Handyman

I want to make a confession, when I wrote “Moving In” I was inspired by a story by Daddycums. I borrowed the house he created for the Primdales as an inspiration for a house I used. My hat is off to Daddycums for his expertise. He is in my opinion possibly the best writer on this site and has my apologies and my respect. If you readers have not sampled his stories, I highly recommend them. They are far better than my own humble efforts. That being said, all of the rest of my stories are completely original and if you enjoy them, it makes me happy. If you don’t like them, that is all right also. I welcome all comments and suggestions. If there is a specific reason that you do not like my stories, please feel free to bring it to my attention. Thank you for your attention and I hope you enjoy this story.
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Mark had worked in construction since he was a child. His father ran a construction company and Mark had been his helper as he grew up. After his father died, Mark went to work for himself. His mother died a few years after his father. He was in his mid 30s now and was on the road. He had lived in a town that had one major employer. The town had done well until the plant closed. One by one in a domino effect, stores closed. Jobs disappeared and the town folded up. There were more vacant buildings than occupied.

Mark knew there was no future there for him so he packed up his tools and his few belongings and hit the road. As he traveled, he would stop at some of the “big box” home improvement stores. There was often someone who needed some help with a project and he could pick up a few dollars to keep him in gas and food. He tried as much as possible to get a motel room so he could keep up his appearance. He made sure he always had clean clothes so others would be more likely to trust his skills.

One day, he was in a store when an attractive woman approached him.
“Excuse me sir, could you help me for a second? These people in the orange vests disappear and I think they all go on break when someone needs help.”

“I would be happy to help in any way I can. What can I do for you?”


“I am having a problem with one of my toilets and I don’t know what I need to fix the problem.”

She described her problem and Mark guided her to the area where he showed her the parts she needed. She thanked him and then said, “I hope I can do this without screwing things up. I am pretty helpless with this kind of thing and since my husband died, it seems as if the whole house is falling apart.”

“I would be happy to come over and do the repairs for you.”

“If you would do that, I would be happy to pay you for your time.”

Mark followed her to her home in his truck and in a short time he had her problem solved. She offered him a cup of coffee and they sat at the table and talked. She had introduced herself as Janet Williams. She was 37 and had married right after high school. Her husband died in a car accident a few years ago and since then it was just her and her 16 year old daughter.

Mark told her of his situation and how he happened to be traveling. They hit it off and wound up talking for hours. Janet was a petite blond, 5’ 5” with C cup breasts. She was about 110 lbs. and had a great pair of legs that ended in a firm, round ass. Janet realized it was time for her daughter to come home from school and she invited Mark to stay for dinner. Janet’s daughter Sharon popped in to say hi to her mother and went to her room to do her homework. Mark sat in the kitchen and talked while Janet fixed dinner. He told her that when he was growing up, he would talk with his mother while she cooked. It was the only time he got to spend alone with her and also where he learned to cook.

Sharon came out of her room just as Janet was finishing. She had Sharon set the table and help put out the food. She introduced Mark to Sharon and they sat down to eat. Sharon was as blond as her mother and her breasts were well on the way to be like her mother’s. She was almost as tall as Janet and had an athletic build. Both Sharon and her mother were very pretty.

“Mom, since Mark is here, can we get him to fix some shelves or something in my closet? There just isn’t enough room for everything.”
“Mark, can you take a look and see what you might be able to do?”

“I would be glad to. There is any number of ways to reorganize a closet. There are units that can be installed to make use of the space more efficiently.”

“That sounds good. Maybe you could do the same for my closet too. Now that I think of it, there are several projects around the house that need to be done. Maybe we can make a deal with you.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I have a spare room above the garage. There is a bathroom with a shower and a place where you can cook. I will offer you room and board along with a modest salary if you will stay and be our live-in handyman. I will pay for any materials you need to do the jobs.”

“That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse. I’ll look at the closets to see what I need and I can start on them tomorrow.”

“Good, Sharon, why don’t you show Mark his room and I will round up some linens for the bed and towels and wash clothes for the bath.”

Janet had a 2 ½ car garage. There was a stairway up to the spare room. The garage was accessed by a door from the utility room. Mark moved his belongings up to the room. When he got settled, he followed Sharon to her room to examine the closet. He took measurements and then had her show him her mother’s room. He checked out her closet as well and made a list of materials he would need.


As the days went by, Mark went from task to task. He shared meals with Janet and Sharon and they enjoyed each other’s company. Mark found himself becoming closer with Janet and spending time with her after Sharon went to bed at night.

One night while sitting on the sofa talking, Janet turned and leaned to him and kissed him. Her lips opened and her tongue found his.

