"Shit, shit, shit. Don't go. I'm coming," Dawn screamed. She put on her glasses and grabbed the white cotton t-shirt that she had left at the end of her bed. She then took off down the stairs towards the front door.
The pounding on the door had stopped thirty seconds earlier. Dawn was amazed at how fast she bounded down the stairs. She threw the door open and immediately began waving, barely responding to the bright morning light. "Stop. Stop. Please don't leave," she pleaded with the air conditioner repairman putting stuff into his truck.
"Time is money lady," the man said. For a split-second, Dawn noted the tall, hefty build and tan complexion of the man. He was obviously working-class unlike her husband. He even looked a bit like him, but a gruff stubble ended any similarities. Dawn snapped back to reality.
"I know. I overslept. Please don't leave. It's so hot and my family can barely stand it," she continued her pleading.
The man sighed. He held onto the door of the truck and looked at the woman considering how charitable he felt. Her appearance didn't hurt matters. She was about 5'4", probably 130 pounds and had a great set of, he guessed, 34C breasts whose nipples poked out from below the t-shirt. Her brown, shoulder-length hair was strewn about, telling him that she had just come out of bed. The image was appealing to him. "Alright, alright. You caught me on a good day. I got other calls to get to you know," he seemingly chastised her.
"I know. I know. I really, really appreciate you doing this and I'm so sorry," Dawn said as she turned convinced that he would follow her. He did after grabbing his tools. As she walked up the stairs to her front door, she stopped and leaned over slightly to pick up a toy that her daughter had left there. It was then that she quickly reminded herself what she was wearing.
It was too late. The man had already seen what she was trying to hide. The t-shirt she wore crept up just enough to allow him to glimpse the bright pink lacy boy short panties she had slept in. She extended one leg up to facilitate leaning over and he glanced at the thin material that covered her pussy. The sight gave him a slight rise to say the least.
Dawn tried to act like nothing had happened and walked through the door and allowed him to follow her inside. She closed the door behind him. "I'm going to just run upstairs real quick to change...," she began.
Through clenched teeth the man said, "Lady, c'mon..."
"Okay. Okay. I'll just take you into the basement to show you the air conditioning unit," she said, not wanting to piss him off and have him leave.
She felt more than a little self-conscious as she led him down the tight stairwell into the basement below the rest of the house. He seemed as if he was right on her heels and she could even sense the faint appealing smell of his antiperspirant and maybe a slight hint of cologne. His cologne was different from her husband's but she liked it. She reached the bottom of the stairs and turned to the immediate right into the laundry room that housed the air conditioning unit. The man, instead, turned to his left.
"Holy shit lady! This is absolutely gorgeous!" he exclaimed as he stood and admired the finished basement. Dawn and her husband had just completed the renovation. The crowning jewel of the room was the full bar that sat in the corner. It had the dark wood and the brass look her husband was looking for in his home bar. The pub look was complimented by a pool table that was to the bar's immediate right. The appliance man was apparently in love with it all.
"I'm completely impressed," the man said as he walked to the bar and ran his hand along its top. "Is this cherry wood?" Dawn, a bit perturbed, didn't answer. The man, undaunted continued. "And this pool table is primo. What's your husband do? Print money for a living?"
Dawn answered a little tersely, "He's a salesman." She paused for a second and then continued with, "and he's going to be pissed if the air conditioner's not fixed."
"Alright, take it easy," the man responded but took a seat at the bar. "Hey, I love this bar. Is there any chance that I could get a drink?"
Dawn was more than a little angry now. She put her hands on her hips and cocked her stance and sharply responded, "What happened to the hurry you were in?" She was unaware that the small window at the top of the laundry room provided the appliance man a perfect silhouette of her gorgeous body from under the light t-shirt. He remembered the bright pink lacy boy shorts from earlier and made the decision right there that he didn't mind if this took all day. "Won't your boss be pissed?"
"Lady, I am the boss," he smugly responded. "Look, all I'm asking for is a quick drink."
Dawn took a huge sigh and thought "Why not?" before walking past the couch to behind the bar and asking him what he wanted.
