Roses for Monica

MAINTENANCE LOG BOOK Monday June 7 2010 – call 10:40 A.M. Apartment 601
Living room window stuck closed. Fix ASAP.


“Hey kid, we got a call from Apartment 601. The lady up there needs a stuck window opened” Gus said to his young assistant, who was sitting with his feet up on the desk.
“Now get your tools together and head up there” he said, while pushing Matt’s feet off the desk.
“And how many times have I told you to keep your feet where they belong.”

“Sorry Gus, I don’t mean any harm” Matt said as he got to his feet, stretching the length of his six foot, two inch frame. He went to the workbench and checked his toolbox to make sure he would have what he needed for the job. After satisfying himself he had the right tools, Matt had picked up a can of silicone sliding compound and a short piece of 2” x 4”. Gus nodded approvingly.

“For a college boy you ain’t bad, I have to admit that. Did you learn that from your professors?” Gus asked, needling his younger colleague.

Matt laughed good naturedly at the older man’s jest.
“Come on Gus, you know I didn’t learn anything in college but how to meet co-eds. I learned from the old school of hard knocks, courtesy of my Uncle Vinny.”

Gus nodded in agreement. “How is your Uncle doing? It’s been awhile since I saw him.”

“Enjoying the fishing and his retirement in Florida the last I heard” Matt answered with a grin.
“Now let me get this straight. I see you’re still sitting there. Does that mean that I get to handle this call on my own? I don’t know if I can handle the awesome responsibility.”

Gus looked up and saw Matt was barely containing his laughter.

“Funny college boy, what’s the matter, don’t think you’re ready? Someday every bird flies the nest and today’s the day. Now get going.”

As Matt headed out, closing the door behind him, Gus thought to himself, good luck kid, you may need it, and smiled .Shortly after Matt was ringing the doorbell of 601. After a minute he heard a sultry voice asking who it was.

“Building maintenance Ma’am, I’m here about the window” Matt answered. There was the sound of a lock being turned and the door slowly opened. Matt was confronted by a vision that took his breath away. The
woman standing at the door was a stunning picture of loveliness. She stood at five feet, six inches tall in her bare feet, and was wrapped in a red silk robe cinched tightly at the waist, accentuating her womanly curves. Her bosom was round and full and a generous portion was exposed to view by the plunging scoop neckline of her robe. Her waist was small and waspish, contrasting with the swell of her voluptuous hips. Her hair was dark brown with some honey colored highlights and was swept up in a stylish updo. The woman’s eyes were a dark brown with thick, feathery lashes. There was just a faint hint of lines around said eyes. Her ivory complexion was clear and fair and her lips were full and red and perfectly shaped for kissing, among other things. For lips like these, many women had spent small fortunes, although in her case they were all natural.

Realizing he was staring at her cleavage, Matt’s face began to turn crimson and he cast his eyes to the floor.
There he noticed her perfectly formed and pedicured feet, with her toenails painted an emerald shade of green, peeking from beneath the hem of her robe. He shuffled his feet and stammered something unintelligible while attempting to look the woman in her face. She had a broad smile now, as if she knew and enjoyed the effect she was causing. The woman took a step back opening the door wider.

“Come in please, don’t stand in the hall like a beggar” she said softly, while beckoning Matt inside with a graceful wave. Matt stepped inside the vestibule as the woman closed the door. She then walked deeper into the apartment while Matt followed. Matt found himself in a living room that was stylishly decorated in a subdued way. Beige and cream were the dominant colors in the room’s palette. The furnishings looked to be expensive in an understated, tasteful way. Matt noticed the woman had stopped and was looking at him expectantly.
“Ma’am, which window were you having difficulty with?” he asked trying to maintain eye contact with her. As he spoke he saw a look of displeasure flit across her face.

“I know I’m not young anymore” she said with a resigned sigh, “but I didn’t realize I had crossed into ma’am territory yet.”

“N- n-no” stammered Matt “I wasn’t saying anything like that. It’s just part of my job to be polite to tenants. It’s not that you’re old, I mean you look great for your age, not that it’s a high age or anything I’m sure, I mean you look hot. Oh damn, sorry, I shouldn’t say that either… ”
His voice trailed off as he realized his attempted apology might be digging a deeper hole for himself. He mentally kicked himself, the first job Gus sent him on solo and he was offending the lady in question with his poorly chosen words. It was no excuse that he was dazzled by her appearance, he thought ruefully.

“So do you go around telling all the women in the building how hot they are?” she asked “I wonder what management thinks of that?”

“No I don’t” Matt replied, flustered by her question, “I apologize to you again. If you want me to leave and to report me I understand.” He was so embarrassed he couldn’t look at her now.

“Well if you promise not to call me ma’am again I’ll forgive you. My name is Monica by the way. And I don’t mind hearing how hot I am, especially from a handsome young man like you.”

Surprised by what she said, Matt looked at Monica and saw she had a big grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye.

“Wow, I was worried for a minute that you were mad. My name’s Matt and you really are beautiful Monica, since you don’t mind hearing the truth.”

“What a charmer you are Matt” she said while coming closer to him, close enough that he felt her warm breath and smelled her perfume. Looking up at him she whispered “Do you really think I’m beautiful Matt or are you just being nice to an older lady?”

“Now you’re just messing with me Monica, anyone can see how beautiful you are and no one could call you old” he sincerely replied. Matt was understandably shocked at what Monica did next. She opened the top part of her robe, revealing more of her creamy breasts. Monica then took Matt’s free hand and placed it on the soft flesh of her breast. To Matt, the skin felt hot to his touch as if she was on fire. He began to caress her, running his fingers lightly over her breast. It was large, a D-cup he guessed, and felt heavy in his hand. Meanwhile Monica’s hand had strayed to the front of Matt’s work pants where it began to explore his crotch.

As she began to massage him, all the free blood in the area flowed to his rapidly growing erection. Pleased with the reaction Monica’s other hand began to tug at Matt’s belt, loosening then unbuckling it. She swiftly undid his pants and pushed them down freeing his stiff erection. It sprang up with such force it almost smacked Matt’s midsection. Monica’s hand snaked around his shaft and gently squeezed it, causing a moan to escape from Matt’s lips. Monica sank to her knees on the Persian carpet so that her head was at the level of Matt’s erection. She studied it closely as she began to slowly stroke it. It was a good size and thickness and it had a curve to it, bending upwards in a shape similar to a banana. Monica could feel his blood pulsating through the veins as her hand continued playing his instrument.

Noticing a drop of pre-cum at the tip Monica extended her tongue and licked it up with the tip. Matt gasped with desire as she then planted a kiss on his bulbous head. Monica grasped his shaft at the base, opened her full, red lips and engulfed the head in her warm mouth and began to move her tongue against it, sending waves of pleasure from Matt’s groin straight to his brain.

“Monica” Matt said with a pleading voice “before you go any further, I need to put my tool box down?”

With a popping sound, Monica’s lips released Matt’s cock from her warmth and looked up at him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, why didn’t you say something earlier, put it down but just let me continue using your personal tool.”

“Things were happening kind of fast, before I had a chance to think about it” he replied as he placed the tool box on the floor behind him.