Maddy & The Carpet Fitters

"I'm sure you did," she replied, looking him straight in the eyes, and determined to show him that she was not a woman who was an easy pushover. If he was making any plans to slap any increase's on the price for their work, then he would have to work hard to get the better of her.

"So. Everything has been cleared out of the way for you upstairs, both on the stairs and the landing. I've got some work to do in my studio down here, but you can call me if you need anything."

Steve smirked and nodded back towards her.

"Thanks Maddy, we will."

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Leaving the two guys to their own devices, Maddy settled down to work in her studio once again, planning to put together the finishing touches to her new painting before the evening was out. As long as she could make this self-imposed deadline, then there would be every chance that the piece would be ready for the optical printers to make the master copies they required, from which the finished display prints were made. It would be good to get this one out of the way so that she could focus on a couple of the other commissions she had on order.

After working for a short while, she paused-- once again taking a step back to evaluate her work. Maddy sighed and tutted with frustration, realising that the changes she had been trying to make didn't appear to be having the effect she wanted.

Upstairs, the two carpet-fitters could be heard busily working to take up her old carpeting on the landing. They had already cleared the carpet from the stairs-- it had quickly and easily disappeared, practically falling to pieces as the guys had begun to lift and remove it.

The older of the two, Steve, was whistling an annoying tune. Maddy couldn't properly tell what tune he was trying to produce, but the sound didn't sound at all harmonious to her ears from here. No wonder I can't concentrate with him making that racket, she told herself angrily.

She put down her brush and crossed the hallway to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of cool water from the jug in the fridge, glad to be taking a break and hoping that it might help to clear her mind. As she stepped into the studio once again she heard a slight movement behind her.

"Wow!" Kyle was standing at the foot of the stairs in the hallway, a roll of old carpet under his arm, and a look of amazed wonder on his face as he regarded the painting, which leaned vertically against its easel behind her.

Maddy jumped slightly, not having heard the young guy come down the stairs.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, apologetically. "I didn't mean to startle you. That painting is gorgeous, did you do it?"

Maddy pulled herself together, quickly gathering her wits about her once again as the young apprentice put down the carpet roll and stepped up to the open studio doorway.

"It's okay...I didn't hear you come down, that's all. And yes, the painting is one of mine, a new commission. Do you like it?"

Kyle nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, I do. I graduated from art college a few years back. I only managed to get a second-class degree, but that was way better than my Mum and Dad ever imagined I'd do. But human form studies was one of the speciality modules I took. I really loved it."

Maddy shivered, finding the enthusiasm of the young man to be quite stimulating, and in stark contrast to the doubts which she herself had been having about the painting earlier.

"I love the lines of her body. You've caught the light in just the right way around the curve of her hips, just like we were taught to do in our classes back in college. It's really... well, sexy."

His cheeks blushed and Maddy smiled at the young man's reaction, feeling good about the fact that here was someone who liked her work, even though she herself thought that it had a little way yet to go before it was finished.

But she also couldn't help but notice something else.

Kyle flushed and absent-mindedly reached down to the front of his pants to adjust a growing erection, settling his young cock a little more comfortably within his pants. Maddy nibbled her lip, slightly embarrassed, and hoping that he hadn't noticed that she had seen him do it, but it was too late.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I...." Kyle was apologetic and rather flustered at being caught out by the more mature woman.

Maddy smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

"No need to apologise. It's better for you to feel comfortable... you've still got a quite a bit of work to do today haven't you?"

The young man nodded and backed himself out towards the door.

"Er, yes. I... I suppose I'd better get back to it then."

"Okay... see you later."

Maddy turned back to the painting as he left her alone, looking the image over carefully... trying to see her work through the eyes of her young visitor.

She smiled with satisfaction, visualising once again the rather attractive bulge in the front of his jeans. It made her think once again about the fantasy she had masturbated to in the shower, the one about her young neighbour Ben. Once again she couldn't help but start to feel a warm tingle developing inside her.

