"Hey babe," said the voice from the doorway. "I'm off to work. Oh, and I got hold of the air conditioning people and they said they'd get it fixed today. Love you," and she heard a smack of lips as he blew her a kiss. She didn't know that he'd gotten hold of them first thing this morning and told them there'd be no one home so he'd leave the back door unlocked. The owner was a client of his so he had no concerns about that arrangement.
Naked, she rolled over in the clammy and sticky sheets. The air conditioner had broken yesterday with the temperature at 106 and the news had said it would cool off to at least 90 during the night. She felt a little miserable and just wanted to go jump in the swimming pool but she had to get ready for work. She heard the garage door open and Brad's BMW start up and pull out of the garage, then the hum as the door closed.
Bethany was 32 and had been married just two years now. She was exactly five feet tall but was one of those exceptional women that, if you took her picture without anything for size reference you wouldn't know if she was 5 foot tall or 6 foot tall. Her entire body was perfectly proportioned to her diminutive size, her reddish blond hair always perfectly cut and shaped, her make-up and clothing always exquisite as, in the few years before marriage she had worked her way up to sales manager of a local auto dealership. It was a drastic departure from her college days when she had been, well, let's just say a little wild and uninhibited in her behavior. She was always invited to parties and plied with drink and flirted with by each of the guys there hoping that her choosy self would pick them for her favors that night as she had a reputation for providing wonderful entertainment for the lucky chosen one. That had changed after graduation as she really seemed to be searching for an appropriate mate to spend her life with. She hadn't totally eliminated that wild side of her life, just become more discriminating with it.
She had met Brad at a Christmas party the dealership had put on for its suppliers and those companies that did important work for them. Brad was the account manager for the company that did all the financial and tax work for the dealership. He was blown away by her at first sight and she by him as well. He was 31, robbing the cradle the people at the dealership had laughingly said, but they had dated for six months and decided it was silly to bother moving in together since they really just wanted to get married. He had proposed to her appropriately at the dealership's summer picnic, getting on one knee and hearing her loud, "YES, YES, YES," to the accompanying applause and cheers of her associates. At six foot three he towered over her but she found it fascinating to go places with him, always to the stares of people watching them. He had played basketball in college and still did recreationally so he was fit and energetic and found the sex with her to be totally exciting, fulfilling and satisfying.
Now Beth sat up on the edge of the bed, apparently ready for another day. As she stood up the phone beside the bed rang and she sleepily answered.
"Hey Beth, this is Jake," the voice of the owner of the dealership said. "You there?" She mumbled that she was. "Hey, the power went off this morning and everything at the dealership is dark. No sense you coming in since the computers and phones and everything are down. They're expecting it to be off most of the day so have a day off here and I'll call you if things change."
"Okay, thanks for the call, Jake. Just let me know." She smiled a little. She wasn't looking forward to getting dressed in this miserable heat anyway.
"No problem, Beth. Bye now," and he hung up as did she.
She glanced at the little electronic temperature readout on the window sill and it already said 98. Plus, it felt like the humidity was about the same. She thought for a moment. There was something that needed to get done that she had been putting off and maybe today would be a good day to get it done. It sure would be good to have Brad's 6'-3" frame helping but she thought she could do it herself. The furniture in the little family room in the basement needed rearranging and she decided to just do it. She finished her bathroom chores and then threw on a bra, some plain panties, an old t-shirt and a pair of work out shorts. She added a little pair of shoes that didn't need the laces tied and headed downstairs. She would move the furniture, shower and then jump in the pool, maybe skipping the shower depending on how she felt.
In the basement she stood for a moment, going over in her mind the plan she had for the room. Well, she finally decided, if she was going to do it there was no way to avoid getting started and doing the hard work. She began moving tables, sliding chairs around, shoving the big couch from one wall to the next and found that she was quickly soaked with perspiration. She got two of the chairs located and was pushing the third when she slipped and nearly fell. She swore softly, realizing that she had slipped in her own perspiration that was dripping from her chin. "Fine ladies shouldn't sweat," she said out loud and giggled a little. Now, with just the couch to put in its final resting place, she passed the mirror on the wall and duly noted that she was a mess. Her t-shirt was nearly totally soaked as were her shorts and she knew her bra and panties would be even worse. She approached the couch, bent and put her shoulder to it, grunted and finally it was in place.
Finished with the room, she remembered that she had planned to do the washing this evening so she headed to the room next door, deciding to get a little ahead for a change. She dumped the colored clothes in the machine, added some soap, one of those little block things, closed the door and pressed the start button. She heard the satisfying sound of the water filling the tub and decided to head to the pool. She had taken about two steps when she remembered that she had promised to bring some books and other material she had about automotive sales and about Acura to one of the new salesmen. She pivoted and headed to the other end of the "utility room" as Brad like to call it, where she stored that material.
She had so many things stashed back there that she was having trouble finding what she was looking for and she reminded herself that, as Brad often told her, if it's worth keeping, then organize it so you know what's there or else just throw it away. Like that was going to happen anytime soon she thought. After a good deal of rummaging she found what she was looking for, at least enough to satisfy the new guy, and she headed back toward the steps. As she passed the washing machine a thought struck her. Why wear these disgusting clothes back upstairs when the washer was right here and the whites would be the next load. The houses here were far apart and she knew no one would be able to see her naked little body when she went upstairs. She laid the books and other papers on top of the washer and quickly pulled the soggy shirt over her head and threw it on the pile, followed by the equally soggy pants. She heard the washer begin its spin cycle as she peeled her bra off and tugged the panties down her legs, adding them to the pile as she looked down at herself and her glistening body and decided that most men would find this look extremely erotic. There was actually a drop of water hanging tantalizingly off the end of one of her nipples. Unfortunately the load in the washer was a little unbalanced and it began to vibrate rather violently which, of course, sent the books and papers cascading off the top and to the floor, behind the washer and under the big table next to it.
"Just what I needed," she said as she faced the inevitable and got down on hands and knees and began gathering scattered stuff. Some she could get easily but others were back under the table. Luckily, due to her diminutive size she could crawl easily under the table which she did and began gathering the things that had found their way back there. Of course, with the washer vibrating loudly and her under the table she didn't hear the knock on the back door, nor the door opening nor the hushed footsteps of the repairman who had put on those little paper booties so he wouldn't track dirt in the house. And of course she didn't hear him coming down the steps to the "utility room" either.
Those steps led to the open door of the "utility room" and straight through the door was the furnace and air conditioning equipment. Eyes straight ahead, the repairman saw the equipment as he came through the door. Of course, he heard the vibrating washer and glanced in that direction to see Beth's shining ass emerging backward from under the table, her shaved pussy beautifully on display. His eyes got wide and his mouth dropped open with a stunned expression on his face. He was frozen in place having no conception of what to do next. Of course, Beth was not frozen in place as she continued backing out from under the table. She put the things she had gathered onto the table and stood up. Wiping her forehead, she turned around and and let out a blood curdling scream, quickly covering her breasts with one arm and putting the other hand over her crotch as best she could. There were about two seconds of stunned silence.
"Oh my god, ma'am. I'm so sorry. Oh my god. They said there wouldn't be anyone home. The door was unlocked. I just . . ." He was nearly panting from fear.
