We all go through phases when we grow up. Trying to find your own interests and learn how to accomplish independent tasks. There was an entire DIY phase that included me as MISS INDEPENDENT. That is really the easiest way to explain how I ended up at a hardware store, and (our little secret) I wanted some much-needed help and stranger phone sex fantasy.

Unexpectedly, a warm June day turned out to be filled with rain.

Consequently, I needed an indoor activity to pass the time. When I walked through the double sliding doors, an instant scent of chemicals and fertilizer overwhelmed me. What was I even doing here? For a quick instant, I already wanted to quit and just hire some toned gentleman.

As I wandered through the endless isles, my brain danced with inspiration.

However, to my surprise, I was quickly thrown off by one of the merchandizing representatives. He was not my typical type, definitely had a few grey strands in his beard, but he caught my eye. There was a warmth about his smile and sparkle that shimmered across his eyes. His hands were strong and told a story of their own.

After wandering around the store for a bit longer, this associate caught my eye again.

He must have been on a break because I watched him walk into the employee lounge.  He would have at least 15 minutes for me to get to know him. Every inch of him. I knocked on the door before cracking it just a bit. “Can I help you?” His voice sounded confused. “Actually, I think the product I was looking for is here,” I giggled.

His nametag read Scott, and our eyes locked as I traced a line up to his face.

Scott asked if I wanted a bottle of water, trying to normalize an awkward situation. “No on the water, but I want to hire you.” I continued to explain how as independent as I wanted to be, his assistance would be so helpful. Surprisingly, I walked over and kissed him on the cheek. Scott smiled again.

My eyes traced his body, beginning at his lips, moving lower to his strong arms, and finally, the slight bulge in his Wrangler Jeans.

Scott asked for details about the job, not seeming to understand there was an audition process. My explanation must have intrigued him because the bulge grew even larger. My pussy lips became moist, hiding behind a tiny piece of lace and string.

I giggled while using my fingertips to trace his cock through his pants.

There was absolutely no hiding the result; his cock pulsed against my fingertips. His lips embraced mine as I found my way around his button and zipper. My fingers found their way to his cock, pulling from under his tight boxers. “Sssshhhhhhh,” whispered my lips to his ear.

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