I had taken care to dress in my "I am here, cum take me... simple white cotton tee shirt (no bra) and pair of black leggings" best today. The cable guy was coming. He had been here on two occasions and I must admit I openly drool each time. He was all that and a bag of chips! Six feet tall, broad in the shoulders with waistline suggested six pack abs. The rest, mmm...yummy lovely blue eyes and full lips, I moaned when he asked me what was wrong with my cable. Quickly recovering from my Freudian slip as my pussy soaked my panties, I gave him a simple explanation..."
I don't know it's just not working when I turned on the TV." I said as I started rubbing my thighs together to calm my clit. Damn the button wouldn't go off now I am sure that I was red in the face and my nipples were standing to attention....I was thinking all of this when he calmly kissed me. At first, the kiss didn't register in my brain even though rest of me was standing to attention and threatening to drip down my thighs. Then he followed up with another and then another. Somewhere in all of that, I lost my black leggings and ended up with my tee shirt shovel up to my neck exposing my tits. I looked down at my nudity and was a bit shocked. When did I or rather when had I been undressed? That quickly left my mind when two hands started a serious exploration of my body seemly in search of a few openings below the navel. All the while, there was a flurry of kissing going on. We were seriously trying to kiss each other into the next life.
The funny thing about it all was that the Cable guy was explaining why my cable wasn't working and how he was going to fix it. Between sucking my nipples as he fingered my pussy, he went on and on about aux cables and such. After a while, I just gave up listening and concentrated on getting his dick out of his pants. Once had it out I had just enough time to admire it and then slide a condom over the top half using my mouth to do. Look, I just had to have the feel of him my mouth as it has been such a long time. I wanted to linger but the next think I know I was bent over the back of my sofa with my bare ass up in the air and head down. I tried to rise only to be pushed back down when the Cable guy pushed himself in me. Now to say that my pussy contracted is to lie, that damn thing did a somersault. Then he leaned forward on to my back and grabbed a tit in each hand holding them as if he was holding on for life. He started to fuck me as he explained the possible problems my TV might be having since it wasn't one of the new flat screen kind. Hell, as he drove himself deeper into me, he could have been reciting the Battle Hymn of the Republic, and I wouldn't have cared.
As my orgasm climbed up from wherever it had been hiding, I remember screaming something about fixing the damn thing.
Seemingly, in response the Cable guy increased his speed as he pounded himself into my pussy as if he was going to interface with TV. Cumming moments later he sent me forward on to my face into the seat of the sofa, as my pussy was lost in a convulsing dance around him. He had stopped talking about TV shit long enough to swear a few times and praise my pussy and other body parts. I didn't response, I just didn't have the energy. Therefore,I laid there with my ass still up in the air and pussy like a dripping faucet as he did something to the TV.
When he was finished, he left me a bill with a note that there would be a "personal-check-in" visited in two days. On the way out,Cable guy patted me on my ass as he left locking and shutting the door behind him.
When I could get up, I found that the TV now worked and that he had cleaned up behind himself and me. My clothes nicely folded placed on a chair and the used condom in the trash with the wrapper.
Now that is customer service for you!
Oh to be continued...