If it gives him a hard-on then what am I worrying about? Maybe the painting is more finished than I thought it was? ...she thought with a smile.

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Maddy continued her work on the painting as best as she could, but she found it more and more difficult to concentrate. The sound of the two men working upstairs quickly became a distraction for her on a number of levels.

She noted that Kyle hardly made a sound as he worked, but his older workmate Steve was a different matter altogether. He hadn't shut up since he had first arrived-- alternately humming and whistling incessantly as he worked-- with most of the racket being tuneless and discordant to her ears.

But there was also something else. A series of feelings began to grow within her. Sweet reminders of past times when she had not been so alone in the world.

Memories of some of her earlier encounters with men began to come back to her as she allowed her thoughts to drift; enjoyable times when she had worked in environments where she had been surrounded by members of the opposite sex-- of all shapes, sizes and persuasions. In her mind these were still the best times of her life which, on occasions, she would find herself sorely missing.

Maddy had dearly loved being around the male sex but would often find herself being left disappointed, with nothing but total disdain for them. Her two failed marriages; the first at twenty-one, the second at thirty-five; existed as prime examples of this. Both husbands had at first been charming; treating her with respect, being loving and tender. But she had soon found that the men she had chosen exhibited what she so detested in the others.

The way men would sometimes look upon herself (and also other women) as just someone who was there to please or pander to their wishes. A few had behaved aggressively toward her, not caring for her own sensibilities, but merely their own. She had quickly learned to separate herself from these people and the waves of testosterone she sometimes detected when they were around her, as soon as she could.

So great had been her disappointment, Maddy had taken the decision a few years hence, to give up on the opposite sex. Her last marriage had finished on her fortieth birthday, and she had spent the past six years since then determined to be happy, and remain on her own.

No longer would she put up with arrogant guys stringing her along, with even the most courteous and gentle individuals sometimes allowing their inflated ego's to break free-- causing them to display a vain contemptuousness for the needs of any woman who they met. She had long thought that such an attitude might often disguise the real man which lay beneath; perhaps a more sensitive beast who possessed an infinite set of perceived insecurities and used his self-opinionated arrogance as a cloak to conceal them.

Hang on.... so have I just described Steve the carpet fitter?

The thought slipped into her mind swiftly and without warning. She felt her mouth drying and swallowed hard, her body remembering once again the thoughts she had experienced in the shower.

They might well drive you crazy, but you miss their attention now, don't you? Come on... just admit it.

Maddy smiled as she questioned herself, sitting down to lean back into her office chair, releasing a low sigh-- a gentle warmth now building within her loins. Almost involuntarily, she tightened her pussy muscles, twisting her buttocks against the cushion in an attempt to give herself a little release.

Steve's incessant whistling was clearly to be heard upstairs, reminding her of the presence of these two strangers in her home once again. She recalled Steve's eyes; piercing and delightful; looking her brazenly up and down after they had first met.

Two attractive strangers upstairs... she thought. If only I could see what they were doing, to sit and watch them working. How nice would that be?

Looking at the painting she slowly opened her legs, allowing a hand to slide across her mons and touch herself through her clothing, as she let her mind drift.

"Maddy?"

Kyle's voice rang out suddenly from the doorway behind her as he stepped down from the staircase. Realising that she was no longer alone she quickly sat upright; bringing her legs together as she forced her mind back into focus, hoping that the young man had not seen what she had been doing.

"Y..yes, Kyle? Is everything okay?" she stammered, slightly blushing as she turned in the chair.

The young man was standing in the doorway, his clothing now having been loosened around his body as he worked-- with several buttons unfastened on his shirt in an attempt to keep him cool in the summer heat.

"Steve asks if he can see you for a couple of minutes. There's a problem with the door trims he wants you to take a look at."

"Oh, right. I'll go up now," Maddy answered, relieved that Kyle had not seemed to have seen her touching herself.

"I've got some cutting I need to do out in the garden. I'll keep the door closed over while I'm out there, okay?"

