Laying the Cable

My morning was starting out as any other had. An hour and a half of driving halfway across the state, sit in on a fifteen minute meeting, collect my paperwork and equipment, load up my truck and head out into the county for the rest of the day. My name is Steve, and I'm a cable lineman. There's not really too much to tell about me. I grew up a fairly normal kid, did well in school, graduated near the top of my class. Although I had my pick of just about any college in the state I wanted to go to, I found my calling in my first free summer when I started working for my uncle, who was a cable company sub-contractor. I did a lot of the grunt work like digging trenches for lines, crawling underneath houses with just a foot or so of crawlspace, carefully trying to climb my way through hot attics in the summer heat. It was rough work, tiring work that kept you out from dawn 'til dusk and then some. But the money was fantastic. My uncle paid me the same rate he earned for any work he did, and I cleared $10,000 my first summer of working. I knew this was the job for me.

So now I've been doing this for ten years, and I can't complain about my place in life. I have more than enough money, I live in a nice house sitting on about 60 acres of prime horse farm country in Kentucky. I've had a few girlfriends, but nobody I ever felt close enough with to take that next step. Not that I ever seem to have the time. I'm busting my back at least 45 hours a week. I don't mind it though because the pay is so good, I am considering retiring in just another decade as long as they don't slash my rates. I'm definitely no slouch, though. I work hard, and I may not look like an adonis, but my body is strong and stout, and solid where it needs to be ... everyplace but my stomach. A little paunch there, but I don't have the beer gut that seem to consume many of my co-workers. Overall, I think I'm an acceptable catch. I can hold my own in just about any conversation, I've got decent looks, and I've never had a woman complain about my bedroom performance either. Still, I've never been able to make that right connection with a potential wife. Maybe that's why I work as much as I do, to avoid thinking about it?

As I was saying, this particular morning started out like all the rest. My first stop of the day was a trouble call that was made last night. The subscriber complained that all of his channels were out. As I pulled up to the house, I could immediately see what the problem was. The main line running to their home was down. As I pulled up to the pole that the line was mounted to and running down, it appeared as if somebody had taken a hatchet to the line and just chopped the devil out of it. From the pole the line ran underground all the way to the house, so I was certain I had found the culprit. It only took me a few minutes to repair the breach, and then I drove on up to the house to see if the owner was in and check their reception to ensure everything was restored to satisfaction.

Like a lot of homes out in the country in Kentucky, it sat on a wide plot of land, a little hilly but it look like it had been leveled at some point. It had a big modern 2-story house, a beautiful garden in front leading the way to the front door. I made my way up the steps, and I rang the doorbell. Not getting an answer, I knocked on the door this time, and still no response. I started to walk away when I heard the door open.

"OHMYGOD! The cable company!," I heard a voice say. "I totally forgot my husband said you were coming out this morning!"

I turned around, and received a very surprising image. There stood a leggy brunette, 5'11", wearing only a slinky but solid black satin camisole and a matching pair of panties. I couldn't help but start at the bottom and work my way up to her face. I also couldn't help but blush at this half-naked woman standing in her doorway talking to me.

"Come in, sir, please come in! Oh I am SO sorry I completely spaced this morning! My husband told me last night that the cable was out and that they were sending out somebody to fix it."

She opened her door wide, smile very politely at me, and I stepped inside. She pointed me over to a small love seat and asked me to sit down. She asked me if I would like anything to drink, and I said a glass of water would be nice.

"What did you need to speak with me about this morning, hon?" she called out from the kitchen.

"Well, ma'am, I came to talk to you about your cable television service. I'm afraid that ..."

The lady walked in with my water just as I was saying this, and her jaw just dropped and she just stared in disbelief as I started to speak.

"OHNOOOO! No I just realized that we're behind on our cable bill!" she cried out. "And my husband just left this morning! I'll be he didn't remember to leave me either a check or the checkbook to pick it up!"

She ran off into another room, and I was speechless. "Well, ma'am, that's not .."

She cut me off again, saying, "No no no! I'll find your money around here somewhere, just tell me how much it is, baby, and I'll take care of you!"

"Ma'am," I tried to say again, "you don't have to --"

She came back into the living room, this time in a tizzy. "Oh, no, I just can't find the extra checkbook! What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?!"

She crashed down onto the love seat next to me, she was now starting to cry. "My husband is going to shit himself when he comes back tonight and the cable TV isn't back on. He's been waiting for that big boxing match and he'll just go crazy if it he can't watch it!"

