Sarah slammed the door to her penthouse and threw her keys on the counter, letting out a deep sigh. She had had one of those days. The kind of day that made you want to pour a glass of wine and soak in a hot bath. But first, she had to deal with a leaky faucet.
She walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet, only to be met with the sound of dripping water. She grumbled to herself, annoyed at the thought of having to call a handyman to fix something so simple. But she didn't have a choice. She couldn't very well fix it herself.
She grabbed her phone and started searching for someone who could come over right away. She found a few options, but one in particular caught her eye. Mark, a handsome and muscular handyman with rave reviews. She gave him a call, hoping he could come over as soon as possible.
To her surprise, he was available and would be over within the hour. She had just enough time to pour that glass of wine.
Mark arrived right on time, and Sarah couldn't help but stare as he walked in. His muscles bulged beneath his tight t-shirt, and she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have him work on her.
"Hi, I'm Mark," he said, extending his hand. Sarah shook it, trying to compose herself.
"Nice to meet you, Mark. I'm Sarah. The kitchen faucet is giving me trouble," she said, trying to sound professional.
Mark nodded and got to work, and Sarah couldn't help but watch as he moved. His muscles rippled as he turned the wrench, and she found herself feeling more and more attracted to him.
She decided to take a chance and make a move. "I bet you've never had a client try to seduce you while you're on the job, have you?" she said, playfully insulting him.
Mark looked up, caught off guard but intrigued. "No, can't say I have," he said, a smirk on his face.
The two of them engaged in witty and flirtatious dialogue, the tension between them growing by the second. Sarah, unable to contain herself any longer, reached out and touched Mark's arm, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her fingertips.
She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "I bet you're good with your hands in more ways than one."
Mark, unable to resist Sarah's advances, took her hand and led her over to the couch. They sat down, their bodies pressed close together. Sarah, feeling bold, reached down and started to unbutton Mark's shirt, revealing his toned chest. She leaned in and started to kiss his neck, her hands exploring his body.
Mark, unable to control himself any longer, reached down and started to unbutton Sarah's blouse, revealing her lacy bra. He cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight.
Sarah, feeling horny and empowered, took Mark's hand and led him over to the bedroom. She pushed him down onto the bed and started to unbuckle his belt. Mark, feeling excited and a little nervous, let Sarah take control. He lay back and watched as she pulled his pants down, revealing his hard cock.
Sarah, feeling confident and in charge, wrapped her hand around Mark's cock and started to stroke it. She leaned down and took him into her mouth, sucking and licking him. Mark moaned with pleasure, reaching down to play with Sarah's breasts.
Sarah, feeling ready to take things to the next level, climbed on top of Mark and started to grind her hips against his. She felt him enter her, filling her up. They moaned and panted, their bodies slick with sweat. They came together, their orgasms intense and powerful.
The chemistry between them was undeniable, and they continued to meet in secret, with Sarah's penthouse becoming the stage for their wild and wet sexual encounters.
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