Maddy nodded and stood up, straightening herself and her clothing out before leaving him to his own devices. Kyle turned and stepped out of the door, a wry smile on his face as he took out his phone and began to text his boss on the upstairs landing.

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"Sorry to disturb you Maddy, but I need you to look at this with me."

Steve was on his knees just inside her bedroom door, slipping his phone back into his pocket as he began to fiddle with one of the door trims she had specially ordered. He straightened himself up as she came up the stairs and stepped onto the landing.

"What's up? Is there a problem?" Maddy asked, her composure mostly returned.

Steve nodded.

"'Fraid so. The trims are the wrong size. Either you've misquoted the depth of flooring you have here in the bedroom or the office has taken it down incorrectly. These are made to order and so it won't fit properly without it leaving a gap."

Maddy looked down at him and the golden strip of metal he was holding out to her. Like his younger apprentice he must have been feeling the heat in her tiny cottage, and he'd rolled his sleeves up and unbuttoned his shirt almost down to the navel. Maddy took in the sight of his tanned and muscular body which was hidden beneath his clothing. She was therefore hearing his words but found herself not really concentrating on what he was trying to say.

"Er... Have you a... another one you can use? Can I change the order altogether maybe and get the right one sent out?"

Steve shook his head, half-smiling as he mulled over the information he had just received in Kyle's text. He sighed heavily and shrugged.

"Not really..." he replied, "...at least, not without being charged again. The office will probably blame your measurements and say that you should have checked out the details more thoroughly before you signed the order. Sorry... but that's what usually happens."

He sat back on his buttocks, appearing to genuinely seem apologetic that such an inconvenience had occurred. He chewed on his lip, seemingly trying to think of a way around the situation for her.

"I might have something in the van which I can use as a replacement. It's a lot more expensive than the one they gave me here though, so I'll have to justify the cost properly to the office."

"I don't really want to be spending too much on this. Will it cost a lot to replace it?" Maddy asked, now beginning to feel somewhat angry with herself that she had apparently made such a fundamental mistake.

Steve rose slowly to his feet, standing a good foot or so taller than the woman. He didn't reply right away, but instead looked her up and down with long thoughtful glances. It was obvious that he was liking what he saw.

Maddy flushed, feeling a little uncomfortable at first, but then she smiled nervously, realising that the thoughts and feelings which she had been experiencing earlier were returning, and she found herself beginning to admire the stranger in the same way as he was doing to her.

"There's a difference of fifty quid maybe. It definitely wouldn't be covered by the money you've paid so far. I could ring the office to get you a proper quote if you need one."

Maddy shook her head.

"It's not that important to me really. Just forget about it and I'll get it done at some point later."

She glanced up at him, expecting him to respond to what she had said, but he didn't-- instead choosing to hold her gaze; his eyes glinting, covering hidden thoughts behind them which she could only guess at.

Maddy began to turn away from him to return back downstairs but he suddenly took hold of her arm-- holding her gently, but firmly. Her face flushed at his touch, his hand felt strong, powerful. She snatched her breath and held it.

"Or, if you like. We could... well, come to some sort of an arrangement," he said softly.

Maddy's eyes widened as she looked up at him. Was she imagining this or did she now see something in his eyes, or was she imagining the entire thing?

"Wh...whatever do you mean," she breathed, her arms now trembling and her legs beginning to feel weak beneath her. Steve released her arm and stepped slowly across to the bed, picking up a pillow from the headboard before returning back to face her.

"Well, I suppose I mean that we could... help each other out as it were."

He stepped up close to her, holding her gaze with his brightly shining eyes, he dropped the pillow down onto the floor between them. Her breathing immediately intensified and quickened. Her heart began to pound in her chest-- her pert shapely breasts suddenly heaving and straining within her bra, the dark red buds of her nipples growing erect and engorged.

Maddy glanced down at the pillow, lying on the floor at his feet, not immediately understanding his intention. My god! Is this really happening?, she thought.

"I'm sorry, but I still don't quite understand what you mean," she said softly.

"Here. Let me help you," he replied, bringing his palm up to softly stroke her face. "Why don't you kneel down, baby."