She crashed her head into my lap and sobbed horribly. Instinctively I tried to comfort her, pulling the stray dark hairs from around her face and smoothing it back on her head. I wasn't going to try to say anything more at the moment, I figured it was just better for her to sob it out.

Maybe I should have, though. As she tried to choke back her tears and I kept stroking her hair, I felt the familiar stirrings of a hard-on forming right underneath this lady. 'Oh, no!' I thought to myself, 'Not now! Why now?!' I don't know what it is about the situation, but I was getting an erection, and any minute now it was going to be pressing against this woman's cheek.

Maybe it wasn't so surprising. After all, it had been well over a year since the last time I had sex with a woman, and now there was one all over my lap, soaking my pants with her warm tears, me trying to tenderly calm her down. Damn, this was just embarassing. And I knew there was no way I could hide it. I just closed my eyes and tried to pretend that this wasn't happening, hoping that it cleared up quickly. She sobbed for a minute more, and then just kinda stopped and paused. She slowly raised her head up and gave me this funny look. I wasn't sure what it was, but I got this pit forming in my stomach.

She swung herself over my lap, and wrapped her arms around me. I was pretty sure by then that I'd turned pale as a ghost, I wasn't sure I liked where this was going at all. I started to stammer out a response, but she placed her hand over my mouth.

"Mister," she said, "my husband will be home tonight, and he'll be expecting to watch that fight. My husband gives me just about everything I can ask for, and I will not deny him this pleasure."

She started to rub her hands up and down my chest, gripping my chest hairs through my uniform shirt. Her fingers paused over my name badge, holding it, almost fondling it as she was saying all of this and looking at my name badge.

She continued, "Steve, I'm going to make you this one offer. I can tell I'm turning you on, I already felt your dick trying to poke me in the cheek. If you promise not to disconnect the cable today, I'll have sex with you."

She slipped a hand between us, down to my fly. She found the zipper, slowly pulled it open, and began to fumble for my cock.

"But you have to promise me something," she said. "You have to promise that you won't tell your co-workers about this. You have to promise that my husband will NEVER find out about this. And I'm just going to offer this one time only, so don't get any big ideas. My husband will be back tonight, and tomorrow morning I'll come down to the cable office with a check. You HAVE to promise me this."

I wanted to tell her that it wasn't right. I wanted to tell her that she had all the wrong ideas, about the situation, and about me. I opened my mouth to say something, but she put a few fingers over my lips again. Her other hand was now firmly wrapped around my cock, and stroking it up and down slowly. I was getting harder in her grasp, and I couldn't stop myself. I couldn't help myself. I was completely astounded. I silently resigned myself to the fact that this woman had just propositioned to screw me, and I was too afraid to refuse her. I realized that I was jeopardizing my job, the reputation of my company, all because of this. But I could do nothing but settle back into the love seat and try to hurry this along as best as possible.

Seeing me lower my resistance, she took both of her hands and placed them on her thighs, and ran them up her body in an erotic manner. She reached her breasts and paused, slowly sliding all her fingers over her nipples and then pinching them, then resumed her hands climb all the way to her head. She reached through her hair, combing her fingers through it, and removing a hair band. She brought her hands back down her body in the same manner. As she reached her thighs, she moved them inside, and up between her legs. My cock was now fully erect, jutting up and rubbing along her crotch. She took it and slowly started to rub it over her pussy, her thin panties separating us.

I closed my eyes, trying to relax and prepare for the unavoidable. I started to notice her smell, it was a light vanilla scent. It's one of my favorite scents on a woman, which was about the last thing I needed now - more encouragement to carry through with this act. As I was doing this, she continued to play with my cock, rubbing it harder against her pussy. I felt her wetness soaking through the fabric of her panties. My hips wanted to thrust into her, but I was trying to hold myself back. I was trying not to enjoy myself. I mean, I SHOULD have been, but I shouldn't have... damn I was just so confused as to what to do right next.

My confusion was not stopping this lady in the least, though. She used my cock to push her panties aside, and then ran the head of my cock up and down the opening to her pussy. I opened one eye just a little, enough to see that she had full, thick lips. She had shaved most of her pubic hair off, leaving only a small, trimmed strip on her mound. A moan escaped her lips as she slowly slid it inside of her. For somebody who thought she was doing this as a last ditch effort to save herself, she sure seemed to be enjoying this more than I was. I felt her pussy sink onto my shaft, slowly pushing until she'd completely hit the base of my cock and was sitting on my balls. She started to pump herself up and down on my cock, first with her hips, then using her legs to establish a rhythm.

