A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... take them back and wrap things up with him. He was still working, sweating heavily in the Texas heat.

He was working in the front of the house, and I thought distance was best. So as I got closer to him, I held them up so he could see them and set them on the edge of the front porch.

This time, I looked him in the eye. "Thank you, Mr. Thomas. I have deleted everything. I hope to God, I can trust you. You should know I saw a bit of your exchange with a 'Captain Cock Sucker', and I can see you are not quite the innocent, jilted lover you pretend to be. We are both adults and I take responsibility for my own actions. But to make things perfectly clear--yesterday was a one-time thing and will never happen again. When you finish here, I will pay you for your work today and that will be the last time we will interact.

"Understood, Mrs. Stilson. I have very much enjoyed our 'interactions' and owe a big debt of gratitude to you and your mother for boosting my ego during a rough time. I hope letting you have complete access to my personal information and communications shows my sincerity in assuring you our interactions, though forever etched in my mind, never happened as far as the outside world is concerned..."

Even as he spoke, the thought of this being the end left a disturbingly empty feeling in my gut. His sweaty, rippling body, played in my head like a slow-motion B-movie scene of the handsome hunk mesmerizing the swooning leading lady. I tried to keep my gaze ...

... directed at his eyes to show strength, but I found them taking in his bare chest and abs and with a mind of their own, then they locked in on the bulge. When I snapped out of it, and returned to his eyes, he had that smug grin that quickly faded when he saw I had noticed.

"Well, I should get back to work so I can stop being a nuisance. I do thank you and your husband for your attention and kindness." He returned to removing the last few overgrown bushes.

"I did not mean to rush you doing your work. You look hot and tired, please pace yourself and take a break if you like. Can I get you some lemonade or water?"

"No thank you, Mrs. Stilson, I brought my own cooler of drinks today. I should not have inconvenienced you yesterday. My apologies," he said, with a tone of hurt feelings.

Not sure why, but I was suddenly hit by a pang of guilt. "You did not inconvenience me, Mr. Thomas. Please let me know if you change your mind and need anything."

I went inside and the sense of emptiness and finality rested in the pit of my stomach. I tried to distract myself by talking to some more babysitter candidates. I wanted a rotation of two or three to choose from to be safe. After talking to two, and arranging follow-up with one, I found myself watching him through the window, admiring his thin, muscled build, and the bulge from his more-than-impressive manhood. The thought of never feeling that again, crept toward obsession. But when I told myself, I had his present to fill that ...