Mark was surprised by the sudden affection and wasn’t quite sure how to respond. His first reaction was to make a joke. “Does this mean I’m not getting paid this week?”

Janet pulled back and said, “I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Oh, no, I’m glad you did. You just caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting to be kissed, and especially, to be kissed so well.”

“I couldn’t resist, you just had a look on your face that made it too tempting to pass up. Maybe I presumed too much. I’m sorry.”



Mark took her hand and pulled her back to him and returned the kiss. “I think I like where this may be going. If you will give me a little time for my mind to shift gears, I think we might take this further.”

“Okay, it’s getting late and I do have to work tomorrow. Maybe we should think about this and maybe talk about this tomorrow?”

Mark had a difficult time sleeping that night. His mind was trying to wrap around this new development. He had planned for this to be just another temporary job that would be finished soon and he would move on to other jobs and other towns. It had been a very long time since he had been with a woman. He had been focused on just working to keep food in his stomach and a roof over his head. He had had a few female companions in his home town but none of them were serious relationships. They were just hook-ups for the night and didn’t mean anything to him or the woman. It was just something to do in a dying town. Janet was a beautiful woman and he was definatly attracted to her. It would be nice to be with her but he wondered what kind of relationship he could have with her. After all, he didn’t have much to offer. He had some modest savings, a few belongings and his tools in a seven year old pickup truck. Janet was an established widow with a nice home, a good job and a daughter. She had a stable life and friends. She belonged in her community and he didn’t really belong anywhere.

Janet also had trouble sleeping. She was becoming strongly attracted to Mark. He was handsome and fun to be around. He was polite and he got along well with Sharon. He never tried to take advantage of his living situation and was respectful of their privacy. When he wasn’t actually working, he usually retired to his room unless he was invited to participate in some activity. Janet had not had any dates since her husband died. On one hand, she wanted to be with a man, but on the other hand, she had been out of circulation for so long that she didn’t remember how to go forward.

The next evening after dinner, Janet and Sharon were cleaning up in the kitchen. Mark still was not sure what to do, so he retired to his room. Janet assumed he wasn’t ready to talk and she didn’t pursue the subject. They didn’t talk the next night either. As the days went on, the only conversation was about the next job to be done. At dinner there was an uncomfortable silence; neither of them knew how to proceed.

Sharon was the first to crack. She cornered Janet in her room and asked, “Is there something wrong between you and Mark? You don’t even talk any more. Did something happen?”

“I think I may have done something wrong and I’m not sure what to do now.”

“What happened? What did you do?”

“We were sitting on the sofa talking and I kissed him. I think it made him uncomfortable and now I don’t know how to fix it.”

“Is he going to leave?”

“Oh, God, I hope not. I want him to stay. I think I am developing feelings for him. What should I do?”

“I think if you really like someone, you should let them know. If they like you back, it will be okay. If they don’t, then you need to know that too. It’s just wrong to do nothing.”

“How did my little girl get so smart?”

That night, after Sharon had gone to her room, Janet went to the garage and climbed the stairs to Mark’s room. She tapped on his door and walked in without waiting for him to respond. He looked up from his chair and saw her standing in his doorway. He stood up and she walked up to him and put her arms around his neck. She said, “My daughter says that if you really like someone, you need to tell them. Mark, I really like you. She then lifted her lips to his and kissed him.”


Mark put his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. When her lips released him he said, “Janet, I really like you too. Where do we go from here?”

Janet reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. She pulled it out of the waist of his pants and slipped it back off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor. She rubbed her hands down his body and kissed his chest. She then stepped back and removed her blouse. She reached back and unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor too. She stepped forward and released his belt, unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. They joined the other clothes on the floor.

Mark pulled her into another kiss and his tongue found hers. They kissed for several minutes, neither of them willing to stop. Mark finally picked Janet up and laid her onto his bed. He lay down beside her and leaning up on one elbow, he looked down at her. She lay there before him in only a lacy bra that cradled her C cup breasts and a matching pair of panties that did little to conceal her pussy. He could see her nipples poking out as if trying to escape. He could tell she had only a small strip of hair above her mound. Mark kissed her forehead and her eyes. He kissed her nose and cheeks and chin and her lips. His hands began to explore her body. He went from her sides down to her hips. Then they slid up across her flat belly and around to her back. He unhooked her bra and sliding the straps from her shoulders, released those magnificent breasts. Her nipples were hard as marbles and stood up begging for attention.

As Mark traced his lips down her neck, his hand cupped her breast. He squeezed and traced his fingers around the firm flesh. His palm gently touched the nipple.