Handyman In Heels and Dirty Little Secrets ♕

Handyman In Heels Is My Forever Helper.

Have I ever told you that I live alone? Well, I do, and being a girl and a very girly one at that, I often call a man over to do the heavy lifting.  And, oh boy, do I have a story to share with you!  We will call him my “handyman in heels” because while he was working on my house one day, I went for a run, and when I passed his truck, I saw a set of 5-inch red heels in his car.  I thought what you were thinking, too.  He must have a girlfriend or wife who left them in there.

Well, she was a big woman because those heels were twice the size of mine. For that reason, I assumed he was into bigger girls. Well, that and he never seemed to hit on me. I thought maybe he was gay, So he could never be my after-hour handyman. He would always compliment me and notice the slightest details—the ones most guys didn’t—which is exactly how he earned his permanent call-back spot with me whenever I needed anything.  I stored him that day in my phone as Handyman in Heels.

Handyman In Heels To The Rescue

I ordered some new cute things for my walk-in closet, and when I opened it up and poured it on the closet floor, a bunch of screws and things came out in bags. So I grabbed my phone and put out a call to my Handyman in heels. There was no reason for me to move any farther in the project. First, I didn’t own a single tool besides hair tools. Second, I had just done my nails, so the heavy lifting was also out. Third, I was freshly showered, and just looking at the project on the floor was starting to make me exhausted.

Within the hour, there was a knock at my door. He had been here before, and this guy I liked. This wasn’t like your everyday handyman; he was clean and well-dressed. I think, at times, the right word might be shiny. Yes, he seemed to shine. I looked at his feet. My handyman in heels wasn’t wearing heels; instead, he had on adorable boots with a relatively high heel for a work boot, but I guess he was still manly.

Handyman In Heels Will Play While The Homeowner Is Away

I left him to tend to the mess I had made, and I told him I had to meet a friend for lunch and that I would be back in a couple of hours. About 10 minutes into my drive, my friend canceled, so I just turned around and headed back home.  I walked into the house and heard music from the closet room. He usually played music while he worked, but today was different; he sang along. I walked over and peeked around the door.

I was a little shocked but didn’t make my presence known. There he was, my Handyman in heels, standing in the mirror shirtless with one of my bras slid over the front of him. It was too small for him to clasp in the back. My eyes moved down his body, and he wore the matching thong underneath a pair of high-waisted nude pantyhose.

Red Heel Mystery Solved.

And there on his feet were the tall red heels I had seen in his truck. It was all making sense now.  I watched him enjoy himself in the mirror. He seemed not to notice how out of place that huge bulge seemed tucked inside my little panties. I also wondered if he knew that they were dirty. I am sure there would be my scent all over him. But hmmmm…maybe that was the point.

Call me soon!  Let’s explore your secret fetishes!