Deeper into the fantasy.

Gina let out a soft moan as Stephen, the cable guy, brought his mouth to one of her nipples. His breath was soft and sweet as it brushed across her areola. “Mmm… I like that,” Gina told him. She reached up and entwined her fingers in his hair as he started to suck deeply on her nipple. Gina placed her hands on the man’s shoulders and pushed him back; she wanted to look at him. His cable uniform had transformed into a tuxedo and his lackluster hair was now smoothed back with hair gel. He looked very handsome and she was ready to have him.

“You’re so handsome, Stephen,” Gina cooed.

The cable guy was dumbfounded at his luck, but after a couple shocked seconds he was rearing to go again. Gina began to unbutton on his gray shirt, that she could no longer see. She slipped her hands inside the shirt and moved her fingers across the man’s chest. His work shirt easily slid off his shoulders and fell down his arms. Gina helped him off with it, then focused her attention on his pants. Quickly his belt and pants joined his shirt on the floor. Gina pressed herself up against Stephen’s naked body. The warmth of his skin was to die for. Then she pulled away from his and moved across the large mansion ball room and lowered herself onto one of the lower steps of the spiral staircase. “Take me Stephen, take me right here on these stairs!” She called to him.

“Wha…?” he started to ask. Gina was sitting on the couch, he had no idea why she had said stairs. Stephen started to wonder if the young, beautiful woman was on **** or something. He wasn’t sure whether or not he should go through with it.