Carl's service call stop at 1339 Starlite drive was without a doubt his favorite. Not because the work was easy, which it was. It was because of Mrs. Donnelly. Her name was Tina, but he never called her by her first name. And it wasn't out of respect, quite the opposite actually. Mrs. Donnelly was your typical fantasy story bored housewife. And Carl was the beneficiary.
Every month or so, Carl's dispatcher radioed him and sent him to the Donnelly residence. He had no idea what Mrs. Donnelly kept telling her husband, but he was sure forking out some steady cash to have his electrical wiring "fixed".
The house was a sturdy old foundation home, a modest 2-story residence, typical of middle income families in the area. Out front was a small sloped grass yard, split by the sidewalk leading form the one and a half car garage to the front door. Around the back the backyard was taken up pretty much by the covered patio and the medium size pool.
Carl parked at the curb, not in the driveway and walked up to the door with his tool bag. He rang the bell, and waited. Cassidy, the only child, answered the door. She got the same look on her face she always did, which was a mix of sneer and distain. She had disliked him from the first time he came by.
"Mom!!" she yelled, "The electrician is here. I'm going out by the pool, taking the phone with me."
She was already on her way, so Carl closed the door behind him and stepped inside the foyer. Mrs. Donnelly came down the stairs, sauntering a bit and bouncing a little more than necessary. She had been a tease from day one. Acting like she was a little more well-to-do than she was, trying to act high and mighty, treating him like a lesser person. He had laughed it off the first time, seeing nothing special about her.
She was 36, starting to show subtle signs of aging, but not unattractive. Her chest was probably 36D and not as perky as they might have been before childbirth, and her hips had some shape but no cottage cheese. She had something of a middle age pooch, nothing to be embarrassed about, but not something to intentionally show off.
Her facial features were average, nice eyes, a slightly pointed nose and freckles. Her hair was mostly brunette, with some modest highlights, just beyond shoulder length, and wavy.
Mrs. Donnelly walked past him without a word and over to the sliding glass door leading to the back. She started to close the curtains, but Carl stopped her, telling her to leave them open. She looked back and glared at him a bit, but he didn't care. "Which one is it this time MRS. Donnelly?"
He always emphasized the Mrs. part, as if it meant nothing to him. She tossed her hair a bit and mumbled something about upstairs, leading him to the second floor. She pointed him to the bathroom, and said.
"Right there." As she started to slip past him to go back downstairs, he dropped his bag and wrapped an arm around her waist.
His breath was warm on her neck as he hissed in her ear, "Where are you going MRS. Donnelly? My assessment of the situation is that the outlet is hot, and the lady of the house is hot to trot."
She struggle some, but he held her firmly. "Why don't you go change and give me a HAND?" he growled. She pulled away and he let her go. She disappeared into the master bedroom for a moment, and re-emerged wearing a button up sleeveless white shirt, with a lacy red push-up bra underneath. The bottom of the shirt was tied in a knot even with her belly button. Her jean shorts were cut off, faded, and showing signs of holes. She strode past him and down the stairs, and disappearing around the corner.
Carl heard her holler outside to Cassidy that she would be upstairs helping him. When she came back to the base of the stairs, she found him sitting at the top step, pants off and legs spread wide. His cock was half erect already.
"What are you doing?!" she hissed, shooting a glance back towards the yard.
"Shut your mouth and come here."
She took and step and was immediately stopped by his dominant growl, "NO..., crawl up to me," he said.
