Penelope had hired me to spruce up her recently purchased condo on the recommendation of her friend, who was a former customer of mine. I was happy for the work. After finishing her pal’s place, my schedule was wide open.

“The beautiful blonde looked young enough to be my daughter. I guessed she was in her mid-20s, which meant I had about two decades on her.

I’d worked in construction for a large part of my life, but I’d settled into the slightly less taxing role of handyman. I love transforming old spaces and bringing homeowners’ visions to life. It fulfills my sense of purpose and puts money in my pocket. I can’t complain about any of that.

Anyhow, Penelope’s list of tasks was simple enough: fix water-damaged walls, redo grout in the bathroom and a fresh coat of paint for the whole place. None of it was particularly challenging, but I knew from the get-go that it was going to take me a few weeks to finish.

As the days passed, I noticed a growing look of admiration in Penelope’s eyes. It was clear that she’d never befriended a man who knew his way around a toolbox. Chances are she’d always dated geeks who needed her to open up the pickle jar for them.

Every morning she’d watch me, sipping from a thermos of coffee and wearing tight pants that showed off her perfect peach of an ass. She observed me like I was some kind of exotic creature. I suppose to her, I was.

One time, she said in a breathy voice, “Paul, you’re so good with your hands.”

It was a genuine compliment that seemed to suggest that she had hopes about my other skills. I certainly knew there was one tool in particular I’d like to use on her!

I told Penelope to let me know if there was anything else she needed me to handle, putting as much suggestion into my voice as possible without sounding like a creep. The look on her face told me that we were on the same wavelength — and made my dick twitch in my jeans. I kept thinking about how I’d fix her right when those tight pants were out of the way.

On my final day on the job, Penelope brought in a cold six-pack. She arrived with the beer just as I was close to wrapping up.

“Let’s toast a job well done,” she said, holding up the longnecks.

Penelope had yet to move in, so the place didn’t have any furniture. She and I sat on a drop cloth that was spread out in the middle of her living room. I popped open a couple of beers, and we clinked them together.

Her eyes never left mine as we each drained our bottles dry. Her gaze was a silent invitation. I could tell she was looking for one last thing from me. She licked her lips, and my cock pulsed at the sight of her tempting tongue tip.

Penelope set her bottle down. She rested her palms on the floor and leaned back slightly. Her posture seemed to hold a hint of challenge. I picked up the gauntlet. I moved closer to her, our anticipation nearly as palpable as the growing heat between us.

The busty babe reached out and touched my forearm, tracing a firm line of muscle there. She said, “I’ve never been with a man like you.”

“You mean a guy as old as me?” I teased, even though I knew she meant a stud who could handle a stud finder. I was ready to show her that I was more than capable.

She blushed and shook her head, saying, “No — I mean, yes. But not like that. I’ve never been with a guy who knows how to do all the things that you do.”

Her voice dripped with sincerity — and barely masked lust.

I leaned in, smelling her sweet perfume mingled with the faint scent of her body. She didn’t pull away when our faces were just inches apart.

“Tell me, Penelope. What kind of men have you been with?” I asked. My tone was gruff as I felt my boner threatening to burst.

“Not men. Boys. All nerds,” she replied with shrug. “Eggheads who wouldn’t know a hammer from a hot glue gun.”

Despite her exaggeration, her words made me feel like she’d been waiting for me for her entire life.

“Well, I’m not a nerd,” I said softly. “And I definitely know how to fix things.”

A small smirk played on her lips as she replied, “Good. Now that you’re done nailing drywall, you can nail me.”

With that, she reached up and took my face in her hands, pulling my lips to hers for a deep kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, and my dick was fully inflated in no time flat.

Penelope may have looked young, but the slick, practiced movements of her lips and tongue were that of a very experienced woman.

My head was buzzing from downing my beer so quickly. The pleasant sensation combined with the heady high of making out with such a sweet young piece.

