1. Handy Man


    Date: 7/1/2016, Categories: Mature, Author: Bob_6, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    for it. We both finished our drinks while Tas made some final checks. It was Wednesday night and getting late and Tas said, “Thanks’ for the coffee Lou, I’ll see you Friday. I’ll fix that light fitting for you.” He kissed me on the cheek and gave his usual light slap on my arse, saucy git, then went home. I hate to admit it, but I did secretly have a thing for Tas. I went to bed that night with lurid thoughts of Tas in my head. I possessed a dildo and used it in great earnest that night. I made myself cum twice. It was Thursday morning, and I went to work as usual. The day went the usual boring way. I could not wait to get home. Well, I could not wait to get out of work, really. It was almost closing time. I was further around from the entrance, serving another customer and noticed that Tas had walked into the pharmacy. He looked very sheepish as he walked around the pharmacy. He picked up a couple of things and then, I think purposely, he went to another checkout. He had picked up a packet from the front of the counter then paid. He raised his hand to say, “Hi,” to me, but again sheepishly went off. Now… I knew the only thing he could have picked up form in front of the counter was a pack of rubbers. He’s eighteen and I did know he had a girlfriend, he’s told me about her in his usual bragging way. I was happy for him. Thursday night I used my dildo again three times, first was as soon as I got home from work and on all occasions I thought of Tas. And what he was going to ...
    do with his girlfriend. I suppose he was going to use the rubbers over the weekend because he had told me he was seeing his girlfriend then. It was Friday and again a typical day at work. I usually finished early on Friday’s. I went swimming for a couple of hours then home. I got home around seven; I had gone straight up for a shower. I’ve never like the showers at the swim facilities and I knew Tas would be around soon. It’s not unusual for me to be in my dressing gown. I never wear a bra when I’m at home, a pair of knickers would suffice. My hair was wet and I had left it loose behind me. ‘Ding dong…’ I opened the door and it was Tas. I said, “Hi, Tas, come in and shut the door.” He walked in and gave me a kiss as usual and I expected the slap on my arse, but it never came. He seemed deflated; his posture was low, he seemed to be sorry for himself. I asked, “Tas you okay? Why so glum?” He just huffed threw up his shoulders and said, “I’m fine, I got the correct fitting this time, let me get on with it.” His voice was also subdued; I wondered what was wrong but thought I should not pry. I put my arm around him and we walked over to the sofa. We had to move the sofa so that Tas could get to the fitting overhead. It was a very quiet Tas, not his usual self, I could not bear it and I had to ask, but just as I was about to, something just stopped me, and I could not get the right words out. I got a small step for Tas so he could reach the fitting. It was a bit unstable as he ...