His hand dropped to her shoulder and he gently pushed downward. This additional force, coupled with the trembling she now felt coursing through her entire body, was enough to have the desired effect. Maddy's hands automatically shot up to grip his waist, steadying herself as she slowly dropped to rest her knees on the soft downy pillow, her face now almost directly opposite his crotch.

Her mouth suddenly felt rather dry and she licked her lips, trying desperately to get moisture across them. Her body, still trembling, burned with a growing desire.

It had been years since her last encounter like this, feeling a raw need and passionate longing for sex with a man-- now a total stranger no less. Maddy could sense Steve's obvious arousal which also triggered a similar effect on her and she believed he was well aware of the effect he was having on her as well.

Instead of being appalled and pulling away, Maddy's body began to flood with desire as she stroked his hips and legs gently with her fingers, keeping her hands firmly fixed to his body. In front of her eyes, behind the constraining material of his khaki work trousers, there was a sudden movement, a slight twitch, his cock rapidly growing in size and wanting to be freed.

"I'll leave it up to you, baby," he said softly. "I believe it was called 'bartering' back in the day. You want something from me, so you can give me something in return. It's all your own choice."

Maddy swallowed hard.

She had dreamt about having similar encounters for years but had never imagined that she would finally get the opportunity to fulfil one of her fantasies and have raw sex with a total stranger. She had always imagined that the event would take place outside her home-- somewhere else-- and definitely not in her own bedroom, with the carpet fitter's apprentice working away downstairs, at the moment apparently oblivious to what they were doing here.

So, it's up to me is it, she thought, echoing Steve's words to her, which were helping to set her womanhood alight. Let's see just what he has in mind.

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A sudden boldness gripped her, as if her mind and body had been injected with a heady mixture of alcohol and adrenalin. This was her house, her bedroom, her domain. At last she began to feel strong and daring enough to take control of the situation.

"So it's here? If I want it, you say?"

Steve smiled at her wickedly, glad that she now appeared to be understanding the options he was making available to her.

"Just as I said... its all yours, if you want it."

Maddy paused, licking her lips as she looked up at him.

He was the perfect example of her arrogant lover, enjoying the fact that he had her precisely in the place he wished her to be. She gazed into his eyes which were narrowed with purpose, so obviously filled with his need and lust for her. But he was also too cocksure for his own good. If he felt that he was in control of the situation then she would make damn sure that he now started learning lessons from her.

Slowly she brought her hands around to the front of his crotch and took hold of his belt buckle, working it free with her fingers while she continued to hold her gaze up at him solidly-- hardly blinking-- locking her eyes into his own. She could feel her pussy beginning to dampen, her juices oozing out onto her cotton panties. She found herself aroused even more as she watched his passion rise from the effects of her actions.

Her lips curled into a lascivious smile.

"Do you make a habit of seducing women who are living on their own?"

Steve chuckled, his confidence growing.

"Not at all. I'll seduce anyone I like. But I seem to have a good knack when it comes to choosing the women I'd like to fuck. My success rate has been rather good up to now."

Maddy moaned softly as she unfastened the top button of his pants. She took hold of the zipper, pulling it down slowly with one hand while reaching inside it with the other. She felt his cock twitch again as her fingers stroked its length from the outside of his shorts. In one move she pulled both garments downward, to fall unceremoniously down to the floor.

Maddy gasped as his cock sprang out of his clothing in front of her. It was at least nine inches of hard solid meat, thicker than average in girth, and standing up proudly to attention while pointing directly at her face. She moved her mouth a little closer to its tip.

"So you want to fuck me do you," she asked softly, breathing the words out across his impressive engorged rod.

Steve nodded, releasing a deep groan from the back of his throat as he felt her hands begin to move expertly across his loins, caressing them softly, before spitting into her palm and taking hold of his cock with light and responsive fingers. Maddy encircled, caressed, squeezed-- until she finally began to pump his rod with her right hand while cupping and squeezing his ball-sack with her left.