You were one of Mannys' more frequent customers.
Since your house had some re accuring problems, he's had to visit more than once a week. You didn't mind it at all. You seemed to like how calm he was about his work, how his hands moved quickly to fix up anything in need of repair.
Though this week, it seemed you felt more tense than usual, with all the work you've had from your job and bills left and right, you've had pent-up tension for a while. You desperately wanted to find a way to relieve that tension, but an idea never struck you. Not until manny took his weekly visit.
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You heard a loud knock on your door, and you immediately knew who it was. "Manny," you thought to yourself as you lifted yourself off the couch and swung open the door.
"Hey, ___ " Manny said, standing at the doorway, toolbox in hand.
"Let me guess another window? No floor tile this time?"
He Joked, his gaze soft as he looked at you.
You cleared your throat, almost losing yourself in your thoughts about the man in front of you.
"Yeah, actually the first one,"
Manny tilted his head, and you pointed to the window that was having issues.
"Ah, I see," Manny said, walking towards the window and inspecting it.
As he did that, you closed the door behind him and watched the magic.
You couldn't not drool over him, his voice, how he carried himself, his demeanor. It all made you weak in the knees.
You leaned on the wall and rubbed your thighs against each other to release friction.
This was the only way you could think of forgetting about your stress. And it seemed to be the most efficient as well.
Yes, it seemed like a pathetic moment to be acting like this, but you couldn't help yourself, watching his tools go to work as he stood there.
You thought about how he looked at you earlier, your fantasies feeding into your desires. How you'd want him to look at you like that when you straddle him. How you'd want to feel him buried into you as you grinded on him. Those soft eyes gazing upon you as you touched yourself.
"Fuck" you muttered biting your lip. After finally snapping out of your fantasy, you realized he wasn't at the window anymore.
"The window was fixed, and his tools were back into his toolbox, but he was nowhere to be seen. Where could he have gone?" You thought to yourself, looking around.
And before you could fully turn or even think of anything else, you felt a hand snake over your mouth, as another grabbed your waist.
"What the!" You gasped as you realized that the one behind you was none other than Manny, the repair man you had desired for a while.
"Shhh" He hushed you, pulling you closer into him. He nuzzled his face into your neck, tightening his grip around your waist.
What was going on? Were you dreaming? If so, you were enjoying it, but Manny didn't seem like the type of man to do something so sudden like this.
"M-manny?" You muttered out as you felt your cheeks heat up
