Phoebe couldn't believe she would finally be able to have Internet at her house. She couldn't recall the last time she browsed her favorite sites—she knew it was to the tune of beep, blip, buzz of dial-up.
Jim, the installer, called to say he had an opening and could get to her house that morning. She told him that would be just fine and went home to wait. She turned on her computer and had everything situated when she saw the large white van pull into her driveway.
She met Jim at the back door of the house and her heart skipped a beat as she looked into the most amazing blue eyes. Phoebe's husband had been away on business for a while and the sight of this tall, blue-eyed man left her heart aflutter and her nether regions stirring to life.
This last time Frank left on business he seemed so distant to her and refused to make love her before leaving. That was 10 days ago and Phoebe found her box of toys wasn't taking care of the burning ache in her loins. She had never broken their vows of marriage in the 10 years they'd been together. If she kept having lusty thoughts about Jim, she knew it was just a matter of time before her inner sex kitten roared to life.
"I see you have one pole with a satellite on it already," said Jim, bringing her out of her own thoughts. "Is that how you want your Internet satellite hooked up?"
"No. You can put it on the roof."
"Okay. I'll just need to see your computer and go over a few things before we get started."
Damn, I want to fuck this man, thought Phoebe. She led him through her kitchen and living room and into the bedroom where the computer sat. She learned to fantasize about all sorts of men a long time ago while pleasing herself. She just never had one this close to her while in her own bedroom before.
"I hope it's okay that it's a Mac," said Phoebe pointing to the small white box sitting in front of her television/computer monitor.
"You run your cable through there too?" he asked.
Phoebe nodded, trying not to stare into the deep pools of blue. She noticed Jim checking her out and starting thinking of scenarios in her mind to approach the subject of sex. Just as quick as they flicked through her mind, she discarded them. "There was nothing wrong with a little flirting," she thought. "It would sure give me something to think about after he leaves."
"Well, it should take about two hours and you'll be up and running," said Jim. "I'm going to get started."
She escorted him back outside and he pulled his van to the front of her house. Jim got out his ladder and placed it right in front of Phoebe's bedroom window. With lust in her eyes Phoebe watched Jim climb up and down the ladder as he prepped her house for her newest technological advance.
He came back into the house to ask a few more questions. Phoebe, prepared to tell Jim he had the most amazing blue eyes she'd ever seen, chickened out when he asked if it was okay for him to drill a hole in the wall to put the cable.
You can drill me, she thought and had to duck her head hide her mischievous smile. Why were all these sexual thoughts going through her mind with her husband gone? Did this mean their marriage was over? She knew she could support herself without any help from Frank and knew each time he left she started feeling less and less for him. All these lustful thoughts and feelings she began projecting toward Jim left her wanting to explore.
Jim left the bedroom, leaving Phoebe with her panties way wetter than when he first entered. As she heard him begin to drill through her house, she closed her eyes and imagined Jim's hands running down her body has he used his penis to "drill" deep into her depths.
She began to unconsciously lick her lips and closed her eyes. Her hands began to run up and down her breasts, gently massaging them over her shirt. When she realized what she was doing, Phoebe opened her eyes and noticed Jim turned his head quickly, but not quick enough to hide the smile on his face.
While Phoebe attempted to compose herself and wait for Jim's return, she tried to think of another way to get Jim out of his clothes. "Oh my God," she thought. "I'm really wanting to fuck this man."
He finished drilling and ran the cable to her bedroom. When he returned, he set up a white box and began plugging cords here and there.
He used his own computer to verify the connection. Phoebe kept asking questions and talking, trying to find a way to slip in "will you fuck me please" without it being so obvious. Jim had to again head outside and position the dish because he wasn't getting a signal.
Phoebe knew there was more than one signal he wasn't getting. She chewed on her bottom lip as she tried in vain to think of a pickup line or something to show him that it was okay to fuck her. She made up her mind she was ready to take this step. "To hell with Frank," she said. "Hell. He's probably fucking some trumped up tart in the hotel lounge anyway."
Bringing herself back to Jim, she thought and thought of ideas to make it be known that she wouldn't be saying no and to see if he was at least interested.
"God if I were out somewhere, this would be a piece of cake to get him in the bed with me," Phoebe said to herself. "Maybe I shouldn't have told him I'm married."
After about 10 minutes he returned to the bedroom and began pounding away at his keys. He started telling her information about her new provider and mentioned she would only be allowed a set amount of megabytes for downloading each day. Phoebe smiled. She finally had her opening.
"Does that mean I won't be able to download that much porn?" she asked innocently.
Jim's magnificent blue eyes got a little larger as he looked at her. "What? I've got needs and hubby's not here to take care of them. I don't suppose you'd wanna help a woman out?"