I had a short love affair with Jack, my favorite self-pleasuring tool. But Jack is limited, being a tool, and so this woman is desperately in need of a real man. I pride myself in being a self-sustaining woman, since my divorce. I didn’t need a man, I had Jack. But Jack couldn’t fix a garage door and he certainly couldn’t fix a broken garbage disposal.
I thought about my next door neighbor, Alex, who had recently come to my rescue and fixed my damaged garage door after I accidentally backed into it. I had only met Alex once, since moving into the neighborhood about six months ago, and that meeting was a “meet and greet” out by the street-side mailbox.
I knocked on my neighbor’s door. I nervously hoped he didn’t think I was being a constant bother, asking for his help. He had done such a great job on the garage door that I thought I’d try my luck again. The door opened and it was Jack’s wife, Linda. She was bright and cheerful, almost too cheerful if you have ever met such a person. Linda invited me, but I didn’t feel comfortable since my visit was unannounced.
“Actually,” I pleaded, “My garbage disposal won’t work and I was wondering if Alex knew anything about garbage disposals.”
Linda was not only cheerful but probably a bit naïve.
“Oh yeah,” she replied, “I’ll send him right over.”
It was a Saturday morning and I apologized for asking for help on what appeared to be a lovely day to do anything but work on a garbage disposal. Linda said she was heading off to go shopping and that she was sure Alex would be glad to do anything but accompany her.
“He’s a typical guy,” Linda remarked, “He will do absolutely anything to get out of grocery shopping!”
“Anything” really sounded good to me. I thanked Linda and headed back next door to await my stand-in plumber.
A few minutes later and there was a knock at my front door.
Alex was a welcome sight.
“How is the garage door?” He asked.
“It works great,” I responded, “thanks to you!”
“So what needs fixing now?” Alex asked as he stepped past my open door and into my living room.
Alex was a hunk. I mean a real hunk. He obviously worked out quite a bit. He had tight biceps and his t-shirt (which was probably about two sizes too small) hugged his body in a most sinful way. I took in a deep breath and forcibly exhaled as I explained that it was my garbage disposal that was broken. Alex followed me into the kitchen. He flipped on the switch and nothing happened.
I stood back and watched as he peered under my sink. He slipped his fingers into a front pocket of his jeans and fished out a little wrench. He worked the wrench into a slot under the garbage disposal and turned the wrench.
“Try it now,” Alex remarked. I stepped right next to him as he knelt on the floor next to me, peering under the sink. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder and flipped the switch.
Nothing happened.
“Turn it off and back on again,” Alex instructed.
I did as he suggested while he peered under the sink.
Nothing happened.
Alex looked up at me.
“I think the motor is burned out,” Alex reported. “I can run up to Home Depot and get one.”
“How much are they?” I asked.
“About eighty bucks,” Alex responded. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll put it on my credit card and you can pay when I get back.”
I assured Alex he didn’t have to put himself out.
“No,” He interrupted, “the pleasure is all mine.”
I couldn’t turn down such a sweet offer. Alex said it would only take him about twenty minutes to run up to the Home Depot.
“Fine,” I replied, “I’ve got to take a quick shower anyways, so this is perfect.”
Alex made his way back to the front door.
“I’ll leave the door open for you,” I remarked.
“Ok,” Alex replied. “I’ll have it up and working within the hour.”
I liked the fact that I had a handyman living right next door and I really liked just how affable and very good looking he was.
I slipped into the shower. The hot water felt good. My pussy ached. I was horny as hell. Jack just wasn’t going to get things accomplished so I thought about Alex.
I stepped from the shower and wrapped the bath towel around my body. I peered into the kitchen. Alex was on his back, his upper torso positioned under my kitchen sink, his lower torso and legs spread out in front of me.
I stepped over closer, squatted down and asked, “How is it going?”
Alex jumped at the sound of my unexpected question.
“I’m disconnecting the old one,” he replied, looking my way.
‘Let me know if you need any help,” I replied.
‘Hang around and I’ll make a plumber’s helper out of you,” Alex responded.
Oh, my Gawd! I watched as his biceps tightened as he worked with another large wrench under my kitchen sink. I found myself taking in the entire length of his body as it lay out before me.
“Can I watch?” I pressed.
