PropertySex – House painter smooth talks hot blonde boss lady into sex
Title: “Behind the Scenes: A Lecherous Liaison for the Ages”
The house painter, a ruggedly handsome man in his late 30s, stood at the entrance of the lavish manor, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. He had been hired by the estate’s owner, a stunning blonde realtor with an air of superiority about her, to paint the interior. Little did she know, the expressiveness of her body language had not gone unnoticed by the painter.
As he entered the scheduled meeting, her immaculate appearance struck him – her honey-blonde hair was swept up in a tight bun, a few strands framing her delicate features. Her crisp, white blouse strained against her modest bosom, the top buttons undone, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy skin. Her pencil skirt hugged her slender waist and rounded hips, emphasizing her curves.
The painter introduced himself with a confident grin, his deep blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Hannah, right? I’m Jack, your house painter for the day.” He extended a calloused hand, which she hesitantly shook, her luminous eyes met his for a moment before Quickly averting her gaze.
Jack couldn’t resist the urge to tease her. “You know, you have a beautiful home here. The architecture is quite impressive.” He nodded towards the grand staircase leading up to the second floor. “I bet it’s marvelous from that vantage point.”
Hannah’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she followed his gaze. “I…I suppose so. Why do you ask?”
Jack laughed, a deep, throaty sound. “No particular reason. Just admiring the view.” His eyes lingered on her hips for just a moment too long before he turned to inspect the walls. Hannah wrinkled her nose in disgust. He was so crass! But she couldn’t deny the heat that raced through her body under his brazen gaze.
As Jack began his work, Hannah busied herself with paperwork in the adjacent room. From her desk, she could see him, muscles rippling as he climbed up and down the ladders, the sunlight filtering through the windows and casting a golden glow on his tanned skin. She tried to hide her flustered cheeks by burying her nose in the documents.
Suddenly, a splat of white paint landed on the floor, a beacon drawing Hannah’s shocked gaze. She stormed into the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors.
“What do you think you’re doing? Staring at me like a creep?” She demanded, hands planted firmly on her hips.
Jack turned to face her, a boyish grin on his face. “My apologies, I was just admiring your fine work, that’s all,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Hannah’s jaw dropped, but before she could retort, Jack continued.
“Listen, why don’t we take a break and have some coffee? I could use some relaxing time before I resume my work.” He gestured towards the kitchen, his eyes filled with a mischievous glint.
Hannah hesitated, her mind warring between common sense and the unexplainable attraction she felt towards him.
