There are advantages and disadvantages to being an electrician. The advantage is all the places I get to work and all of the people that I get to meet. The disadvantage is that friends and neighbors are always trying to get me to do some extra work- usually for free.
At this moment it was our elderly neighbor's daughter Samantha- who just "happened" to see me at the mail box in my truck. She told me that her dad was still in the hospital but would be coming home on Sunday (it was Friday) and she was trying to spruce up the place before he returned. She had noticed that the lights were rather dim in his living/dining/kitchen area in his small house and since he was having trouble seeing lately she had bought some fluorescent lights and was wondering if I could come over tomorrow and put them up.
I always enjoy talking to Samantha. A fortyish married woman who lives in Florida but makes trips to visit her dad in the mountains of North Carolina often. Bubbly and charming- she is barely five feet tall and what I like to call "pleasingly plump." She is curvy in all the right places- especially up front. And her constant Florida tan is quite enticing.
On this chilly evening she had socks on with her flip flops- something us mountain folk like to make fun of. But the short of it is that I said I could come over Saturday after lunch (nobody was going to mess with my sleeping late after a long week of work) and see what I could do.
Next day it was quite warm by afternoon. I hopped in the truck an drove down our driveway and then up theirs. We share a drive for part of the distance and then there is a fork in the road and I am up and over a hill to the left and they are in a cove to the right.
Samantha was at the top of the steps as I got out. She was wearing a silky flowery bright Florida type blouse that was out over the top of a thigh length skirt and almost hid it- and the flip flops, this time minus the socks.
She said, "I know that I called the electrician and not the plumber- but I seem to have a problem with the drain in the kitchen. Do you have anything that might help?"
I answered with a cheery "I'll see what I've got" and grabbed both my tool pouch and box and headed up.
Checking it out I was hoping that the clog was in the trap under the sink. I opened the cabinet and grabbed some wrenches from my toolbox. Then I crawled under and began to work. In a minute I hear Sam's voice say, "What do you think?" and realized that she was squatting down in front of me to see what was up.
From the semi-darkness under the sink I looked out to see that her thigh length outfit was now giving me a straight up look all the way to her panties. Her tan bare legs were quite a sight and I kept glancing at the wonderful view as I worked.
Sam's small feet were arched in the flip flops as she squatted and her shapely legs seemed even more curvaceous up close.
She stood back up and began talking again- almost half to herself- as she got back to work cleaning about the place. It seemed that she and her hubby were not getting along lately and one of the things was that their sex lives were not much. She wanted to know from a "man's" perspective what she might do to be more attractive in a sexy way.
When she squatted down again it looked like she was expecting a reply. "Well," I said, "It is kindof more of an individual thing. Not all guys go for the same thing." I glanced to see her panty view again and said, "Now me, for instance, I like things that are more plain. Not the fancy outfits and made up things and stuff. Just plain and a bit of mystery. Like that shirt you are wearing, for instance. To me it would be quite a sexy statement if you were wearing just that shirt with nothing at all underneath. And the movements and hints and possibilities would be the attraction- if you know what I mean. That and maybe an accessory or two."
"Accessory?" she asked. "Like......"
"Well," I began again, "Perhaps some high heels, or an ankle bracelet or something, to accent your beautiful legs." and I could not help but to take in the view again- even with her looking directly at me. I could swear that I could see the outline of her sex beneath.
"Beautiful?" she replied, "They are short and I am round. I'm afraid I don't feel quite so beautiful." She looked down at her own legs- affording me another view as I worked. I took in her perfect little toes peeking out from the flip-flops with the nails painted a sultry red to match her fingers.
"Like I said- it is more of an individual thing." and just then the pipe came loose and I was doused in smelly muck. "Looks like I found the clog" I said slowly.