“Hey,” I grumbled, not much of a morning person, but did accept the cup.
“Thought I would tackle some lingering chores today–get that disposal replaced under the kitchen sink and then wrap up the yard work. You OK with that?”
The disposal had been on his list for months. About time…
“Sandi?” Rob startled me out of my wool gathering.
“Yes, babe? Sorry. Not quite awake yet.”
“Do you mind taking care of the shopping yourself today? I know we usually go together, but if we divide and conquer today, we can have all of tomorrow together in the pool.”
“Yeah, that’ll work. Get busy, handyman,” I replied sarcastically. His chipper morning demeanor was really rubbing me the wrong way this morning. What’s up with that?
He leaned in, kissed me on the cheek, and bounded down the stairs to the garage, whistling as he went. I tottered into the living room on sore feet, nursing my coffee, popped open my laptop and began the catch up process. Facebook. Email. Pinterest. A few blogs. A couple of texts were shared with our sons. Coffee warmed and replenished. I was almost human again.
Rob re-entered, still whistling. I could hear him knocking around in the kitchen. A few more blogs were read, coffee drained. It was time to get on with the day. I went into the kitchen once more for one last cup and it was quite the site: Everything from underneath the sink was strewn all over the floor and Rob was visible only from his chest down–the rest of him tucked underneath the sink. I noticed his bulge in his shorts and smiled. My man. My baby. He had a lot of faults, a few inner demons, but he was still all mine and I loved him, even if he was mildly pissing me off this morning.
“How you doing under there?” I wanted to know.
I heard a thud and a wrench flew out on the floor. Rob came out from underneath holding his noggin. “You startled me.”
That generated a full-blown guffaw and I had to cover my face to keep from cackling at his misfortune. I leaned down and kissed his head. “Sorry, baby.”
He gave me his patented smile, dimples on display. “No worries, love.”
Patting him on the head, I stood, straddled him to reach the coffee pot and poured the last of it’s contents into my cup. Rob, always the opportunist, grabbed two hands of ass and pulled my crotch to his face, rubbing his nose against me.
“I thought you had work to do,” I said, then sipped from my cup.
“This is business,” he said, then went back to his ministrations. I let him rub against me a few more minutes, enjoying the warmth of the coffee and the warmth building down below.
“Looks more like monkeybusiness to me,” I chided.
He muttered something indecipherably into my panties and I let him go a little further. He was blowing hot air all over and it felt wonderful. I put the coffee cup on the counter and grabbed him by the ears, grinding his face into me. That generated a growl from my lover.
Pulling him gently away, I looked down into his deep brown eyes full of playful lust. “Obviously, you’re a full-service handyman.”
“We fix all kinds of things,” he whispered, grinning ear to ear…
Join Sandi and Robert as they embark on the next phase of life: Life in the empty nest–a time of discovery, of self-revelation and fresh starts.