The Repairman Changed Everything, Chapter 1
She had just gotten out of the shower when the doorbell rang.
"Shit!" she swore under her breath. She stopped drying off, dropped her towel, and grabbed her robe off the bathroom door. She barely got the robe tied before she got to the front door. As she opened the door, she saw a man in work clothes, with the logo of the appliance repair company she had called over his shirt pocket. Suddenly it dawned on her - they were coming to repair her dishwasher this morning!
"I'm sorry. I just got out of the shower." she said, as she opened the door.
"That's okay, Mrs. Jones." the man said, somewhat distractedly. He was checking the messages on his phone as he stepped inside the house. She led him into the kitchen.
"What's it doing?" he asked, as he knelt on the floor in front of the broken appliance.
"It's what it's NOT doing that's the problem." she said. "It won't come on at all. And before you ask, my husband said to tell you that he did check the breaker and it was not tripped."
"Okay. I'll just pull the front off and take a look." he said, as he tried to get the dishwasher to come on. He took off the bottom plate and laid on the floor, using his flashlight to look under the appliance.
She was sitting at the table, drinking the coffee she had just poured and checking email on her phone. She became completely engrossed in a particular email chain from work. There was a problem that she had warned would occur. Here she was taking a few days' vacation and now they were blaming her for the failure. As she angrily typed her response, she didn't notice that her short robe had gapped open - both at the top and the bottom. In essence, only the midsection of the robe (where the tie was) was still closed.
"So..." the repairman began to say, as he looked her way. One of her breasts was fully exposed, as was the triangle of hair between her slightly parted legs. He couldn't decide where to look, as he rolled on the floor, fully facing her.
He had seen 'better' breasts. But there was absolutely nothing wrong with the one he saw. It had some middle-age sag, but the areola and the large nipple were both pointing out and slightly up. It was a very nice breast. Full and ripe looking. And then there was her pussy. Her legs weren't open far enough for him to get a good look at her slit, but he was impressed by what he could see.
"What?" she asked as she finally looked up from her phone. She saw him openly staring at her and followed his line of sight. "Oh, my!" she said, as she quickly covered herself and stood up. "That's embarrassing."
"Don't worry," he said, trying to reassure her, "you'd be surprised at what I see! I'm sorry if it seemed like I was staring."
"It's okay." she said. "Think nothing about it. What was it you were trying to tell me?"
"Uhm..." he wracked his brain, trying to remember. "Oh... I was going to ask if I could check the breaker, even though your husband already has."
"Sure." she said, resignedly, and led him to the breaker panel.
After the repairman had left, as she thought about what had happened that morning, she was surprised that her nipples hardened and she felt a tingling in her nether regions, accompanied by a dampness in her panties. She thought about why that was, and she was puzzled. She had never been an exhibitionist. In fact, she had never been confident enough about her appearance to even consider exhibitionism. And she was such a "rule follower," that the thought of being caught showing herself would never have occurred to her. But here she was, as horny as she had been in ages, just because she inadvertently showed herself to a stranger.
It wasn't just that she had shown herself, though. It was the look on the repairman's face. It was how his eyes had locked onto her, how they seemed to devour her. It was how he became so tongue-tied, as he tried to speak to her while her body was 'on display.' And frankly, it was because the front of his pants showed his arousal, as she led him toward the breaker panel. Yes. She had definitely noticed the fact that he had had a hard-on after he saw her. And that excited her a lot.
The school bus was due in about 30 minutes. She didn't have much time. But right then, she knew that she didn't NEED much time. Her vagina was leaking so much that the gusset of her panties was soaked. And she was glad that her yoga pants were black. If they had been a lighter color, the crotch of them would have been obviously wet as well. She could smell her own arousal, and that only made it worse. That was it! She couldn't stand anymore!
Right there in the kitchen, she yanked her pants and underwear down. She pulled her shirt and bra up and over her breasts. Her left hand went to her swollen breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between her finger and thumb. The other hand shot directly to her crotch. Her legs flew apart, revealing her engorged vulva. Her clitoris was rock-hard and as large as she could remember it being. Her labia were swollen and slick to the touch. She ran the palm of her hand over her leaking vulva, enjoying how that hand slid delightfully over the skin. Her fingers dipped briefly into her vagina, making her shudder with anticipation.
She pulled on her nipples, alternating between them, as she began masturbating in earnest. She ran two finger of her right hand from her vaginal opening up and over her clit. The slight and brief touch of her clit made her gasp. She wanted desperately to take a long time and to make the sensations last. But the clock and her need to cum were working against her.
Her fingers began to concentrate on her clitoris, as if they had a mind of their own. She started to rub in circles around it. The hand that had been concentrating on her nipples now went to her pussy. That's what it had become now. Not a vulva. Not a vagina. This was her excited, wet, PUSSY. Two fingers penetrated it as deeply as possible, thrusting in and out, as her other fingers went from circling to rubbing her clit. Her juices were flowing so much that they covered her hand as she continued to finger fuck herself.
She could feel her orgasm starting to build. A moan escaped her lips as her pussy started to clench. The tingle began in her stomach and worked its way outward. As the wave of orgasm washed over her, her pussy pulsed, her legs shook, her eyes clenched tight, and she screamed. The orgasm continued to roll in waves for what seemed like ages. She slowed her thrusting fingers and lightened up the pressure on her clitoris as she continued to caress her sex, both inside and out. Almost a minute of spasms continued after the orgasm slowly ebbed. As she luxuriated in the post-orgasm bliss, she looked down at her left hand, covered with her thick and slippery juice. Feeling incredibly wanton, she slowly licked her fingers clean. She enjoyed the deeply aromatic, sweet and savory taste. And as she sat in her kitchen with her shirt and bra pulled up and her pants and underwear laying in the floor, the act of tasting herself made her feel all the more naughty. Then she heard the school bus pull up!
By the time the kids came bounding in the front door, she was safely upstairs, behind her closed bedroom door. They yelled up the stairs for her.
"I'll be right down. I'm in the bathroom." She gave one last, quick rub to her pussy and licked her palm. Then she washed her hands and got dressed.
That night, as she and her husband got ready for bed, she said,
"I had a very weird morning." She went on tell him about the repairman and her delightful masturbation session. By the time she got to the part about licking her juices off her hand, his erect cock was out of his briefs and he was stroking it.
