My name is Taylor, I'm a commercial electrician working in California around the Bay Area. This is a story from when I was still young in the trade, about 19, working on a 23 story high rise in downtown San Jose.
Being at the bottom of the hierarchy, I'd been givin the task of "quality control." My job was to simply walk through every apartment unit on every floor starting from the top, ensuring every receptacle, light fixture, switch and the like where in proper order for inspection. It was easy work, but boring and slow. Arriving on the 23rd floor with my cart and tools, I opened the door to unit 361 and began my day.
I was on my second unit of the day when I heard the hallway door open, click shut, open again, slam shut, then open again with a barrage of curses from a soft feminine voice. Crouching, having just adjusted the trim plate over a receptacle, I rolled back on my heels to get a look down the hall at the commotion and nearly fell over at the sight. A plump, curvy butt was pushing the door open while a high heeled boot struggled to keep it propped. She was fumbling to fit a cart like mine through the door but failing miserably.
"Let me help you with that," I called out, Getting to my feet I caught my first glimpse of her blond hair, tied into a messy pony tail under her pink hard hat.
"Shit, thank you!" She gasped as I swung the door open for her and the cart. "And sorry you had to hear that!" She finished with giggle.
"No...uh. No problem." I caught myself. My eyes glued to her swaying ass as she maneuvered the cart down the hall. Her tight blue jeans hugged her perfect ass, and her knee length high heel boots gave her strut that extra pop. Was she showing off? He shook his head to snap himself out of it, catching the trailing end of something else she said.
"I'm sorry?" I asked, following her back into the living room area.
"What are you up to in here all by your lonesome?" She repeated, turning to face me.
I was caught off guard once more. How had he not seen that massive rack? Her chest protruded out of her unzipped safety vest, barely held back by her thin white blouse. Her black lace bra was as clear as day through the fabric and the top left a generous amount of cleavage. They bounced slightly as she turned to face him.
"Eyes up here, stud." She called out, once again snapping him back to reality.
"I, uh, oh geez. I'm really sorry, I don't know what came-"
"Its fine," she interrupted. Her tits jiggling as she fanned her face with her hand " I get it a a lot. I usually keep my swear on but these units are hot!"
"Yeah, you're not kidding." I coughed out, keep in my eyes pointed out the window. I'd never been so embarrassed in my life. What do I do now? Face flushed, I glanced over to see her eyeing me up and down with a wicked- almost seductive-smirk on her face. Only now did I feel my erection fighting against the fabric of my pants. Her blue eyes seemed to sparkle as they passed over my groin area before meeting my eyes for the first time. She was older then I had first thought, but age had only helped her looks. Her full plump lips were parted slightly in the middle, adding to her sexual aura.
"Well?" She cooed, still waiting on an answer to her earlier question. Placing her hand on her hip, she stuck her butt out even more.
"I'm a sparky, just doing quality control." I breathed, calming down. "And you?"
"Decorator" she answered, walking into the bedroom, out of view. "Each unit gets its own living decor based on each customers request."
"Sounds like the two of us will be working side by side then." My wits were getting back to me.
"Mmmm, I hope so.." she teased from the other room.
A few hours passed by and the two of us worked quietly together. Her taking notes and measurements, me straightening switches and wall lights. I'd beat her to the next unit every time, and would happily help her get her cart into each unit. I'd been sneaking glances at her every chance I got, but I was pretty sure she knew and was actually making it easier. What happened next proved it.
"Hey sparky, come give me a hand!" She called out from the bedroom. Following her voice, I found her in the small closet standing on a short ladder she carried on her cart.