Note: This story was previously published under the title Seducing The Handyman.
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Emilio is the new handyman in town. He gets a call to Cassandra Gibbins' house and goes, despite the rumours he's heard about her. When he arrives, though, he's thrust into a sexual, voyeuristic oddysey. And what's worse, he doesn't know if he can resist it any longer!
Warning: This 6,100-word erotica story contains explicit descriptions of sexy scenes. For a mature audience only.
"Emilio?" he heard her say. "Is something wrong?"
"No Cassandra, nothing wrong," he replied, feeling extremely awkward.
"Why are you looking away?" she asked him.
"I ... I just wanted to give you your privacy," he said.
"Well, I don't mind it when people look at me, Emilio. In fact, I find it somewhat insulting when they do look away, as though I'm ugly or something. Do you think I'm ugly?"
Emilio felt put on the spot, but he had to answer.
"No, I don't think you're ugly Cassandra," he said.
"Well then, look at me," she instructed. He reluctantly lifted his head and brought his eyes to hers. In his peripheral vision he could see her glistening body, the water from the shower head spraying down behind her.
"There, now that's not so bad, is it?" she asked him.
"No," Emilio said. He could feel his heart hammering inside his chest. Cassandra glanced down at Emilio's hand.
"Mind if I have that now?" she asked him. He realized he was still holding the loufa and he thrust his hand out to give it to her, feeling sheepish. She took it and turned to put it under the running water. Emilio glanced down and saw her firm backside perched atop her longs legs.
"Thanks," she said with her back turned. "I appreciate it."
"You're welcome," he said, taking a step back. "Well, I suppose -"
"Actually, can you do me one more favour?" she asked, cutting him off. Emilio stopped in his tracks and looked at her.
"What's that?" he asked. She turned back around to face him.
"Well, I often have such a hard time washing my back with these things," she said, indicating the loufa. "Would you mind just going over my back please? And then that's it, then you can leave."
Emilio set his jaw as he looked down at the loufa in her hand. He knew he shouldn't stay, that what was happening was wrong and unprofessional. But he didn't want to make a bad impression with this woman, especially since she gave the company so much business. After a few moments of hesitation, he reached his hand out and grabbed the loufa.