Shelter From The Storm - Sex Stories

Shelter From The Storm

It was Friday, the end of a long week and Josh was keen to finish this last job he had scheduled. He was driving his Ford Ranger through the drizzle that had been the main weather for most of the month. It wasn’t doing much to boost his mood. The small repair job was referred to him by a fellow contractor. He had been short on work for the past year and was taking every job that came his way. He had only himself to blame for the lack of work after his unreliable behavior of the previous year when his life had again spun out of control. He glanced at the motto he had stuck on the dashboard exactly 263 days ago.

“One day at a time,” it read.

Sometimes getting through one day without a drink sapped him of every ounce of willpower and it seemed like a miracle when he made it through. Today was one of those days when it felt like he couldn’t stay sober. All he could think about was sitting at the bar with a glass of Jack in his hand. He glanced at the sign again and focussed on the word, “One” which he had underlined in red.

Shortly after he knocked, the door opened. He took off his hat, a little gesture that he thought made him look more trustworthy when he went to a new client’s house.

The woman who answered the door smiled and brushed aside his offer to take off his boots. She stepped to one side and as he moved past her, she gently touched his shoulder in a way that made him feel unexpectantly vulnerable.

“Thanks for coming,” she said. “My name is Samantha, but ...

... everyone calls me Sam. Let me show you the room that needs the new light fixture installed.”

He followed her up the stairs and noticed her slim figure and the way her body moved. He cast his gaze down to protect himself from feeling anything other than professional. He was fighting demons at many levels. He could almost hear the judge castigating him at his sentencing hearing.

“Here we are,” she said as she stepped into a large and tastefully decorated bedroom,

“The new fixture is on the chair. I will leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything.”

It would be an easy job and he went back to his truck to get a stepladder and his tool kit. When he walked back through the front door, he could see her standing at the glass doors at the back of the house and he noticed how beautiful she was framed by the light coming through the glass. She was older than him by maybe ten years; tall and slim with long, dark brown hair that framed her face and set off her white skin. She was dressed casually in tight-fitting jeans and a loose, white blouse unbuttoned to show a shadow where her breasts were pressed together. She was barefoot, which added to her allure. She was talking on the phone and laughing and the sound of her voice was sweet and joy-filled. He noticed she had multiple silver bracelets on her wrists that jangled as she talked. He felt a longing in his groin. It had been more than a year since he had been intimate with a woman and he felt the absence more acutely ...