I got up in the morning after another boring night with my husband, poured myself a cup of coffee, and reached for the remote. He had just left for work, my daughter was at my parents' house, and, for once, I had the house to myself! I flipped on the tv looking for some news and saw nothing but visual white noise.
"What the fuck," I muttered. My only day off alone, and the cable is out. I quickly picked up the cordless on the table next to me. The cable lady apologized profusely (they were experiencing tough competition from satellite and did their best to retain their customer base)and promised someone would be there within the hour to check on the problem.
It was brutally hot outside and I decided to wash my car while I waited. So I put on my bikini top and a pair of white shorts and went outside and fired up the hose. Water is sexy, especially when it's so fucking hot outside you could cook a swordfish on the driveway. As I spread the soapy water all over the car's surface, I worked up a good sweat and cooled off by aiming the cool water on my body. That's when the cable truck pulled up.
I looked up and saw the driver, an older guy who was obviously checking out my hard nipples through the thin material of my top. He was tall, attractive, unshaven, and very sweaty.
