My new home required some repair and remodeling when I moved in. Online, I located a contractor with top-notch references. We clicked right away when he came over for an estimate on the first day. After I hired him, everything went really smoothly. I would spend time chatting with him about what was needed, supplies, etc., each time he arrived at work, which wasn't every day but rather a few of days each week. It was obvious that passionate feelings were being shared. Similar to other building projects, there were unforeseen expenses and plan modifications. I saved a small sum of money specifically for this employment, but ultimately I ran out. However, I had a strategy. He worked sort of late one summer evening, and I gave him a beverage when he was done. We spent several hours relaxing on the patio in the end. Since nobody else was home, I took action. I began by just sitting close enough to him so that when I moved in my chair, my legs and feet would unintentionally rub against his. My legs were stretched out and resting on the side of his chair after a few beers, and gradually his hand found them. He couldn't resist since, of course, they were silky smooth and tanned. I began to rub his cock through his jeans with my bare feet.That barely lasted a few minutes before his hands began to move toward my already-wet pussy, moving up my legs and into my shorts. I was on my knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, and putting his cock in my mouth in a matter of minutes. I love sucking cock so much, and as I sank his entire length down my throat until I bottomed out, I heard his moans of pleasure, which was really nice.  I kept going, preparing myself in my mind to swallow a load, not knowing how big it would be and hoping it would taste well.But he had other ideas. I thought he was going to blow me away, but instead he pulled me up and instructed me to move on. I gladly obeyed because I love to fuck while riding. He filled my pussy after I gave him a hard time in the chair on my patio. After he was done, I told him he could fuck me every time he worked at my house until the task was done because I was out of money. After a month, the task was completed. He even occasionally brought in more assistance, which I "paid" for—very generously. Since then, he has gone on to other positions and is fully booked, but I still need a lot of little things done.Currently searching for a new handyman….