The Contractor (Shemale Surprise)

"Bye honey, have a good time," I called out as my wife took her keys from the hook by the door and slid on her sunglasses.

She blew a kiss over her shoulder and opened the front door, disappearing into the shimmering late-afternoon heat. July in Texas is hot, and I didn't envy her the oven she was about to climb into as she left for a girls' night out with some friends from work. She worked in a law office as a paralegal, and they'd been planning this evening for weeks.

The click of the closing door signaled my return to the cool and quiet of the house, and I turned to go upstairs to my office. Turning on the lights to the small space, I sat down at my desk and began digging into the neat stack of papers, tile samples, and sticky notes

We'd been saving up for and planning to remodel our bathroom for well over a year, and the last week had been spent pricing fixtures and tile, collecting samples, and meeting local contractors for estimates. We had one more coming by later this evening before we made a decision and pulled the trigger, and I had a good feeling about this one. I'd been texting with Casey from Stateside Remodeling for a couple of days, and I already liked him: he was respectful and to the point in his messages, and was exceptionally well-reviewed. He was scheduled to drop by in an hour or so to take a look at the bathroom and go over the remodel, and then we'd finally be able to choose a contractor and get started. I poured myself a small whiskey from the dry bar and began organizing the notes on my desk.

The next hour passed quickly, and I glanced up in surprise when I heard the doorbell ring. Downing the last sip of whiskey in the glass, I set it down and made my way to the front door. Opening it, I was met with my first surprise of the evening: Casey was a woman.

I blinked in momentary surprise, then smiled and extended my hand. "Hi, you must be Casey - come on in, it's hotter than the witness stand at a Trump trial out there."

She laughed, revealing a lovely smile framing perfectly white teeth, and stepped through the door. "Thanks, great to meet you," she replied in a somewhat husky voice, and I closed the door behind her.

Although I'm happily married, I couldn't help but notice that she was really quite lovely. She looked to be late-20's / early 30's; long, dark brown hair was tied up in a messy bun above a gentle, heart-shaped face, and her white blouse and blue jeans subtly accented what appeared to be an hourglass figure. She stood only a few inches shorter than me, and despite her slight figure she didn't appear to be struggling with the large, heavy-duty briefcase she carried in her left hand.

I ushered her down the entrance hall and into the kitchen, where she set her briefcase down and glanced around at the clean granite countertops and gleaming appliances.

"Nice place you have here," she said.

"Thanks," I replied, making my way to the fridge. "It isn't big, but we've enjoyed overhauling it over the years." I opened the fridge and pulled a couple of ales from the door, the amber liquid glinting in the evening light streaming through the windows. "Can I tempt you with something cold?"

"That sounds great, actually, thanks," she said. I twisted the cap off and handed her the glass bottle. She took a sip as I twisted off my own bottlecap, and said, "Well, shall we?" as I tossed the caps on the counter.

"You bet, the bathroom is this way," I said, leading her past the kitchen island. Picking up her briefcase, she followed me through the master bedroom and into the master bath.

"Here we are," I said, standing to one side.

Setting her briefcase down again, she took a moment to take in the small closet, enclosed toilet room, garden tub, and small shower. Nodding her head slightly to herself, she said, "Looks good. Will your wife be joining us? The online inquiry mentioned you both."

"I'm afraid not, she's out with some friends from work." I replied.

Casey glanced over at me. "So part of what we'll do here is make selections on tile and materials, so we can give an accurate estimate. Does she want to be here for that?"

I shook my head. "She and I have been going over this stuff for weeks and we have similar taste." I grinned. "She trusts me to pick the right ones."

Casey grinned back and shrugged. "Alright then, let's get cracking." She bent down to pick up her case. Setting it down on the bathroom counter, she opened it, revealing a designer's display of tile samples, countertop options, paint swatches, and more.

We spent the next hour discussing what my wife and I wanted in the way of the remodel, looking over countertops and fixture options, considering ways to expand the closet, and improve the lighting. I'll admit that I very much enjoyed Casey's company. She had a good sense of humor, and her attitude was both professional and flirty...she would occasionally lean forward to write something down, offering a glimpse down the front of her blouse, and I couldn't help but enjoy the view when she bent over the edge of the tub to inspect the faucet (something she did quite ostentatiously, I thought.) At last, we turned our attention to the shower.

