Laying the carpet... and me!

This is a true account of what happened when I had some new carpets fitted at my house 3 weeks ago, which I thought I would share with you.



I am 31 years old, and after a messy divorce from my husband 6 months ago I bought a new house. It needed lots of work doing to it after the previous elderly owner had died, and I thought the whole project would take my mind off of the divorce. To cut a long story short, all the major work had been completed and the final job was to have new carpets laid in the lounge and dining rooms.



It was Friday morning and the fitters were due to arrive at 11am, and they did so on time. I opened the door to 2 of them, and welcomed them into the house. Both of them were men in their 40's who asked to be showed where the carpets were to be laid. I showed them into the room and they got to work. Then the doorbell rang again.



"That'll be Craig, our trainee," one of them said. "He's bringing some more of the gear out of the van".



"I'll get it," I said. "You two can get underway". I walked down the hallway and opened the front door to a younger guy who I guessed was about 17 or 18, and who was struggling with a big, heavy leather tool-bag. He was only about 5 foot 6 or 7 tall and of a slim, athletic build and so I guessed he'd be struggling with the heavy bag.



"You must be Craig," I grinned. He had short dark hair, brown eyes and a slightly olive skin. He wore a navy football shirt displaying his favourite team's sponsorship logo and his black shorts hung from his slender waist. He was good looking in a very "boy next door" type of way, and he must have seen me checking out his physique.



"Hi, yes I am." He smiled back at me, displaying a line of perfect white teeth. His hazel-coloured eyes danced and I saw him run his eyes up and down my own slim figure. As I said, I'm 31. I work out almost every day and I'm proud of my sexy body. I have nice, firm, rounded tits (not too big) and a small waist. The gym keeps my thighs nice and firm and I have several admirers at work.



"Let me help you with that bag," I almost gushed. I stepped forwards to help the young boy and in reaching out to help him with the bag our hands touched. An electric shock-like charge went through my hand.



"Thanks," he said "but it's more awkward really than heavy". He brushed past me much too close as he came in, and his groing gently brushed against mine. I caught a whiff of his aftershave and my pussy gave a little twinge. His eyes caught mine and he smiled his sweet smile, giving me another closer look at those perfect white teeth. "Which room am I working in?"



I led him into the lounge where the other two were getting underway and left them to it. I couldn't take my mind off of Craig, and after about half an hour I found myself in my bedroom changing into a shorter skirt that showed off my gym-toned thighs and calves and a tight little top that accentuated my breasts. I checked my make up, and put my shoulder-length chestnut coloured hair into a pony-tail and dabbed a little perfume onto my wrists and neck. I couldn't believe that I was getting myself ready to seduce this young stud given my age, but I was aching to be touched and loved after my divorce.



I slipped back downstairs and offered the guys a drink. I took the coffees back into the room, and the older two were outside having a cigarette break. I noticed Craig looking me up and down, and I was delighted when he followed me back out to the kitchen whilst I tidied up.



"Have you lived here long?" he asked.



"No, just since my divorce - about six months I think. The house needed lots of work when I moved here, but I think it's all pretty much done now".



He grinned. "It's looking good", he said as he openly looked at my breasts.



I wasn't sure if he meant me or the house! I blushed. I only have a small kitchen, and I had to squeeze between him and the cupboards to get to the end to put the coffee away. I think he was actually pushing his groin into mine on purpose, and I could smell his musk as I was trying to move between him and the worktop. I looked up into those hazel eyes and he leant his head down towards me with a smile and our lips almost met, but just as I was about to pull him towards me and kiss him we jerked apart as we heard the other two guys come back indoors from their cigarette break. I blushed crimson again.



As the other two got back to work, Craig said to me "I need to use the bathroom, can you tell me where it is?"



"It's upstairs," I flustered back. "Follow me, I'll show you where it is."



He followed me closely up the stairs, and I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my arse, undressing me and playing through his mind what my pussy and bottom must look and feel like underneath that tight little skirt. I teased him a little by moving my arse sexily as he followed me upstairs. As we got to the bathroom he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up against the wall. His gentle, smooth hands cupped my arse grinding my waist against his athletic thighs and he pulled my waiting mouth up to his. His tongue snaked into my mouth and we french-kissed wildly, our tongues exploring, caressing, probing. I nearly came right there and then as I rubbed the bulge in the front of his shorts with my soft, small hands.



I broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "Oh, Craig" I almost whimpered. He said nothing and plunged his tongue back into my mouth for round two. I ran my hands through his hair, down his back and onto his arse and thighs as we kissed and slurped together passionately.



This time he broke away, and breathing heavily said how he'd wanted to fuck me from the moment I opened the door that morning. Somehow, I regained my composure and said that we couldn't do anything right there and then as his colleagues were downstairs. He was still rock hard in his shorts and I was desperate to rip his shorts off there and then and fuck him on the landing. I resisted.



"Why don't you come back here this evening?" I suggested. "We can spend the whole evening together".



We quickly swapped phone numbers, and after another leg-trembling french-kiss he went back downstairs to help his colleagues finish the carpet.



After they had finished and gone, I had a long bath with aromatic bath salts to help me smell and taste sweet for my young stud. After my bath, I dressed in sheer black stockings with black lacey hold ups which gripped my upper thighs sexily. Black knickers and a black lacey bra finished off the look, and I put on my dressing gown. As I was drying my hair, my phone beeped with a text message. My young lover would be here in 40 minutes. I did my make up, and put on some sexy bright red lipstick, which I hoped he would be kissing off of me in about 45 minutes!



Sure enough the doorbell rang, and there he was. Dressed in tight blue jeans which showed off his slender athletic legs and waist, and a blue t-shirt and sneakers. He stepped into the hall, but seemed a little more shy this evening than the rampant, eager young boy he was that afternoon. We went into the lounge and I poured us both a big vodka and tonic, hoping that would take the edge off a bit. We spoke about nothing in particular, his football interests and the team he played for. And that he left school at 18 and fell into being a carpet fitter. I realised that I'd have to take the lead, so I sat next to him on the sofa and gently rubbed his firm thigh, up and down. Somewhere under the denim, his young cock stirred into life. He pulled my eager mouth onto his and french-kissed me, his tongue probing every corner of my mouth. We kissed slowly and deeply, our lips pressed together until I broke the kiss. I laughed.



"What are you laughing at?" he asked, laughing as well nervously.


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