We kissed for a long while, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. I caressed her soft curves, letting my wandering hands map every inch of her figure.

Penelope’s fingers fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, and she soon pushed the garment open to reveal my tanned chest and stomach. No, I hadn’t been sunning at the beach. A few months of working outdoors shirtless will do that to a guy.

My young lover traced the lines of my abs with her nails, sending jolts of arousal shooting through me.

“Undress me,” she said, her voice thick with need.

Those words were music to my ears, and I hastily stripped her out of her snug clothes. Her youthful body was a sight to behold. Her tits were full, firm and high, and the hue of her well-manicured bush matched the hair on her head. She had a perfect hourglass figure, and I rested my hands on the flare of her hips as we smooched a little more.

Penelope focused on stripping me out of my disheveled clothing. She tore open my pants, yanking them down along with my underwear. Soon, we were both bare-assed naked on that drop cloth, and she took my prick between her lips.

Her mouth was heavenly — warm, wet and tight. She sucked my cock with a passion that made it clear that she had developed a taste for man-meat while fooling around with those nerds of hers.

Penelope pulled back and swirled her tongue around my cockhead as her hand worked my shaft. She had me groaning helplessly as she sucked me almost to the point of no return.

But I knew what I really wanted and gently eased her off my dick. She looked up at me with a question in her eyes.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I demanded.

Penelope’s face lit up, and I got the hint that she liked being told what to do.

She promptly obeyed, arching her back and pushing her perfect ass toward me. Her cunt was wet and ready. Her slit was gleaming with her freely flowing juices. Clearly, sucking my cock had gotten her motor running. I lined up my prick with her pussy and slammed into her without preamble. My dick slid into her like a hot knife through butter.

I fucked her hard and fast, and Penelope groaned with abandon. Her expression was wordless, but spoke of her deep satisfaction. Her mews and moans let me know how much she appreciated the feeling of having her pussy pummeled like that.

I continued rocketing my rod in and out of her tight cunt. She was so deliciously snug, and her cries grew louder and more unhinged as I picked up my pace.

There were no other sounds in the room but that of our bodies slapping together. Underneath the smell of fresh paint, I also detected sweat and sex.

The taste of her kisses still lingered on my tongue. I kept a firm hold on her hips, to keep her from sliding away from me on the drop cloth. I kept her right where I needed her to keep nailing her in the right rhythm to get myself off.

Penelope rested one elbow on the floor and reached between her legs with her free hand. I felt her fingers bump into my pistoning prick as she frantically rubbed her clit. She was writhing and bucking, a swirling mass of sexual tension. But before long, she shouted out climactically. Her snatch tightened around me like a vise, even as it overflowed with her orgasmic honey.

Her pulsating pussy brought me to the point of no return. I pulled out of her and painted her ass cheeks with thick ropes of come that ran in rivulets down her rump.

It was my best paint job ever.

Panting, I sat back on my heels and admired my handiwork. Penelope rolled over and looked at me with a sated smile.

“You sure know how to leave your customers satisfied,” she joked.

“Well, I’m all about giving my clients what they need,” I replied, reaching out and running a finger along her sloppy slit.

Our combined fluids were flowing from her gash, and her wanton posture — with her legs sluttishly parted — was making my dick want to perk up again.

Penelope must have known I needed a little visual pick-me-up. Her digits took the place of mine. She pumped a pair of fingers into her pussy, while aggressively rubbing her clit. She went at herself harder than I would have, but you’ve gotta trust a lady’s sense about what gets her off.

I’m an experienced guy, but I’d never seen a woman chase after her own orgasm like that. She was hungry, bold and beautiful as she worked herself toward her release. She shook like a leaf, her face flushed and her skin glistening with perspiration.

“I hope you don’t have any other plans this evening,” she said coyly. “I’d like to book your services for the rest of the night.”

“My tool is at your disposal,” I told her — and I meant it.