So here I was alone playing an on-line game waiting for the air conditioner man to came over and start hooking up my new air conditioner. It was 30 degrees C, and it’s now been 3 weeks since I had sex last, I almost dread now that I quit my job as a prostitute in a legalized brothel. At least when I was there, I got it regularly, now I had to find it. It made me horny and pleasured myself daily.
Then there was a knock on the door. I was in a stupor, and didn’t realize what I was wearing. I was wearing, a barely buttoned white shirt and knickers, as I was home and didn’t expect anyone for at least 30-45 minutes time. Or did time get away from me.
I opened the door and it was the air conditioner man, I tried to cover up as best I could, and I could feel myself blush a little, and my heart race. I let him in, and lead him to the room that the AC was being put in. He was hot, because it was summer/spring weather he wore shorts and a tank top, as well as his work belt. Then I closed the door behind him. I then watched him measure things on the wall, with my arms crossed against my breasts. I didn’t know at the time, but my nipples could be seen clearly through my shirt. All I kept thinking, was how big his cock might be and if he was married. He every now and then glanced at me, and grinned. Eventually I turned away and went into my bedroom, but before I went inside I made one final glance back over my shoulder at him. Dam, I was getting horny now, it’s been 3 weeks since I had sex and for me that’s a long time.
I lay there on my bed wondering, should I pop in to my old work, just to satisfy this hunger I was feeling. I could hear him banging and screwing, as he assembled the air conditioner in the main room. I drifted off to sleep, as it was very hot. I dreamt, that he was working naked and sweat run down his spine.
When I woke from my small slumber, I was covered in sweat, and I could tell I was wet as well. I looked around, and I caught a glimpse of him looking at me. It made me shiver despite the heat. I then decided it was time to see if he wanted a break, as it was 40 degrees Celsius.
Mark was his name. “Mark, would you like a drink?” I asked. “Sure.” He said. “Come into the kitchen and have a break” I said. He went into the bathroom and rinsed himself off. I felt my knickers, and they were soaked, so as he washed, I removed them and put on a denim cut-off shorts, they were very skimpy but showed no wet patches, and I removed my soaked shirt and put on a tank top, that didn’t covered my belly button. I then returned to the kitchen and poured him a large glass of coke. Mark came in soon after, and sat down and took the coke. I hardly breathed as I watched him down the coke, and was thinking of my next move.