Naughty handyman, and my missing panties

I'm Jen, a 32-year-old housewife, blonde hair, good figure, and killer curves, so my husband tells me.

We had just moved into a new house; it was much bigger than our last house. The village was lovely, and set in the northeast of the UK.

My husband Matt worked away Monday to Friday, so that meant me looking after our two children. Matt's work was very demanding, which meant he had to go back to work the week after moving in, which frustrated me, but I was used to his job by now.

Anyway, the garden wasn't really up to standard for our two children, a bit of a mess if I'm honest, and I hated the carpet in the living room. I wanted a nice laminate floor down. To be honest, there was a lot I wanted to change.

I was on the phone to Matt that evening, moaning about the back garden and its condition. He finally gave in and agreed I could find someone to sort it.

I contacted a few landscape gardeners, but their prices were ridiculous. I stumbled across a handyman who was local. I thought I'd contact him for a price. He was quick to reply and we arranged for him to call round tomorrow to price up the job. Sure enough, he turned up on time, and my first impressions of him were fine.

His name was Tim, probably late 50s, greying hair, and a little overweight. I told him what I wanted to do with the garden, and he gave me a quote that was half the price of other quotes. He said it would take around a week, and I happily agreed, thankful just to be getting the garden sorted. I also asked if he could give me a price on putting laminate flooring down in the living room. Again, his price was good, but he insisted he'd need help maneuvering the furniture.

I was so pleased with myself that I'd managed to get two of the jobs I wanted started. He told me he could start tomorrow, and I said yes.

The next morning, Tim pulled onto the driveway right on time. I had to go out, so I told him he could help himself to the kitchen if he wanted to make a cuppa or get a drink, etc. I was only out for two hours max, and it looked like he'd made a good start.

Later that evening, I was putting the washing on, and I couldn't help but notice yesterday's white thong wasn't there. That's strange, I thought. I had a quick look around, but it wasn't there. My washing basket is kept in my bedroom; I didn't think too much about it.

Tim arrived early that morning and got stright to work. I'd been in most of the day, other than to pop down to the post office in the village to collect a parcel--I was out for a literal half hour. I hadn't thought about my missing panties until later that evening. I like to keep onto my washing, so when I was loading the machine, I realised now that yesterday's panties had vanished too--a black thong. My mind was racing; this was more than a coincidence now, and it could only have been Tim, as nobody else had been in the house.

Why would he be taking them, I asked myself. My head was spinning. I wasn't about to confront him, as I had no proof.

I found myself looking at his website online and clicked on reviews left by previous customers. Looking at them shocked me. There were some good reviews but most were bad.

I looked through them, shocked. There were quite a few comments from women saying he was a little pervy and couldn't keep his eye's to himself.

Another basically said she suspected him of stealing her panties. When she confronted him, he got defensive and angry, and left the job unfinished.

Omg, who had I hired, I gasped.

I flicked through some of the better comments.

They all commented on the high quality of his work.

I noticed a comment from a woman who gave him a five-star rating: saying tim's work was amazing. Definitely will be getting him back for his services 🍆🍆

What did she mean, I wondered? Was she referring to his rather large cock?

My mind wandered at this strange comment, but as I scrolled down, I was shocked to find half a dozen more similar comments, all by women. It didn't take a genius to work out what they meant. By now, I really wished I'd seen these comments before hiring this man.

I decided to take matters into my own hands. I ordered a small camera online and planned to set it up in my bedroom. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, but I had to prove what was happening to my panties.

The next morning, it arrived, and I quickly set it up before he arrived. I made an excuse and left the house, telling him I had to go shopping and would be back in a couple of hours.

My heart was racing as I drove away. I decided to go to a local coffee shop and wait. I had set up the camera on my phone and nervously logged onto the camera feed. I could see my bedroom clearly, and I waited patiently. Was this naughty handyman going to prove me wrong? My eyes widened as I watched my bedroom door swing open. Sure enough, Tim walks in and heads straight for my laundry basket. He rummages through it before pulling out my dirty pink Calvin Klein thong. I sat there mesmerized and shocked. What he did next shocked me even more: he lay back on my bed, lifted my thong to his face, and started to unbutton his jeans. What the hell was he doing, I gasped, watching in disbelief.

