Handy Man

"Are you ready to try a different position?" Nichole said, breaking Jacey out of his trance.

"Hu..wha..." Jacey's brain tried to function without the oxygen supplying blood that had rushed down into his groin.

Nichole pretended not to notice as she finally took the pliers from his hand and stood up. She went out to the computer and paused the recording again, giving Jacey a moment to gather his wits. She also took the time to scan the bathroom for any new ideas. There wasn't much she could think of in the limited space. But that lead her to a different idea...

They set up in the Kitchen for the next part of the recording. Jacey was going to play the plumber in the position of working under the sink. Nichole set the stage with the "tool bag" in the scene once again. She also poured a glass of wine and set the glass and bottle on the counter to be in frame. With a bigger space to work with, Nichole wanted to try to test the possibilities, because who doesn't want to be a movie star or a movie director at some point?

Jacey had the easy job in the whole process, and he was loving nearly every minute of it. He realized that Nichole was doing her poses to look sexy for the camera, and was happy with the eye candy he was getting to feast upon in the process. He didn't realize that a lot of that sexy posing was mostly for his benefit. He just laid on the floor, with his head and arms in the cabinet under sink as if working, and spent a lot of time looking up at Nichole. Sometimes she would be bent down in an exaggerated way, showing off her cleavage. She moved the laptop around to different locations, to capture different angles, and occasionally had Jacey move more in or out of the cabinet to adjust how visible his makeup was.

They did the interactive poses, pretending to pass the pliers, but that was just a small part of the whole set. Nichole explained to Jacey that the "Plumber and the Housewife" was common romantic fantasy, and she was playing her part. She was often posing with the wineglass in her hand. She even drank two glasses, finishing off the bottle she had opened that morning, before they were done. In fact, she was down to the last third of a glass when she had Jacey come out of the cabinet.

She had him still on the floor while she leaned in and down towards him for a pose of offering him the wine glass. The glass clearly had her lipstick on the rim. Jacey propped himself up on one elbow and posed with the glass, as if about to take a drink, with the lipstick mark close to his own mouth, implying the indirect kiss was about to happen. After that pose, Nichole took the glass back and took drank half of the contents.

Without letting Jacey up yet, she knelt down over him, straddling his hips, and held the glass between them. With both their hands on it, it looked as if he had taken a drink and she was taking the glass back. Nichole then emptied the glass.

"Do you want to keep going?" Nichole asked, playing with the empty glass as she gave Jacey a sensual look he was too innocent to recognize.

"Yes," He answered quickly with a nod. He had a nearly half naked woman sitting on his erection at that point and was hoping that some touching and kissing would soon be coming his way.

"Good," She smiled slowly. "Me too." She leaned down, placing the empty glass on the floor a safe distance away. She took the pliers from Jacey and put them with the glass.

Jacey was still on his elbows, propping his shoulders and upper back up off the floor. Nichole leaned down towards him, putting one hand on the floor for support, and lightly touching his makeup enhanced chest with the other. It was all he could do not to grin like fool right then, making him look a little more stern and stoic in the face of her seduction as they held that pose for three seconds.

"Go ahead and touch me," Nichole prompted. "We're getting closer."

Jacey leaned onto one elbow to free an arm, and then reached up to touch Nichole's cheek. He wanted to do more than that, but he needed to work his way up to it. They posed in that position for the camera, then Nichole told him to put his hand on her hip.

"Switch hands," She said after the next pose pause. "So the camera can see where your hand is."

Jacey did, feeling his heart pounding. He did a pose pause with his hand on her hip, and then, before she could say anything, he slid it onto her bottom. He was nervous about how she would react, but then was rewarded by seeing her smile. He smiled back and gave her bottom a squeeze.

"Move your hand up," Nichole urged in a stage whisper. "Like last time."

She she spoke, she arched her back. This did two things. The first was to present her breasts towards Jacey. The second was to grind her crotch down a bit more against his erection.

Jacey was not going to argue with her. He was quick to fill his hand with her bra covered breast. He even gave it a bit of a squeeze, seeing if it would lift her nipple out as it had last weekend. It didn't, but it did make Nichole shiver. That shiver was conducted through her body and down to Jacey's erection, prompting another squeeze. Nichole leaned into his hand, lowering her body a little more, and grinding a little harder against him.

"Hmmm," The soft moan escaped her.

That little sound brought his eyes up from her chest. When he lifted his head and looked Nichole in the face, he saw that she biting at her lower lip.

