Drunken Passions:
Technical Support Favors
Being a computer geek is not without its benefits. For example, people who think you are weird and nerdy suddenly become your best friend when they need your help with their computer. Also it helps with the women, in that sometimes, on that very rare occasion, they are willing to pay you in ways other than money. That is what happens in this story: a sexy older woman seeks my help and in return awards me with carnal pleasures beyond my wildest dreams.
Jenna was a hot sexy red haired vixen in her early 40's(42 to be exact) who lived in the same trailer court I did down towards the end of the lot. I lived across the way in a single wide trailer I was renting when I had taken a job in a new town a with a local computer consulting corporation. My job was to help businesses with web page designs and data recovery but as a side line I did computer graphics because I loved to draw.
After high school, I went into the Air Force and learned computers. My first 18 months I designed systems to track planes and the missiles they fired. I also worked on ground base and plane based tracking systems to track incoming enemy fire
They offered to make me a network administrator so they sent me to school for 21 months to become a Cisco Certified Network Administrator and to learn data recovery, plus send me to OCS(officer candidate school) providing I give them six years of service so I took them up on it.
In the Air Force I rose to the rank of Captain and when my six years were up I was discharged honorably and decided to pursue further education and training in Computers.
I started college at 28 and went for three and one-half years . While I was in college, I double majored in Computer Science and Graphics Design. I loved to draw and loved computes as well so I decided to merge the two in a good marriage that would support me in life and yet let me enjoy my passion which was to draw.
Looking at me you wouldn't figure me for the "Computer Geek." Quite the contrary, most people thought I was an art major because I wore my hair in a pony tail and hung out with the "artsy crowd."
Standing about 5'9" tall weighing about 165 with an average build, long brownish blonde wavy hair and green eyes, I wasn't what you would call a pretty boy but I wasn't butt ugly either. I would be considered average looking but I wasn't a wall flower. I was quite popular and had no trouble getting a date with the "artsy girls" who were today's version of "free love" hippies and ready to spread their legs for good hot carnal sex and "free love".
I had seen Jenna around the trailer court as she would be working on her flowers and every time I would see her she would be dressed fairly provocatively. Dressed in a sexy halter tops with a plunging u-shaped necklines and shorts that were very short and tennis shoes, she would always get noticed and I for one noticed her as well and couldn't help get a hard on every time I saw her.
Even though I had normally not gone for older women, I could not help being attracted to Jenna; Hell, what man wouldn't. Standing about 5'7" tall weighing about 135 pounds measuring 36D-27-36 with flaming red hair that came down to her collar and jade emerald green eyes, Jenna was a knock out.
Even though she was a little over weight, you couldn't tell it. Her body was well toned and taut, her breasts were firm and supple, her hot little ass was curvaceous and she had long luscious well toned dancer's legs. In short, she looked good for a woman of 42 and had been blessed with the looks and body of a woman almost 10-15 years younger.
Jenna however was not the kind of lady a man would want to take home to momma and Sunday dinner with the preacher. In short, Jenna was what most people called redneck trailer trash; However, she didn't let it bother her. She knew it and was damned proud of it, and if people didn't like it, well to hell with them.
With our schedules however, I could never find the time to get to talk to her and also there was the fact that she always had some guy around her so if I was going to get to know her especially on an intimate level, I was going to have to stand in line and wait my turn.
My patience would pay off earlier than expected because one Saturday morning around in late May it was around 9:00 a.m. and I had gone out to get the morning paper and there was Jenna, out on the stoop, watering her box planters dressed provocatively as ever.
It was in the mid 70's and Jenna was in a lime green tank top with a plunging neck line and tight white denim shorts and flip flops. I got a woody just looking at her bending over as she obviously had seen me come out from my trailer and was purposely wiggling her taut little ass at me then looked up and pretended to see me and smile and put down her water pail.
She came over to me and we began to talk as she spun her web of desire that I was more than willing to fall into.
"Hey handsome," Jenna said as she sauntered over to me with a cigarette in one hand and what looked like a coke in another but as she got closer I could tell that there had been something added to the coke.
She flopped herself down on the wooden step of my front porch and leaned over to let me see that she was not wearing a bra and to give me a good glimpse of her healthy cleavage.
"What's ya been up to this morning sexy," Jenna said as she took another long drag of her cigarette and then offered me a puff to which I took one and as I gave it back to here she said keep it hun I got plenty more and reached in the front of her pants and pulled out her pack of Newport 100's.
We sat and talked for a few minutes then Jenna cut right to the chase when she said "I hear you are one of them computer gurus in that you can do something to make them work when they don't want to."
"Yeah I can," I replied.
"Well hun I wish you would come take a look at mine," Jenna replied finishing off her glass of liquid. "I don't know what the hell to do with it and am about ready to throw the damned thing out the window."
"I think I can come take a look at it," I replied smiling
"I sure would be very thankful to the person who fixes it," Jenna said seductively as she came up to me and put her hand on my chest. "I ain't got much money but I could cook you a good home cooked meal and I am sure we could work out some kind of mutual beneficial that would satisfy both of our needs" and she stressed the word "needs" as she pressed her body into mine and slipped her hand between us and slowly and gently rubbed my crotch.
There was no doubt left, Jenna was going to trade sex for computer repair but hell that was a deal I could live with.
"So when's a good time for you," I asked
Any time's a good time for me," Jenna replied and with that she gave a naughty wink. "Oh you're talking about fixing the computer" she said giving a devilish grin "Well hell there's no time like the present hun."