"So what are we doing with this?" asked Casey, leaning against the counter and surveying the plastic tub and shower.

"We hate this thing," I replied, mimicking her position on the other side of the counter. "We'd like to tear it out and convert it to a tiled walk-in shower, no tub."

She nodded, scribbling notes onto an already-full page on her notepad.

"Alright, let's see," she muttered to herself. Setting her notepad down, Casey opened the shower door and stepped into the small space, noting the position of the showerhead and eyeballing the width from the back wall to the door frame into the bathroom.

"Okay, so we could fully remove the shower and tub, along with the wall separating them," she said, still standing inside the shower space. She turned to face the back wall. "It isn't super wide, but you'll still have around three feet of width, and we can even install a bench below the showerhead, say 15-to-18 inches." She turned and grinned at me. "Us ladies like to have a place to sit."

I grinned back. "Sounds good to me."

She surveyed the shower again. "Do me a favor, will you?" she said. "Come in here for a sec, I want to get a feel for the width."

I raised my eyebrows. "In there with you?"

She looked over at me and raised an eyebrow of her own. "I'm assuming there'll be two people in here from time to time," she replied with a knowing grin. "Relax."

It seemed a little inappropriate somehow, but after a moment I shrugged it off and stepped into the shower space with her, leaving as much space between us as possible. She eyeballed the space around us.

"Definitely need more room," she muttered. She took a small step toward me, closing the small gap between us as she turned to take a measurement. As she did so, the edge of her jeans slid slightly across the front of mine and I instantly began to harden at the sensation. Her eyes lifted to meet mine, and for a brief moment neither of us said anything.

I swallowed, feeling my face redden slightly despite myself. Her flirting was becoming more and more overt, and I felt myself being drawn deeper and deeper into the brown eyes only inches from my own. As the moment stretched on, I suddenly felt myself abandon all sense of reason, and I leaned forward, my lips touching hers. She didn't pull away, but instead parted her lips slightly, lifting her chin and leaned into the kiss.

I pulled away, suddenly very aware of what I'd just done.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I stammered, trying to take a step back, but I was immediately met with the shower wall and had nowhere to go. "I don't know what made me do that."

She considered me for a moment, as if mentally weighing her words, then said, "I do." Taking a step forward, she took my chin in her hand and pulled my face down to meet hers.

If the last kiss was tentative, this one was anything but. Casey aggressively gripped my chin as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I ran my own tongue over hers, and pulled her waist to me. She took a step forward and pushed me up against the shower wall, and I felt a stab of discomfort as the shower knob pressed into my back. Ignoring my grunt of pain, Casey pressed up against me harder still, and as I twisted slightly to adjust for the shower knob in my back, I felt it catch on the edge of my shirt. With a squeak and a hiss of running water, we both gasped as cold water suddenly poured down onto us from above, instantly soaking us.

I pulled away in surprise and started to turn around to shut off the water, but Casey grabbed my chin again and turned me back to face her.

"Nu-uh," she grinned deviously, and kissed me again. The water was warming up now, our soaked clothes clinging to our bodies as we continued kissing. Glancing down, I could see through her wet blouse to the black bra beneath it, and my hands reached around and squeezed her buttocks, lifting her onto her toes as we kissed.

Suddenly overcome with reckless abandon, we began tearing at each other's clothes in a frenzied rush to shed our wet layers. Raising my arms above my head, I allowed Casey to pull my shirt up and over, hearing a "splat" as it landed on the bathroom floor. I fumbled at the buttons of her blouse, unable to see through the falling water and frantic kisses, until the last one gave way and I thrust it over her shoulders, baring her bra. Casey reached behind her and unclasped it, allowing it to fall away and exposing a pair of incredibly proportioned C-cup breasts, her nipples hardening with sudden touch of cold air.

Suddenly kneeling down in front me, water streaming down her face and bare torso, Casey unzipped my jeans and forcefully yanked them down, my underwear clinging to them in a tangled wet mess. Barely taking the time to pull them over my feet and cast them aside, she took my hard member in her hand and thrust it into her mouth. I gasped as I felt all seven inches slide into warmth, my tip sliding along the back of her throat.

