The Handyman
Fantasy LLC
Vanessa Devereaux
Published by Coldstream Publishing at Smashwords
Copyright 2016 Vanessa Devereaux
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Thank You
Social Networks
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Chapter 1
Fantasy LLC, an exclusive organization where only a lucky few get to live out their wildest sexual dreams and let their inhibitions run free.
It’s not for the faint of heart, and money or fame can’t buy you a way in.
An anonymous panel of philanthropists decide who will be the lucky recipient of the month. Application forms and essays are judged on their creativity and how turned on they get by what the applicant wishes for.
Winners are everyday people, bored housewives, teachers, doctors, virgins, and people just like Maddie Chamberlin.
I open my mailbox and see a large envelope sitting there. It’s the day’s only piece of mail, and I hope it’s not another bill. It’s the end of the month, so chances are it’s just that. It has fancy gold edging and no postage mark. I pull it out and see the words Fantasy LLC written upon it.
I swallow hard, twice, before glancing around to see if anyone’s looking. They probably haven’t heard of the organization, but nevertheless, I’m embarrassed that one night my imagination got the better of me and I applied to be one of their lucky recipients.
I stuff the envelope into my raincoat pocket and head toward my apartment. I’ve never won anything before and maybe I’m jumping the gun by thinking this time’s going to be different. Maybe it’s a letter telling me I haven’t been picked.
Your fantasy was just a little too dirty…
I’m blushing, and I feel the skin on my cheeks burn. I pass by my upstairs neighbor and foolishly think she knows about the fantasy and my overactive smutty imagination.
I nod to her and hurry up the stairs so I can get to the safety of my condo. I push the key in the lock, turn it and go inside. I put the letter down on the couch and remove my raincoat.
I sit and balance the letter on my lap, afraid to open it in case I haven’t been selected, but also scared that if I have, whether I’ll have the nerve to actually go through with the fantasy. After all, it’s been merely a dream of mine for five years.
It’s now or never, I slit open the back of the envelope with my index finger and pull out the letter. I close my eyes but realize I’m being stupid.
I begin to read,
Congratulations you’re this month’s winner. Your fantasy will begin tomorrow. You don’t need to do anything because everything’s been arranged.
Enjoy yourself, your friends at Fantasy LLC.
Oh my god, are the only three words that my mind can conjure up.
Will my fantasy play out as I told them? My panties grow wet just thinking about it. The night I wrote everything down I was feeling horny and frustrated. I’d just called a friend, and she’d told me about the great fuck she’d just had. I’d grabbed my computer and typed up my fantasy, pouring out my heart and delving deep into my sexual wants and needs.
The fantasy would begin tomorrow and what sort of man would play Mia’s father?
Oh holy fuck, escapes my lips this time, thinking about role playing with a guy who’s supposed to be my former BFF’s dad.
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Chapter 2
I’m running late this morning. I intended to go for a run but I have a class mid-morning, so I put it off until tomorrow. I’m hungry, and right now I have nothing that I really want for breakfast sitting on any of the shelves in my cupboards.
I’m craving a chai tea and chocolate chip muffin. Okay, I know I’m supposed to be on a diet, but today I woke up anxious about this whole Fantasy LLC thing, and when I’m nervous I eat sugar laden foods, and my diet goes by the wayside.
Before I can tell myself all the reasons why I shouldn’t, I’m already in my car and on my way to the local coffee shop. The place is packed. It’s been rainy and damp for the last few days, they’ve got the wood burning fire blazing and everyone’s sitting in armchairs close to it while cradling their drinks.
I soon do the same thing, settling down in a squishy chair with my hands wrapped tightly around a ceramic mug. It’s one of the reasons I love this place so much because nothing’s paper and merely thrown away.
Before taking a sip of my tea, I pull out the chocolate chip muffin from the paper bag and balance it on my knee. I take a bite while thinking about the fantasy again. I’ve always had a thing for older men. The counselor my mom sent me to when I wasn’t doing so good at school said it was because my dad up and left us when I was five.
Formative years she’d told me and I guessed it meant I’d look for a father figure in a future mate.
I let a chunk of the chocolate melt on my tongue. Its richness slides down my throat, and it feels good. The fantasy. It all started when I made a new friend when I was in high school, and she invited me to her house. Her parents were installing a new patio, and her father was in tight jeans and bare-chested digging out the ground where the pavers were going to be placed.
It had been a hot day, and he was sweating. I remember the glistening perspiration on his chest and biceps. The bulge in the front of his jeans got my attention too. I’d been a hormonal sixteen-year-old with her first real crush. I’d sat in the house drinking lemonade made by his wife, and all I could think about was how when I was older I’d love to be fucked by that man.
In my fantasy, he’d be the handyman who would come to my aid each time something went wrong in my house. He’d fix a leaking faucet and then fuck me until I couldn’t walk.
