cock and holding myself back from barging in and fucking you right then.”
Despite her physical response, some of Gina’s resolve returned. “What if I say no?” The truth was, that word was nowhere near what she wanted to say, but she felt like rebelling a little against his aggression. She really was curious what he would say if she continued to put him off.
“Then you say no. But I don’t think you want to.” Ben’s hand pushed between their bodies and squeezed her ass as he dipped his head and lightly bit her neck.
Gina sucked in a breath. She jammed the key in the door, her body making the decision for her. At this point, she was far beyond no.
Ben closed the door behind them, already pulling at her shirt. Gina shrugged it the rest of the way off as he gripped her hair and kissed her neck roughly, nudging her toward the bedroom. Their clothes were off by the time they reached it.
“This time when I hear you scream, it’s going to be because of me,” Ben hissed in her ear as he shoved her onto the bed. Gina caught her breath as he pushed on top of her, kissing her aggressively. He ran a hand roughly through her hair, and Gina knew she was so wet she could take him easily right then. Automatically she moved her hand to her pussy.
Ben grabbed her wrist. Her eyes were closed, and they opened at the force of his grip.
“No way,” Ben said. “You’re not doing it to yourself this time. I’m the one that gets to have that fun.”
Gina blinked. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had an orgasm brought on by someone else. She and Jeff hadn’t had sex much the last several months they’d been together, and when they had, he had usually seemed content to let Gina take care of herself. Of course, she certainly wasn’t short on getting off and hadn’t particularly felt she was missing out. What difference did it make whether she did it to herself or not?
Ben shoved her up on the bed and moved down between her legs. Gina almost laughed. It had been so long since someone had gone down on her it seemed like some sort of absurd luxury, and she almost stopped him.
As she started to speak, however, Ben looked up at her, and she saw in the hard look in his eyes that he wasn’t open to argument. Gina felt the responsive heat low in her belly and dropped her head back as Ben dove into her pussy and started licking. He used his tongue solidly, and within moments Gina was so turned on she felt almost lightheaded. She was ready to come, and unconsciously her hand slid across her thigh toward her pussy.
Her attention was abruptly jolted when she felt Ben’s not-so-gentle grip around her wrist again.
“Sweetheart, I’ll tie you up if I have to.” The voice matched the feel of his grip. “This isn’t your job this time. Your pussy’s mine until I’m done with it. Got it?"
The words made her shiver as arousal shot straight to the part of her anatomy he had just referenced. Ben gripped her hips and worked his tongue tirelessly, her body twisting and shoving and trying to manipulate. She was past wanting to come and knew she could make her herself do so in seconds. As she squirmed, Ben held her hips and lifted his head to give her a look. She realized as she met his steel gaze that he wasn’t going to let her help at all.
With a sigh, Gina leaned back and rested her arms on the pillow above her head in an effort to keep them from unthinkingly straying again. Then she took a deep breath, consciously dropped all effort, and let him take over.
It felt strange as her body relaxed. Almost immediately a tension she hadn’t known was there seemed to release. The sensation of pleasure from her pussy magnified.
“Oh,” she said. Gina’s eyes widened as her experience shifted right in front of her. She didn’t have to work at anything—performance was not her responsibility right now. The sensation in her body expanded as though from a narrow, focused laser to a sheet of shimmering bliss covering her entire form.
A soft moan slipped from her throat. She had all but forgotten that sensation—not coming and not trying to come. Just pure stimulation.
Gina breathed deeply and cried out suddenly as she came, her eyes widening as she realized she hadn’t even known she was going to. Her wails pulsated from her as her body contracted beyond her control, Ben’s tongue still on her pussy as she gripped the pillow above her head.
Her fingers loosened as the climax receded, her body pinging with ecstatic energy. Ben rose to his knees and gave her a little smile.
“That's better,” he said as he reached for his pants, pulling a condom out of the back pocket. He ripped it open and rolled it over his cock as Gina lay still, breathless and incoherent.
Positioning himself above her, Ben rammed into her. Gina screamed as fire exploded in her core. He pounded and she took it gleefully, a feeling of euphoria overtaking her in the face of this relinquishment of all control, even over her own pleasure. She almost laughed as she wondered when that feeling had become so foreign.
Ben pulled out and turned her over, and Gina rose eagerly to her hands and knees as he reached under her and pressed his fingers against her clit as he took her from behind. She came again without warning, screaming ecstatically as Ben gripped her shoulder and slammed into her, grunting soon as he climaxed himself.
Gina flopped forward onto the bed and rolled over, sweating, panting, and seeing stars. Ben’s grin was impish as he winked at her and hoisted himself off the bed. As he located his clothes Gina caught her breath, her vision still a bit fuzzy.
“Thanks,” she managed finally.
Ben grinned again. “My pleasure.” He pulled her up and looked her up and down as she stood before him, naked. “I’m glad I got to take over your job for a day.”
Gina’s laugh was breathless. “Yeah,” she agreed as she watched him buckle his belt. Her laughter faded as her attention moved inward. She was barely aware she spoke out loud when she said, “Me too.”
After a moment her face cleared, and she smiled at him. “It was certainly a memorable day off.”
Ben finished dressing and gave her a now-familiar once-over before meeting her eyes. “Well, I’ll be working in your building for at least the next two weeks.” His cobalt gaze penetrated hers. “Consider it an open invitation.”
Originally published September 2010