Casey began bobbing her head up and down, eyes closed against the streaming shower water, as she slid her mouth up and around my shaft, small moans escaping her lips as she gasped for air.

"Oh god," I groaned, feeling her tongue caress the tip of my dick. She clearly knew what she was doing, and I knew that I wouldn't last long if she kept that up.

"Stop," I gasped, "or I'm gonna cum." Ignoring me, Casey sucked harder, her hands reaching around and squeezing my ass cheeks, pulling me towards her face as her tongue rolled over and around my dick. Unable to contain myself any longer, I gripped her wet hair in my hands and groaned as I came, feeling her throat constrict around me as she swallowed streams of hot cum.

Emerging for air at last, Casey grinned up at me. "My turn," she said. Standing up, she rinsed her mouth in the running shower water and spat to one side. Then, placing both hands on my shoulders, she pressed down.

I willingly sank to my knees allowing my hands to run down her perfectly formed breasts to the edge of her jeans. Unbuttoning them, I pulled down hard on the wet denim...and was met with the biggest shock of my life as a rock hard cock sprang forth from the soaked fabric, slapping wetly against my cheek.

I barely had time to gape in astonishment and collect my thoughts before I felt Casey's hands grasp my head, and she unceremoniously shoved her dick into my mouth with a moan of pleasure.

I'd never had a dick in my mouth before, and it took a moment for me to organize my thoughts. The taste was unfamiliar and slightly pungent, and it completely filled my mouth, to the point where I had a hard time breathing or moving my tongue. Glancing up, past the perfect breasts above me, I could see the face of a beautiful woman, eyes closed in ecstasy...and I made a choice.

Reaching up and gripping her ass cheeks as she had gripped mine, I took a deep breath through my nose and began sliding my lips up and down her shaft, feeling my tongue move over the ridged veins and along the head of her penis, running over the tip and then sliding down again to the base. I silently thanked my luck that she couldn't have been more than 5.5 to 6 inches, any longer and I wasn't sure I could take it all in my mouth.

I continued sucking her cock, my spit mingling with the running shower water and making slurping sounds. It suddenly occurred to me that I was kind of enjoying this...although admittedly uncomfortable at first, I was getting into a rhythm, and the realization that I was on my knees sucking this woman's dick started to harden my own again. Reaching down, I started stroking myself as my head moved back and forth on Casey's shaft, her moans of pleasure arousing me even further.

Suddenly pulling away, her cock making a slight "pop" as it emerged from my mouth, Casey bent down and kissed me passionately underneath the running water, our tongues hungrily seeking each other in the warmth of the shower.

Wordlessly, Casey reached up and grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the ledge. Squirting a glob onto her hand, she lathered my hardened dick from top to bottom until it was covered in bubbles and soap. Grinning, she turned around and suspended herself above my throbbing cock. Sliding a shampoo-soaked finger into her asshole, she lubricated herself with it, allowing me to watch a moment in awe. Then, removing her finger, she guided herself downward until the tip of my cock was poised at the entrance to her puckered anus. She hovered a moment, then in a single swift movement she forcefully dropped herself down, impaling herself on my dick with a cry of mixed delight and pain.

I gasped alongside her as I was gripped by the tight hole I'd found myself in, then exhaled in pleasure as she began bouncing up and down on my dick. Still on my knees, leaning backward, I ran my hands up her bare wet back and down over her glistening ass cheeks as I watched my dick disappear into her body again and again and again. Her breathing became shallow and ragged as she rammed herself down onto me time after time, and although my calves were screaming in protest, I continued to meet each downward movement with my own thrust, pushing myself inside her as deeply as I could.

Unable to maintain that position any longer, I suddenly propelled myself forward into an upright kneeling position, forcing Casey to her knees as well with a small yelp of surprise. Bent slightly with her butt sticking out towards me, Casey splayed her hands against the wall of the small shower space and grunted in pleasure as I pushed myself back into her from behind, her ass making a small splash each time it met my thrusts.

Harder and faster, I rammed myself deep into her ass, and as she moaned louder and louder I knew I couldn't last much longer.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum," I gasped. She suddenly pulled forward, releasing my cock from the grip of her anus, and stood up.