Shit, I’m blushing again. What was I thinking when I wrote out the fantasy that until a month ago had been in my head and only my head? I’d never told a soul about my longing for Mia Parker’s dad, Kyle.
Would the person who’d play him in my fantasy be as sexy? Would he excite me like Kyle had? Ten years later would Kyle still turn me on?
“Excuse me is this seat taken?” a man’s voice rings out when I’m deep in thought not paying too much attention to my surroundings.
I look up to respond to him and it’s him. Well, I think it’s him but he looks older. Of course he would. I’m older too. I blush again knowing what I was just thinking about him and the whole fantasy thing and…
“No, no one’s sitting here,” I say, moving my legs to the right so he can squeeze by me.
As he does so, the smell of aftershave hits my nostrils. I take a deep breath, soon feeling his leg brush mine.
What a coincidence seeing him after all this time and today my fantasy is supposed to begin.
He reaches over and puts his hand on top of my leg, giving it a slight squeeze. “In case you’re wondering, your fantasy begins now,” he whispers in my ear.
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Chapter 3
My vocal cho
rds are frozen. I might be even drooling.
“It’s okay Maddie. This isn’t a dream. It’s really me.” He runs his hand up the inner part of my thigh and I am wondering if anyone’s watching.
They’re not because they’re too busy talking on their phones or texting. My pussy sends out its first drop of moisture, and I’m scared, so frightened that I might come across as needy.
Kyle leans in and kisses me on the lips. When he pulls away, I lick them. I taste him on me, and it’s as good as I always imagined it would be.
“The people at Fantasy LLC told me all about what was going through your head. I had no idea you’d lusted after me so much.”
“I’m sorry,” I say.
He flicks a stray strand of hair out of my eyes making me blink. He’s more handsome than I remember. Without really thinking, I reach up and use my index finger to stroke the side of his face, the stubble bites back at my skin.
“Don’t apologize, I’m flattered.”
“So you’re going to play him,…I mean you?” I’m stuttering for the first time in my life.
He laughs. I always loved the way he did that when Mia and I would tell him some corny joke we’d heard at school. He’d laugh every single time even though none of the jokes were that funny.
“Yeah, they asked if I would, and when I read your fantasy, well, how could a guy turn that role down.”
“You’ve read it?”
I’m embarrassed again. Some of the things I’d written had made me blush as I’d typed the words.
He squeezes my knee again. “It’s okay, Maddie. You’re a young woman, and you have needs.”
“Your wife,” I say, remembering Mia’s mom.
“We divorced two years ago.”
“And Mia?” Oh god, what is she going to think? We lost contact when she went to college in Europe.
“She’s back in the US, got married last year and she’s expecting my first grandchild.”
Mia married, Mia pregnant.
“Please don’t tell her about this or about me having a thing for you,” I beg him.
“This is between you and me. Speaking of which how about we get it underway? In fact, seeing you all grown up and so pretty, well my cock’s hard and I want to do some of the things I read about in your fantasy.”
I look him in the eye. Half of me is scared while the other half is anticipating living out my dreams with a man from the past. He slips me a business card. I look at it.
Kyle Waterson, Handyman, Available 24 hours A Day.
555-0986
“Give me a call when you’re ready, and I’ll be straight over to take care of your needs. Oh, and wear a dress because I like easy access.”
He leans over and kisses me and then stands up, turns and I watch him walk out of the coffee shop.
I run my finger over the raised gold lettering on the card.
Available 24 hours a day.
I like the sound of that.
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Chapter 4
I’m home, and I’m standing in the bathroom wearing a dress. By the sink are the business card and my phone. The vanity light’s been acting up lately. I’ve tried to fix it myself, but I think it might need the touch of a handyman.
This is it. It’s now or never.
I pick up the phone and dial before I lose my nerve.
“Hello.” My knees go weak, and my pussy pulls just hearing the deep timbre of his voice.
“I’m in need of a handyman. It’s the vanity light. It’s been acting strangely.”
“I’ll be right over.”
“Do you want the address?” I ask him.
“No, I already have it, and I’ll be with you real soon.”
He ends the call, and I look in the mirror. He was a CEO, maybe he still is. He wore designer suits when he wasn’t installing patios in tight jeans. What will he think of my modest condo, the furnishings, me…
I’m not that experienced when it comes to sex either. I’ve have a total of three boyfriends and sex was always very basic. In my fantasy, things weren’t so vanilla.
I see my skin blush as I look in the mirror and recall all the things I want the handyman to do to me. My heartbeat picks up to frantic pace when I hear the doorbell ring.
I glance one more time in the mirror before heading out to the hallway and the front door. Perspiration begins to pool between my breasts. I turn the lock and pull the door toward me.
