"Peter," the voice crackled through the CB. "Peter! I have a call for you over in Emery."
"Go ahead," Peter answered.
"24 Hickory Lane. Ms. Masterson is having a problem with her AC. I know you're supposed to be off in 10 minutes, but this is a rush job and double time will apply," The voice crackled again.
"Got it. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes. Out," Peter replied, slamming the CB down.
"Damn it!"
Peter was 10 minutes away from a weekend at the lake with his new girlfriend, without any distractions. He dialed her number and broke the bad news that their weekend alone was going to start later than they wanted.
"Oh Pete, please hurry, I'm almost too excited to wait for you. I might have to start without you," Stephanie breathed into the phone, moaning slightly.
Pete's dick got hard at the sound of her angst. Stephanie was a certified nymphomaniac. She lived for sex and Pete was more than happy to oblige her appetite.
Pressing the gas to the floor, Pete sped over to Hickory Lane as fast as he could. He hoped the fix was easy and not a full replacement, like his last job.
24 Hickory Lane was a large, brick faced mansion at the end of a cul-de-sac. It was surrounded by a large stone wall with an ornate iron gate adorned with a stylized 'M' in the middle.
Pete pulled up to the call box outside the gate.
"So this is how the other half lives," he said to himself pushing the button on the box.
"Samson's HVAC," he yelled into the box with a slight amount of annoyance in his voice.
The gate buzzed open and he proceeded to the front door. Pete slammed the brakes and threw the van into park, grabbed his tools and raced up to the front door. He was not about to let Stephanie start without him.
The door bell rang and Pete impatiently knocked on the door. He was about to ring again when he heard the click of the deadbolt.
The door swung open and a fit, shapely brunette of about 35, appeared in the doorway. She was holding a water bottle and a towel was draped over her shoulder. The towel covered half of her ample chest. Her breasts were compressed to her body by a pink sports bra, creating a deep valley of cleavage. Beads of sweat glistened in the sunlight, running down her flat abs into the band of her short workout shorts.
"It's about time," she said stepping aside to let Pete in. "I've been calling all day to try to get you here."
"For me?" Pete queried.
"I meant for someone," she quickly corrected. "This heat must be getting to me!"
"Yes Ms. Masterson, sorry for the wait ma'am. I'll have you fixed up in a jiffy," Pete replied.
"The unit is in the basement," she pointing at a door. "I'll be upstairs. Come find me when you're done."
Ms. Masterson shut and locked the door, then bounded up the stairs. Pete watched her breasts bouncing with each step and her shapely thighs flexing to carry her toned frame, up the stairs. Once she had disappeared from his view, he stood for a moment until his erection subsided. Pete turned and scanned the foyer for the thermostat to get started on his job.
Pete continued from room to room of the mansion until finally he found the HVAC control. He looked at the display for a diagnostic code but there was nothing. Then he noticed the system was set on 'heat' instead of 'cool'.
"It can't be this easy," he thought, clicking the switch to 'cool'.
After letting it run a few minutes Pete checked one of the vents nearby, sure enough cool air was pouring out. Quickly he packed up his tools and wrote up the bill.
"Silly woman," he muttered. "That's still $200 Ms. Masterson."
Tearing the sheet off, Pete rushed up the steps to find her, calling for her as he went.
"Ma'am! ma'am! All fixed Ms Masterson! I just need your signature please!"
"In here," Pete heard her call from a closed door at the end of the hallway.
Opening the door Pete found Ms Masterson laying naked on the bed, her arms outstretched with her knees bent and pressed together, and hips twisted to the side.
Pete had heard about this happening with customers from other guys at work but he never thought it would happen to him.
"Come here Peter," she motioned with her finger.
"Ms Masterson, I appreciate your offer and you are most definitely extremely attractive, but I have a girlfriend."
"Peter, Peter, come now, she's not here now, and I can keep a secret if you can. Please...call me Jill."
Pete's hard-on raged in his pants.
"I can see you want me.," her eyes looked down at his manhood. "Satisfy me like my husband never does."
The bill fell out of Pete's hand onto the floor, and he started unbuttoning his shirt. Jill smiled as she watched him undress. Pete kicked off his shoes and walked out of his pants jumping into the bed with Jill.
Pete climbed on top of Jill. She grabbed his face and pulled his mouth to hers, probing Pete's mouth with her tongue. She could feel his stiff cock rubbing up against her inner thighs and crotch. In a move that surprised Pete, Jill wrapped her left leg around his waist and quickly turned Pete into his back. She sat up straddling Pete's thighs, his cock standing at attention between her legs.
Raking her nails down Pete's chest Jill wrapped her hand around Pete's shaft and began stroking it up and down. Pete could barely contain himself and was about to explode when Jill stopped stroking.
"Not yet," she whispered and covered his penis with a condom.
Feeling his orgasm building Pete reached up to cup Jill's firm breasts and hard nipples. Jill placed her hands over Pete's and began to move his hands with hers over her breasts. He pinched her nipples and Jill let out a slight moan. Firmly she grabbed Pete's wrists and forced them above his head. She held them there for a minute and Pete heard a click.
Pete tried to bring his hands down but found them restrained above his head. Things were starting to get interesting he thought, giving up control to Jill.
Jill began tracing her tongue over Pete's chest. As she went down further his penis brushed her breasts and a small squirt of precum filled the tip of the condom.