Spring Cleaning

Elias shows up with his clipboard, ready to quote the windows. One look at Alexis in those yoga pants and the whole job slips his mind. She leans in the doorway, gives him that slow once-over, tells him she's been aching for some real attention. He steps closer, catches her scent, feels the heat coming off her skin. She pulls him by the shirt collar, drags him across the threshold, slams the door. By the time her hand finds the bulge in his pants he's already shoving her onto the kitchen table, yanking those pants down. His fingers slide straight inside her, her hips bucking like she hasn't been touched in months. He fucks her right there, her moans bouncing off the walls, the boards and glass outside left dusty and waiting.