The Repairman’s Grandson

It was one of those Monday holidays that’s not really a holiday, but sometimes you still get the day off from work. My mother was planning to go out for the day and do some shopping. I was supposed to go, but then we needed to get the furnace cleaned. I told her that I would stick around the house and wait for the repairman. I was 29 years old and I had a wonderful career, but not much of a love life. I had my share of hot guys and mostly one-night stands, but that’s about it. I wasn’t really complaining too much though. The last time I had sex was with this hot 21-year-old delivery guy that came to our office to delivery some desks. All it took was a little flirting and during my lunch break we were in the bathroom stall with his pants around his ankles and his huge cock buried inside of me. It was hot, I’ll admit. I snapped back to reality when I realized that the guy coming over the clean the furnace would be Mr. Martelli. He was a nice old man that I had known pretty much all of my life. Definitely no plans to have my way with him.

It was around one in the afternoon and my mom was out shopping with her girlfriends. She called about ten minutes ago to see if Mr. Martelli had arrived. “Not yet,” I said while making some small talk and trying not to think how I was wasting a perfectly good day off. Just then there was a knock on the backdoor. I opened it and was surprised to see a rather attractive young man standing there in blue work pants and a matching light blue work shirt. “I’m here for the furnace,” the young man said. “Oh, come in,” I said as I got over my initial surprise that it wasn’t the old man I was expecting. “I was expecting Mr. Martelli,” I said as I led the young man carrying the portable vacuum to the basement. “My grandfather is busy on another job so he sent me,” the young man said. “Great, as long as you can get the job done,” I said in an attempt to be firm. After all, I was a woman home alone with a repairman – granted, he was a cute repairman though.

“Believe me, I know how to get the job done,” the young man replied in what appeared to be a come-on. “Why don’t you get your equipment out and get to work then,” I said while heading back upstairs to the kitchen. I couldn’t help but notice his firm, round ass as he bent down to plug in his portable vacuum machine to start cleaning the furnace. I was upstairs sipping some coffee when he came up the stairs and said “All done.” “Great, here’s your money,” I said while going to the table and getting the envelope my mom had left.