He was now lying there with his trousers at his ankles, stroking himself. My eyes were glued to my phone as his cock started to harden. I couldn't help but stare at his now erect cock; it looked so big. My heart was pounding, and I couldn't take my eyes off the phone. I couldn't believe the audacity of this man. There he was, lying on my bed, stroking his cock with my dirty panties draped over his face. Suddenly, he stopped briefly and opened a drawer in the bedside cabinet, where I kept my panties. What was he doing, I gasped, as I watched him rummaging through my panties. He pulled out a grey thong and wrapped it around his erect shaft, continuing to stroke himself. I couldn't believe the audacity of this man's behaviour, but I couldn't take my eyes off my phone. He was stroking his cock with determination, and I couldn't help but zoom the camera closer as I watched him pleasuring himself. His cock looked even more impressive now; I had a clear view of the scene.

He wrapped my panties around his big, swollen head and continued stroking his cock. His hips bucked slightly, and just like that, he filled them with his load.

The dirty bastard even wiped the remaining drips of cum into my panties he and casually threw the panties back into the drawer. He slid off the bed, pulled his trousers back up, and stuffed my pink thong into his pocket. Just like that, he was gone, and I was left staring at my phone in shock at what I'd just witnessed.

My mind was running wild. What the hell was I going to do? I wasn't the kind of woman who liked confrontation, and if I did confront him, my garden would never get finished. I sat there thinking.

After some thought, I decided to ride out the storm and say nothing. Don't get me wrong, I was fuming over this man's naughty little antics, but I wanted my garden finished.

I finished my coffee and headed back home. I was a little nervous now about seeing Tim, knowing what I'd just seen him doing. Anyway, I pulled onto my drive and walked into the kitchen. I could see him working in the garden; he saw me and waved me over. My heart was racing as I walked into the garden.

"Hi Jen, I'm just checking you're happy with the work so far," he asked, smiling.

I looked around, and he really had made a massive improvement so far, but I couldn't shake off the thought of what I'd just seen him do. How could he be so confident, just casually chatting with me after what he'd just done? My head was spinning.

"Yeah, Tim, it's looking really good," I replied, looking at his trouser pocket, knowing my little panties were secretly stuffed inside.

Tim had left for the day. I got the kids in bed and was reflecting on the rollercoaster of a day I'd had.

I looked out into the garden. It really was starting to look just as I had imagined it looking. The only downside was the man doing the work seemed to have a fetish for my panties, and judging by the comments I had read, he seemed to be doing much more than odd jobs for some of his previous customers.

I headed upstairs to my bedroom. Immediately, images of what I had witnessed before flooded my mind. I looked over at my bedside cabinet and remembered the grey thong Tim had earlier pleasured himself into. I walked over, opening the drawer, and there it was tucked carefully under some other panties. I pulled it out and held it up, gobsmacked. It was soaking wet with his cum as I threw it into my wash basket. I lay back on my bed, trying to get my head around my eventful day. I closed my eyes, but images of him stroking his cock took over my thoughts. I couldn't get over how big it was. I was shocked I was actually thinking about another man's cock, but I couldn't help myself. Perhaps his naughty behavior was having more of an effect on me than I thought.

To my shock, I found myself pulling down my leggings and running my finger under my thong. I was soaking wet, which shocked me even more. I pushed my finger deep inside my pussy, gasping. My thoughts again turned to his impressive cock as I gently pushed deeper into my pussy. I couldn't help myself; I was so horny now, thinking about the naughty things Tim was doing. I found myself thinking of ways to tease this naughty man some more, which was making me even more aroused.

"Mmm, fuck," I gasped. I was about to cum.

I pushed in deeper until I couldn't hold it any longer. As I came hard, soaking my panties, I lay there in disbelief. Had I really just pleasured myself thinking about the naughty handyman? and his impressive cock.

I couldn't believe it. I shook my head in disbelief as I stripped off my clothes and put my PJs on. I picked up my soaking red thong and put it into the basket.

My thoughts instantly started thinking whether Tim would dare and take them again tomorrow, and use them for his pleasure. OMG, I gasped. Why can I not stop thinking about this naughty man and his naughty little antics?