All I could do was sit there and sweat, it was 105Β° outside and going up. The little swamp cooler I had running full blast helped for a second or two when I stood right in front of it but anywhere else in my apartment it seemed to just make it worse.
The night before I had brought in my new huge 32" flat screen TV, $398.00 on sale down at Wally's. I was happy as a clam in butter sauce, glad to get rid of the old analog 16 incher that had streaks running through it. Not a bad deal at all, $50 down and $29.98 a month for the next two years and she would be all mine!
I had busily moved everything in the room, ran the phone line over so I could plug it in and order up some porn.
Sure as hell, the goddam phone cord was a good foot too short, even after I stretched it catty corner across the middle of the room.
I called the phone company, "$99.00 minimum" is what they told me. I asked them what the maximum was and they told me "It depends", fuck that. I strung the phone cord the other way to hook up my computer, sure enough, that wouldn't reach, either. I gave it a couple of yanks to try and make it reach and ended up with the jack jerked right out of the wall.
Fucking dialup anyway, if I could afford wireless or cable I wouldn't have these damned problems.
Now I was pissed off! No TV, no computer, hotter than the hubs of hell and not much money to get anything fixed.
I suppose I could have put everything back where it was and try to hook the wires back up but I didn't have a clue how they worked. Plus I had just spent most of the night moving the couch and chairs, TV cabinet, everything in my damned hovel to where it was.
Fucking boxes piled up in the middle of the living room, stacks of magazines and flyers that come in the mail everywhere.
No way in hell was I going to move it all back.
After I finished throwing a fit and kicking the couch a little, I reached for the phone book. None on the table, so I dug through the pile of crap I had thrown into a big cardboard box, found one.
In the phone repair section and there was one tiny little ad there that claimed "same day" service so I went next door and asked the grumpy old bastard that lived next to me if I could use his phone.
He glared at me in suspicion but finally said OK, I went in and called them.
"Fifty-nine dollars", they told me, now that sounded lots better. I booked them for later that afternoon, one of those "Sometime between 1 PM and 5 PM" deals.
Great.
I tried to strike up a conversation with the grumpy old bastard since he had air conditioning but he pointedly held the door open for me.
So I reluctantly went back to my sauna to wait. I was peeking out the window every ten seconds to see if they were here yet, alternating that with pulling cold beers out of my fridge, rubbing them on my chest and neck before taking a swig.
All I had on was a pair of tan baggy shorts, I sat there wiping myself down with a towel I kept damp from the sink. A couple of times I held the cool beer can right up against my balls, too. Damn that felt good.
Finally a white van pulled up, I saw a woman climb out and go around to the back. She looked to be about 30 or so, she was dressed in a brown uniform that really didn't hide the fact that she was pretty well built.
She turned around, a tray of tools in her hand. I saw her sweep her long dark hair back from her face, then the back of her hand wiped across her forehead. She stood there looking around trying to figure out which apartment was mine, then spotting the number she headed for the stairs.
Yumyum! I thought. A pretty little thing for sure. The uniform blouse she had on was unbuttoned far enough that I could see the tops of both of her boobs even from the distance.
I opened the door before she could even knock.
"Dalton phone service, I'm Sherry." She told me with a smile. I opened the door to let her inside, showed her where I needed the phone jack placed. She looked over the job, then turned to me and looked me up and down with a smile. I realized I was standing there naked except for my baggy shorts and I think she knew it too, she just grinned.
I blushed.
"Hot day, huh?" She said.
"Yea, too damned hot."
Then I went and sat down in my chair in front of the swamp cooler, popped open a beer.
"Hey want one?" I asked her holding up the can.
"I would love one but I can't, I am on duty." She leaned down to start working on the phone jack.
A very large expanse of boobs appeared at the top of her blouse as it gapped open. Hell, this was looking to be as much fun as the porno flick I had planned to watch, I leaned forward a bit in my chair to improve the angle.
Sherry glanced up at me and grinned again as she caught me looking. But she made no move to cover anything up, then her eyes fell to my crotch. It took me a few seconds to realize, hell, I was sitting there looking down the top of her blouse, she was on her knees in front of me looking up the leg of my shorts.
And I didn't have any undies on!
Quickly I closed my legs, turning bright red. I was sure she would throw a fit or accuse me of being a flasher or something.
She just grinned at me.
"Hey, relax, sir. It's hot as hell and I would be naked at home too if I didn't have to work."
"I'm sorry." I managed to stammer. "I didn't mean..."
"No problem, sir." She gave me a big grin, looked me pointedly up and down.
What the hell. I plopped back down in my chair but I kept my legs together this time. It didn't take her five minutes, she hung the new phone jack closer to the TV set so I could order some movies. Then she installed a second one next to my computer.
"All set!" She stood up and grinned, I realized that now even standing up a lot of her was showing.
Had she unbuttoned another button?
"I...uhhh...thank you." I managed.
"Hey is that offer of a beer still good?" She had that grin on her face again. I hustled to the fridge to grab her one. She took it and reached under her blouse which was now pulled out of her slacks and rubbed it on herself. I blinked a couple of times at that.
She was standing there right in front of me with her blouse pulled out, rubbing the cold beer can on her boobs.
"Ahhh...that feels good!" She pulled it out from under her blouse, popped the top and took a swig.
I finally found my manners.
"Want a glass?" I asked, way too late.
"Naw, this is fine!" Then she went over to my swamp blower and lifted up the bottom of her blouse again. The air coming off of it made her blouse billow out, she stood there and let the cool air blow over her for quite awhile.
I was wishing she didn't have her back to me.
"There. That's better!" She turned around.
"So what do you do for a living?" She asked me.
"I work down at the car wash, I am off today." I said. Clever of me, no shit, I mean, I was at home.
"Clothes are awful on a day like today, then these damn brown outfits make it worse. Hey, would you get offended if I just took off this damn blouse?"
"Uhh...errr....I...No...if you want to." I suddenly found myself blushing again.
"Well, you don't have a shirt on so why should I?" She gave me a sly look.
Yep. I blushed again, furiously.