He’s standing on the mat in the tight jeans and a white shirt hanging over the waistband. I swallow, wanting him more than ever but knowing once I let him inside my apartment, there’s no turning back.
“Come in,” I say. My voice sounds squeaky, immature almost, and that’s not how I want to come across to him.
He steps over the threshold, and that’s it. My fate is sealed.
“You want to show me where the problem is and I’ll have it fixed in no time,” he says.
I turn and lead him to the bathroom where I flick on the light. It’s no longer acting up, not doing its flashing off and on trick but that doesn’t matter because this is all make-believe. I don’t have to worry that he’ll think I’ve gotten him here under false pretenses.
Just as I think that, it gives its predictable flash. He smiles at me, turns off the light, and then walks over and tightens the bulb before switching it back on. The bathroom is brighter than ever before.
“It wasn’t screwed all the way,” Kyle says.
“Really. I hope you don’t think I did that just to get a handyman into my home.”
He smiles again. “Not at all but I’ll be wanting payment now.”
Oh god, that’s one of the lines I wrote in the space on the application where it told us to include some dialogue we’d love to hear.
“How can I pay you?” I ask him.
“I think we can come to some arrangement. How about you turn around and face the mirror.”
I walk over to the sink and look in the mirror. I place my hands on the edge of the countertop. They’re shaking as Kyle steps up behind him and wraps his arms around me while kissing the side of my neck. He moves his hands upwards and places his palms over each of my breasts. He squeezes them and suddenly my pussy is aching, and dampness begins to invade my panties.
Kyle kisses my neck again and whispers close to my ears. “These feel wonderful, and I can’t wait to see them in the flesh.”
Before I actually realize it, he’s unzipping my dress. The cool air brushes my skin, and I remember I didn’t put a bra on. Whether it was subconscious or not, I’m not quite sure. As Kyle pulls the dress down off my shoulders, my boobs come into view. They’re big like the rest of me. Oh god and my belly’s not flat. Mia’s mom was just the perfect weight. Although is there such a thing? My dress drops to the floor and sits on the top of my feet.
He hasn’t commented on my breasts yet, maybe he hates them.
Kyle pulls down my panties, inching them over my thighs. I glance in the mirror, my never been flat belly stares back at me as does the unruly mass of dark hair sitting at the apex of my legs. I try to turn around to explain my appearance but Kyle forces me to face the mirror.
“Look at you, you beautiful thing. You know I’ve always had a thing for curvy women.”
I had no idea. He puts his hands on my breasts again, this time running his fingers over them until he reaches the nipples. He pinches them, it hurts a little, but the sensation turns them hard. Kyle rolls them between his fingers. He nibbles at the side of my neck and whispers in my ear.
“How did you grow into such a sexy young woman? I love the color of your tits and the unshaven mound.”
I feel his erection push into my butt, and I cream.
The next thing I hear is the sound of Kyle’s zipper being lowered and his dick is suddenly between my two butt cheeks. I try to turn around to get a look at his cock, but he won’t let me.
“Keep facing forward. You’ll enjoy it a lot more.”
He slides his hand down o
ver my belly and into my pubic hair. He buries his index finger deep within it.
“Are you going to spread those legs for me?”
I open them, and soon he introduces his finger to my clit.
The little nub I know I have, the thing I’ve read about in the magazines I subscribe to, the part of me I hoped former boyfriends would touch and play with, but they haven’t.
Kyle begins massaging it and I wonder if the articles are true when they say a clitty climax can be so much better than a pussy one.
I’m fidgeting, and that’s because my clit is growing harder and responding to Kyle’s touch. I want to groan and moan, but I’m scared that will make me come across as desperate.
“It’s okay Maddie, just let yourself go,” he whispers to me.
It’s as if he knows me well and what I’m thinking. My fears too.
I relax as he presses harder, all the time sending pulses through my pussy and causing my juices to slide onto the top of my thighs. Realizing it’s stupid to hold any vocalization in, I groan as I experience a blissful climax.
“That’s it Maddie. This is your fantasy so enjoy it,” Kyle tells me.
His cock rubs against my ass cheeks as he uses my wetness to glide his finger downward before circling my entrance. I gasp as he pushes it slowly inside me. Next, he nibbles on my right earlobe. He tickles the walls of my pussy and my toes tingle.
“Let’s get you ready for your first fuck.”
The sound of that scares me again, and I tense up, obviously signaling my distress to Kyle.
“You’re a tense one which tells me you’ve never been with a real man but merely boys who don’t know what they’re doing.”
He’s right again. I’ve only ever been with guys my own age, and they’re selfish and hopeless at giving me what I truly want.
Kyle turns me around, and I can’t help but looking down. I quickly spot his cock. It’s erect and more beautiful than I ever imagined. Not even my teenage fantasies about him could have guessed that he was this well-endowed.
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