“Sure,” Alex responded.
I slipped onto all fours next to Alex and peered up under the sink. I had no idea what I was looking at, but I really didn’t care, just so long as I was next to him. Even though I tried to keep my towel from coming loose, I couldn’t. Alex, I was sure, had a perfect shot at my cleavage as I crawled next to him and peered up under the sink.
“Can you hand me a pipe wrench?” Alex asked. I had no idea what a pipe wrench was. Alex described the tool. I turned and crawled over to the tool box, giving Alex a perfect shot of my bare pussy.
“Is this it?” I asked, holding up a funny looking wrench.
“Yes,” Alex responded.
As I crawled back towards the sink and where Alex l lay on his back, handed him the wrench. I could tell my not-so-accidental flash had a direct impact on his libido.
Alex unfastened a white pipe and then jiggled the garbage disposal. Blackish water dripped down his arm and onto his t-shirt.
I slipped backwards from the sink and got on to my feet, bending over as he handed me the very heavy garbage disposal. As I took the disposal in my hands, my towel loosened. Oh, my Gawd! The towel fell to the floor as I turned and sat the very heavy disposal unit on the kitchen countertop.
I was embarrassed, but part of me really didn’t care. I was proud of my body. I worked out hard every day. I ran three miles twice a week.
I turned and Alex was sitting up right next to me. I bent over to grab my towel, but Alex grabbed it first. He started wiping the brackish water from his hands and arms.
“I hope you don’t mind me using your good towel,” Alex remarked as I stood naked beside him. He stripped off his t-shirt as he stood up. I stood with my arms crossed, covering my breasts.
“Nice,” Alex nonchalantly replied, with a smile on his face, as he handed my soiled bath towel.
Oh, my Gawd! Alex had muscles on top of muscles. His pecs were rock hard and firm. He had no chest hair. I took in a deep breath and forcibly exhaled.
I was about to explode. The ache between my legs was unbearable. I could feel the blood in my body coursing through my veins and into my pubic region. Standing there, totally naked and exposed, I wanted Alex to just take me in his arms and make passionate love to me.
“Can I use your bathroom to wash up? Alex asked.
I reached out and placed my hand on his arm. He stared into my eyes. Oh, my Gawd! That stare. That look.
“Would you like some help cleaning up?” I asked.
“Yes,” Alex replied.
I lead him to my bathroom. The black brackish water had stained his hands, arms, and chest.
“I think a shower might be needed,” I remarked as we stepped into my bathroom. Alex looked at my closed shower curtain around my garden tub.
“OK,” Alex replied,’ But only if you join me.”
Now we were talking. Alex stripped out of his clothes, his eight-inch, cut, manhood hanging down. I slipped my fingers around his semi-erect cock and smiled.
“I like what you have here,” I remarked. Alex slipped his hands onto my bare waist and turned me towards him, his steely blue eyes and chiseled square chin looking down at me. He leaned forward and cupping his hand under my chin, lightly pressed his lips to mine. I melted, right then and there.
We showered together. I couldn’t keep my hands off his body and he couldn’t keep his hands off of mine. We ended up on my bed.
Alex inserted his face between my spread open legs. Oh, my Gawd! The orgasms rolled through my body, one after the other, as he did things to me no man had ever done. I pulled him on top of my aching body. I exploded in a huge massive orgasm, my entire body shaking, as he slipped his massive cock into my aching pussy.
I must have passed out, because when I woke up, I was in bed alone and still naked. I grabbed my robe, put it on and slipped into the kitchen. The old garbage disposal unit was gone from the counter top. Alex was nowhere to be seen. On the counter top was a hand-written note.
“Don’t worry about the cost of the disposal,” the note read. “If you need anything, just let me know.”
I was out checking the mail later when Linda, Alex’s wife, drove up.
“Hey,” Linda called out from across the short grassy space that separated out driveways, “Did you get your garbage disposal working?”
“Oh yes,” I replied, stopping briefly.
“Alex is great with his hands,” Linda remarked. I had to agree. “Feel free to use him anytime you need something.”
Oh, my! Jack is now in semi-retirement. I still rely on him in a pinch, but with Alex right next door, all I have to do is wait for something that needs fixing. I wonder if he can fix my dripping shower head.