"Ready?" Nichole asked.

Jacey nodded, not having a clue what he was agreeing to, and not caring at the moment.

That was enough for Nichole. She leaned down and kissed him. This pressed her breast firmly into his hand. Jacey's attention was mostly on that kiss. He tasted the wine she had been drinking as her tongue penetrated his lips, not noticing how he was firmly kneading her breast.

This went on for more than a three second pose pause. For more than a five second pause. Jacey was breathing though his nose, but was still getting light headed. Nichole was lost in the moment and had started to grind fully down on Jacey's erection. She was firmly tucked in place, so she wasn't getting the same thrill from the pressure that he was, but she was still enjoying it.

They both moaned into the kiss as it stretched out. Nichole's free hand had found Jacey's nipple and she was pinching at it not quite hard enough to cause pain. All too soon, all the sensations became too much for Jacey. He was doing his best to grind against Nichole, and he wasn't even aware of it. But finally, it was enough. The orgasm hit him hard.

Nichole felt his erection throb under her as his body stiffened. She had her own small orgasm then, thrilled from the physical sensations, and from the mental rush of having gotten Jacey to cum. Her body shook against his with the excitement and pleasure of the moment. As the pleasure ebbed, Nichole broke the kiss with a sigh.

"Hmmm" Nichole relaxed into Jacey.

Jacey let his elbow slide aside so he could lay back on the floor. Nichole let herself rest on top of him as she slowly rolled her hips, enjoying the sensuality of the moment. Jacey just looked at the ceiling as he enjoyed the feeling of her body against his, her covered breast still pressed into his hand, and the afterglow of his orgasm.

"I think that is enough for now," Nichole said after a a brief rest. Her head was spinning a little, but the rush of the moment had passed and her thoughts were clearing up. She started to move, pulling her weight off of Jacey's hips and onto her knees. This put her face comfortably close to his, so she gave him another intimate, but brief kiss.

"Let's get cleaned up and have lunch," Nichole managed to say as she climbed to her feet, finally letting Jacey's hand fall from her breast.

Once standing, she held out her hand to offer him help in getting up. Jacey accepted the hand up, but once up he didn't look directly at her. His rush was over as well, and he was embarrassed about his loss of self control again. He tried to buy a little time to gather himself by straitening out his clothes. That was when he noticed that the makeup on his chest was all messed up. He looked at Nichole then and saw that her lipstick was messed up a little, and that there were traces of makeup on her bra and robe.

"We made a mess with the makeup," Jacey said as he pointed to her clothing.

"Huh?" Nichole followed his gesture and looked down, but couldn't see anything.

"It's on your bra. The makeup from my chest."

Nichole did something then that Jacey had never expected, and had a hard time believing had happened. Looking back, Nichole was shocked by what she did, but amused at how it all turned out as well. To see what Jacey was talking about, the wine-buzzed Nichole pulled the bottom of her bra away from her body and lifted it up so she could see the part normally hidden under her breasts from her field of view. This let her see the makeup Jacey had mention. It also let her bare breasts fall out from under her bra.

"I guess I need to clean up too," Nichole said as she turned away from Jacey. She stopped the recording on the laptop and started for the master bedroom.

Jacey watched her leave the kitchen with his mouth hanging open in shock.

He finally managed to give himself a shake and get his brain going again after he was alone in the kitchen. The first thing he did then was to check the laptop Nichole had left open on a chair. He moved it to the table and sat down to see what he could. The recording application was still open on the screen. The last frame showed Nichole bending forward to stop the recording, filling the screen with her free hanging breasts. Jacey realized that she had paused the recording, and had not stopped it. He hit the stop button and was given the save prompt.

Hell yes he wanted to save the recording! He saved it to the desktop as plmbr-wf-01. It would be easy to find that way. A quick look at the screen told him that the laptop had a wi-fi connection with internet access. Jacey quickly opened the browser and signed in to one of his email accounts. It was his spam account, the one he used for all those things that ask for an email address, like store giveaways and game trials, but that he didn't really care about, and didn't want to clog up his main accounts. He then drafted an email to one of his better accounts, compressed the video file and attached it to the draft, then emailed it to himself.

Logging out and clearing the history of what he had done took less than a minute. He then closed the laptop, knowing that it would just go into sleep mode. Jacey then gathered himself, and his courage, and picked up his bag, to head to the bedroom.