Renovation at My Friend Marta's Place: She Paid Me in Kind I'll Never Forget

I was really surprised when Marta, an old acquaintance, called me asking for a renovation in her house. She was 38 years old, divorced, with a figure that drew eyes – full breasts, narrow waist, and hips that swayed temptingly with every step. We'd met once at a party with mutual friends, but there hadn't been a chance to talk then. Now, years later, she lived alone in an old house on the outskirts of the city that needed a thorough kitchen refresh.

– Hi, Kuba! – she greeted me with a smile, opening the door in a tight blouse and leggings that accentuated her curves. – Come in, I'll show you what needs doing.

I nodded, feeling a slight tingle in my stomach. Her perfume hung in the air, sweet and provocative. The house was cozy, but the kitchen really cried out for mercy – cracked tiles, old fixtures. I laid out my tools and got to work. Marta bustled around nearby, brewing coffee.

– Want some? – she asked, handing me a mug. Her fingers brushed mine, and she looked straight into my eyes.

– Sure, thanks. I see there's a lot of work here – I replied, trying to focus on dismantling the sink.

I worked all day, removing old tiles and laying new ones. Sweat poured down my back, my shirt sticking to my body. Marta kept popping in, commenting on the progress.

– You look tired. Maybe a shower after? – she suggested with a playful glint in her eye.

– Maybe later – I muttered, but her closeness was already arousing excitement in me. I could feel her gaze wandering over my shoulders, over my tense muscles. I was in shape; years of physical labor had paid off.

By evening, the kitchen was starting to look promising. Marta made dinner – salad and steak. We sat at the table, sipping wine.

– You're brilliant at what you do – she said, placing her hand on my leg under the table. – But... I have a little problem. I won't have the money for the renovation until next week, after payday.

– No worries, we'll figure it out – I assured her, feeling the warmth of her touch.

Her eyes sparkled. First time I sensed this wouldn't be an ordinary renovation. We talked about her divorce, about loneliness. She was honest, sensual in her confessions.

– I miss closeness, you know? – she whispered, leaning closer. Her cleavage undulated temptingly.

My heart pounded. I continued work the next day, but the tension was building. Marta wore a short skirt that barely covered her thighs. She helped me, handing tools, her hips brushing against me 'accidentally'.

– Oops, sorry – she laughed, but her blush said otherwise.

By evening, the kitchen was almost done. I stood at the counter, wiping sweat, when she approached from behind, pressing against me.

– Thank you, Kuba. You're a hero – she murmured, her hands wandering over my torso.

I turned, looking into her eyes full of desire. That was the moment everything changed.

The next day I returned early, determined to finish the kitchen. Marta was waiting in a sexy dress on thin straps that hugged her body like a second skin. Her nipples showed through the thin fabric, and the scent of her body filled the room.

– Good morning, master craftsman – she greeted with a smile, handing me coffee. – Ready for the finale?

– Always – I replied, feeling my blood race. I worked with zeal, installing the new faucet and grouting the tiles. She bustled nearby, bending in provocative poses.

– How's it going? – she asked, kneeling to hand me a screwdriver. Her cleavage was at eye level.

– Great, thanks to the help – I winked, unable to look away.

The tension grew with every hour. Sweat ran down my back, her gazes burned my skin. Finally, I set down the tools.

– Done. Looks like new – I said proudly.

Marta clapped and threw her arms around my neck.

– You're wonderful! But... remember about the money? – she whispered, pressing close. Her hips rubbed against my crotch, where I already felt an erection.

– Yeah, you said a week – I reminded her, wrapping my arm around her waist.

– I have a better idea for payment. What do you say to me? – she proposed in a husky voice, looking into my eyes.

I froze. First time such a proposal was made so directly. Her hands slid to my pants, massaging the bulge.

– Are you sure? – I asked, though my body was already screaming 'yes'.

– More than ever. I want you, Kuba. From the first day – she admitted, kissing me passionately.

Our lips met in a hot kiss, tongues entwining fervently. I slid the straps of her dress down, exposing her full breasts with erect nipples. I sucked them greedily, and she moaned.

– Oh yes... suck harder – she moaned, tangling her fingers in my hair.

She knelt before me, unzipping my pants. My cock sprang out, hard and ready. She took it in her mouth, sucking slowly, looking up.

– You taste divine – she murmured between licks.

I stood holding her head, feeling waves of pleasure building. But I didn't want to finish so quickly. I lifted her, sitting her on the counter.

– Your turn – I said, sliding her thong off. She was wet, her pussy glistening with juices.

I licked her gently, teasing her clit. Marta writhed, moaning loudly.

– Jesus, Kuba, don't stop! – she cried, cumming with a shudder.

That was just the beginning. We moved to the living room, where the tension reached its peak.

In the living room, Marta pushed me onto the sofa, ripping off the rest of our clothes. She was like a wild cat, full of passion pent up from months of loneliness. I, naked and ready, watched her move – her mature body glistened in the lamplight, hips swaying hypnotically.

– I want you inside me, now – she demanded, straddling me.

I slid into her slowly, feeling her tight, wet depths. First time I felt such harmony – her walls pulsed around my cock.

– You're so big... you fill me completely – she moaned, starting to ride rhythmically.

I held her ass, thrusting deep. Her breasts bounced in my face; I sucked the nipples, nibbling lightly. Her nails scratched my back, leaving red marks.

– Harder, Kuba! Fuck me like a bitch! – she screamed, speeding up.

I changed position, laying her on her back. I pounded hard, watching her pussy swallow me whole. We were drenched in sweat, bodies sliding against each other.

– I'm cumming... oh God! – she shrieked, trembling in orgasm. Her juices ran down her thighs.

I couldn't hold back – I filled her with hot cum, pulsing in ecstasy.

We lay panting, cuddling.

– That was the best payment ever – I whispered.

– And not the last. Will you come back for the 'next renovation'? – she asked with a smile.

– Always – I promised.

The next days we spent having sex in every corner of the house. Marta turned out to be a volcano of passion – sometimes dominant, sometimes submissive. I was really addicted to her body, to the taste of her juices, to her moans. We finished the 'project' with a joint bath in the jacuzzi, where we made love again.

– I love how you take me from behind – she purred as I fucked her in the tub.

That experience changed everything. From handyman, I became her lover, and the renovation – the start of something more than friendship. Satisfying ending I'll never forget.