My hands started to move up her legs, then to her hips. I stayed there, not sure if I even had a right to go any higher. She moved her hands up onto my shoulders, giving herself a little more leverage as she was fucking me. "Steve ..." she moaned out. SHIT! I forgot, she even knew my name, and I didn't know hers. I mean, I knew her last name, I knew her husband's name because it was on the billing and paperwork that was attached to my clipboard next to us, but I didn't know anything about the lady. I didn't understand why she was doing this. I didn't understand why I wasn't stopping her. All these thoughts were racing through my mind, but they didn't calm me, and they didn't ease my erection. I was honestly not excited or thrilled with this little tryst, but my body seemed set on ignoring me and fulfilling its fleshly desires.

My hands on her hips seemed to have given her some encouragement. She started to thrust even more, grinding her pussy into my crotch, really working it. Involuntarily my hands were forced higher up her body. She grabbed my arms and guided my hands underneath her lingerie until my hands had fully cupped her breasts. She took her hands and placed them back on my shoulders, assuming that I knew where to go from here. I tried to do nothing, but eventually my fingers started to caress her skin and squeeze her tits. I felt so helpless in all of this. I was praying her husband didn't come home early so I could avoid any potential shame. Her pussy squeezed hard against my cock, her moans increased in frequency and loudness. I groaned in pleasure, knowing I had no right to feel this but was no longer able to control it. I had fully given in, I started to meet her thrusts with my own. Her pussy was very wet now and we glided against each other easily.

The walls of her cunt were now starting to contract, and I could feel my own balls tightening in reaction. I was going to cum in this woman and I didn't even know if she was on the pill. What if I got her pregnant? What would her husband think? It didn't matter now, his wife was now riding my cock for all it was worth, she was thrashing her head and moaning loudly, and I was on the verge of burying my seed deep inside her womb. She fell forward on me, burying her head in the crook of my neck and biting it, suppressing her cries as her orgasm hit. I couldn't help it now, I moaned loudly as my orgasm also hit, and I started pumping my cum into her cunt. All I could focus on now was this one carnal pleasure, my cock now taking the aggressive stand, ramming itself into her limp and prone body. Her pussy was still contracting against me, she was still moaning in pleasure into the side of my neck, encouraging me to finish this dirty deed as she suckled from my flesh. I fully threw myself into this, cumming six, seven times, maybe more, I wasn't even really counting. God it felt too fucking good to worry about it, it had been a long time since I'd had any sex. I felt our mixed juices starting to run down my shaft and balls as my climax declines, and I stopped thrusting myself.

We sat for a few minutes in the afterglow of our act, crashed against each other, neither of us saying a word. My mind had gone completely blank at this point, a sense of peace had finally come to me. Eventually she picked herself up, slowly eased herself off of my half-limp dick, climbed off of me without saying a word. I sat there for maybe another minute more, and then my sense of reality came crashing back down on me. Wasting no time, I crammed my package back into my fly and zipped it up, I gathered my hat and clipboard and made my way out of the house.

I didn't take more than a few steps out of the house when she called for me. I turned around, my head looking down at the ground.

"Steve ... I found a check for you ..."

My courage found its place suddenly. "Damnit, lady!" I stammered out, "That's what I've been trying to tell you this morning! You didn't owe me a check! You weren't behind on your bill! I just came out to fix the damage to your cable line, and all I needed to do was to check your TV reception inside. I wasn't trying to seduce you!"

She looked at me with a blank stare, a look of shock that was probably equal to the shock I experienced when she had propositioned. "I'm sorry ..." was all I could say now, a dejected tone in my voice. "I didn't mean to take advantage of our misunderstanding ..."

"Steve, honey ..." she said with a pause. "I know I wasn't behind on my bill ... it was I who took advantage of you."

She came close to me now, she grabbed me by my shirt collar and kissed me deeply. She then took her check and stuffed it into the pocket of my shirt.

"The check wasn't for the cable company, it was for you" she said.

"Ma'am, I can't take your check," I replied back. "It ... it just wouldn't be right."

A sweet smile came across her lips along with a mock pout. "You'd better take my check," she said, "or I'll be forced to tell my husband what happened. Besides, I think on that check you will find my private cell-phone number. I want you to call me sometime this week."

With a sweet kiss on my cheek, she stepped back into her doorway, gave me a wink, and then closed it.