Luv Dreams Part 3

Melinda was in a rut. An attractive woman in her early thirties, she had been married 7 years to a successful surgeon. She saw very little of him for the last few years and was beginning to have trouble remembering when was the last time she had sex with her husband. She worked part time as a bookkeeper at the country club. She had been indulging in some fantasies about Dave, the tennis pro. Mostly she just tried to keep busy. One of the her big time occupiers was remodeling her spacious home. She decided that the deck was too small for her renovation plans, and decided to hire a handyman to expand it. She asked around, and found out that her neighbors all recommended Frank Defeo. She was intrigued by the wistful, longing glances they made when they mentioned Frank, soon she would know why.
The bell rang and Melinda steeled herself for some hard bargaining, Frank was here to hear what she wanted done and to give an estimate. She might be wealthy, but when it came to contractors, the stingy side of her reared its dragonhead. She answered the door and all her well-rehearsed lines and stratagems evaporated like a morning fog before a bright summer sun.
What stood before her on the threshold of her home, could only be described as a vision. The light from the sun at that angle created a halo around his head accenting the apparition of male beauty that stood before her. His face was handsome in a way that was purely masculine, exhibiting the freshness of youth without seeming boyish or feminine. It was framed by brown wavy tresses, and highlighted by a strong chin, classic nose, symmetrical features, and two deep brown soulful orbs that pierced her heart as if they shot crossbow bolts. His tight t-shirt, moistened by the sweat of a deck job he had completed a few minutes earlier, was like a second skin, revealing the contours of two massive slabs of pectoral muscles and a enviable set of washboard abs. A pair of bulging biceps could hardly be contained by each short shirtsleeve. Around his narrow waist hung a tool belt, below which were a set of tight cut-off jeans under which jutted two massive tree-trunk thews of quadriceps muscle.
Melinda was speechless, her lips instinctively licking her lips. Her pupils dilated, her nipples became erect, and her loins were anointed with an inviting dew, ready for the lover she had dreamed of all her life. Melinda was lost in a fog of awe and desire. As Frank spoke, she heard only sound, and through her nostrils swirled pheromones that penetrated her being heart and soul, delivering her heart and soul to the stranger before her. She led the Olympian god into her home, and pointed out a number of projects inside and out, that needed to be done. The gorgeous dreamboat wrote down figures, and whatever estimate he pro-offered, she accepted without question or debate. To such a man, the only answer is yes. He made some suggestions for projects, which she agreed to with relish, for the more times she could bring this fantasy in the flesh back to her, the better. Frank sketched out a plan for the new deck even grander than what she had dreamed of and she gave the affirmative, despite the fact that it made Swiss cheese of the budget she had originally anticipated. Whenever he spoke, all she saw were the alluring lips that framed the words, wishing she could kiss them. Frank asked her whether she would need her husband’s approval for all the work, but at this point she had essentially forgotten the existence of her spouse, so little did he resemble a man in comparison to the paragon of masculinity and virility that was Frank Defeo. Before she knew what she was doing, she had wrapped her arms around the powerful shoulders and was kissing him passionately. Frank was momentarily taken back by the surprise rush, but in a flash joined in the embrace and the kissing.
As Melinda grew a bit wobbly on her feet, Frank swept her up into his strong arms and carried her to the bedroom. There Frank, the handyman hammered away, screwing her brains out with his power drill, wrenching his sinew in rippling contractions, contortions and extensions as they wrestled in the most ferocious, passionate and energetic love-making she had ever experienced. She let out cries of delight so loud, that all down the block, neighbors were trying to figure out what the sound was from-save those ladies in the neighborhood, who had already enlisted the services of Frank, the handyman. A year later, when a friend was asking Melinda who had done that fantastic work on her porch and house, Melinda mentioned Frank with a wistful, longing look, as she burped her beautiful baby of the same name, with curly brown hair, and penetrating brown eyes.