Grandma's Handyman

GRANDMA’S HANDYMAN


The weather held. The awful thunderstorm that had been predicted just missed the city. It didn’t matter, though. My birthday wish had come true. I was out for a glorious evening with the one man I loved with all my heart. Leon had made reservations at an expensive seafood restaurant called La Turf, where I feasted on Lobster Thermidor to die for. If there were any more calories in that thick creamy sauce it’s made with, I think I might have died and gone to heaven.
As I sat across from Leon, I found myself devouring him, as well, with my loving eyes. Wearing a blue blazer and tan slacks over his sleek frame, he might have passed for a model from GQ. His shaven head gave him a somewhat exotic look. At first, I hadn’t liked it. I mean, after all, I had nothing to run my hands through. However, it eventually grew on me. And I couldn’t miss the second looks he got from other women. The man was pure eye-candy.
To work off the extra pounds we both put on during our three-course dinner, Leon took me to an intimate club downtown called Booty’s. There, we shook our own booty till around two before we returned home to the apartment we shared. The crib wasn’t much, just what we could afford with our combined salaries. I was a library clerk and he was a letter carrier. It was a small, one bedroom place with a tiny kitchen, living room, and bath. However, the bathroom also boasted a tub, as well as a shower, which was more than a plus in my book. Anyway, the place was our sanctuary from the rest of the world and that’s what really counted.
The front door of the apartment had hardly closed behind us before we were locked in a tight embrace. Leon kissed my neck on that special spot which always sent electrical blips to my brain, starting my engine purring. I slid my hands up and down his rock-hard back. He lowered his mouth to meet mine as his hand cupped my breast.
Leon’s tongue did an impromptu dance in my mouth as he reclaimed what was his. I felt my nipples tighten into hard pebbles under his touch. Our kisses deepened, each one lasting longer than the previous one, sending sparks of excitement through my entire body. I began to pool in my panties and if Leon kept this up, I’d surely drown in my own love juices. I felt his rigid manhood push into my thigh and knew he was just as aroused as I was. Shifting my body’s position slightly, I was able to rub myself against him, exciting myself more. Of course, the sweet agony was driving me wild and I heard myself moan.
“That’s it, sugar. Sing for Papa,” Leon crooned before he hit that special spot on my neck again.