"Not yet," she grinned devilishly. Seeing her standing above me, her still-hard cock waving near my face, I leaned forward, intending to take her into my mouth again. But Casey had other ideas.

Placing her hand on my forehead, she pushed firmly until it was against the wall of the shower. Then, in a single movement, she reached down and grabbed my legs, pulling up hard. I gave a small yell of surprise, suddenly finding myself on my back in the small shower, my legs propped on either side of Casey up against the shower wall, my ass in the air.

Still grinning down at me, Casey took another glob of shampoo from the bottle, this time lathering up her own cock. Suddenly very aware of my exposed position and realizing Casey's intentions, I made as if to stand.

"Hang on a sec -"

"Oh no you don't," interrupted Casey, her face shining with laughter. "It's my turn now, honey." And with that, she bent her knees and lowered herself down, the tip of her cock just touching my anus. Flat on my back and my legs spread on either side of her, I had no place to go. Casey lined herself up with the entrance to my asshole, and gently started pushing.

My mouth opened slightly as the pressure below mounted, and I gasped as I felt the head of her cock suddenly slip inside me. She held there a moment, crouched above me, then leaning forward over and bracing herself against the wall above my head, she grinned at me one more time and thrust down hard.

I roared as I felt my ass split, penetrated by this woman's rock hard cock, and although I attempted to instinctively recoil I had nowhere to go. My hands and legs braced against the shower walls, hot water still pouring down our bodies, I lay there and gasped as she fucked my asshole, ramming herself into me balls deep with each thrust.

At first all I felt was pain, but after a moment, pain became a hint of pleasure, until I found myself unconsciously lifting my butt slightly to allow her a better angle. She noticed the subtle movement, and laughed.

"Feels fucking amazing, doesn't it?" she panted, her wet hair hanging down over my face as she continued fucking me. Lost in pleasure, I could do nothing but gasp my agreement.

Reaching down, I held my own ass cheeks apart as wide as I could, watching in amazement as this beautiful woman's cock continued to disappear into my body. Still braced with one hand, Casey reached down as well and began stroking my hard dick while she fucked me, her hand and her cock matching strokes as she thrust in and out of my ass.

This added sensation was nearly overwhelming, and I came in minutes. Ropes of thick cum landed on my own face and chest, quickly washed away by the water from the shower. I groaned in ecstasy, utterly spent, but Casey wasn't finished yet.

Pulling herself out of my anus, she gave my tender cock a single lick up the entire shaft, tasting the last hint of my cum and sending a shudder down my entire body. Then, pulling me up, she slid down onto the floor of the shower beneath me, her cock pointing straight up into the air.

I needed no instruction or invitation. Without hesitation, I lowered myself down onto my knees and guided her cock back into my asshole. Grunting slightly, I felt her slide once more into my body as I settled on her lap, my knees on the floor. Looking down at her, I kissed her passionately and started bouncing up and down on her cock, the way my wife had done so many times on mine.

Casey's eyes glazed as I rode her, her hips thrusting upwards with each downward thrust of my body. I cupped her breasts in my hands, massaging them beneath me in the warm water and twisting her nipples between my fingers, feeling my dick slap against her stomach each time I impaled myself on hers.

Casey's mouth opened in an "O" of ecstasy, and I knew she was close. I sped up my downward thrusts and groaned in pleasure. Suddenly, without warning, Casey thrust upwards hard, buried herself in my ass as deeply as she could and moaned. Although I couldn't feel it, I knew she was ejaculating deep into my body and I squeezed her cock in my ass as hard as I could, milking it for every drop.

At last we collapsed on the floor of the shower, completely exhausted. Feeling the water beginning to cool at last, I chuckled as I reached up and turned it off.

"We used the entire 40 gallons of hot water in that tank," I laughed.

Casey, smiled up at me. "Hmm, we might need to get you a 50-gallon tank for next time."

I raised my eyebrows and smiled slightly down at her. "Next time?"

She smiled back rakishly. "We're lying on the floor of your shower, my dick still in your ass, and my cum is dripping out onto the floor. You telling me that you're going to hire someone else to do this job?"

I laughed again and stood up painfully, my legs screaming in protest. Sure enough, as I pulled myself off of her softening dick, a small pool of cum poured from my ravaged anus onto the shower floor. "Not to worry, you're hired."