My Handyman Watches Me Play : Milfs Unprotected 12 (Breeding MILF Erotica): Milfs Unprotected, #12

By Tori Westwood

After an argument with my husband I decide to let out my frustrations through pleasure, retiring to the couch for some much-needed relief.  I completely forget that my handyman Justin is due to clean the windows any second.   When he appears at the tall floor-to-ceiling windows I'm frozen in the headlights, wondering if I should escape.

He spots me, legs spread and waiting, but instead of fleeing he holds his gaze.  Read as Justin and I play for each other before I finally take him inside me.  His climax feels so good in my body …

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Sep 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393344766

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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The porn continued on the television, with the back-drop of my confused handyman behind.  He paced across the glass peering in and I stayed reclined on the couch, hoping that it might swallow me up completely.

I’d never known nerves like it, but something about the whole thing was a different kind of naughty.  My finger started to move up and down the inside of my thigh, teasing my pussy and maintaining the excitement as he stood there obliviously.

‘So what if he sees?’ I thought.

Justin put his face to the glass again, using both hands to peer inside.  I watched his eyes scan the room and then settle on me—or more specifically on my exposed pussy.

He froze too, trying to put the pieces together.  I imagine the first surprise was spying a kempt pussy looking back at him, but the next surprise was looking up to see the face of his distraught, mature client above it.

I swallowed hard and so too did Justin.  He pulled his face away and looked around for somewhere to flee to, but with the entire wall covered in glass it made things difficult.  Then he did something I never saw coming.  He put his hands to the window and looked again.

He narrowed his eyes and stared, as though he was trying to confirm his suspicions.  I started to think that perhaps he hadn’t or couldn’t see me—that somehow the reflections of light made things difficult.

Justin took his hand off the glass and I watched as it moved to his crotch, rubbing along the packet that sat in his pants until it was visibly stiff.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.  I started to wonder if he knew that it was