Her heart throbbed in her chest and she was wet between her legs. It was a shaky couple of hours, waiting for that damn repairman to get here. Mari used the number given to her by her doctor to call an air conditioning repairman, and judging from the voice on the phone and how the doctor had talked about this person, Mari figured she could get a special discount. When she asked Henry about it, his face got pink at the idea. Not pink with anger, but a naughty pink.
They set up a small camera on the fridge, aiming towards the dinner table, at which Mari sat. Henry was in the bedroom, door locked, at the computer watching and waiting. Noon-to-four was a really long time, longer now with the nervousness over what may happen today. He had only seen Mari touch another man some months ago, when a cop caught them and she had to give him a handjob. It was scary and thrilling and exciting and daring and sexy to think about.
Sex on camera was new too, they'd been taking pictures of one another and only started video last week. Henry had re-watched that POV blowjob several times, finding Mari's overacting quite sexy. Now, he had a bar of lead under his shorts, just watching her sit neverously at the table, sipping water and coffee, and thinking. Every time she looked up to the camera, she smiled and seemed to relax for a while. Then the door rang, she practically fell out of the chair.
She shot up and went to the door, which Henry could only partially see in the corner of the video. She checked her hair in the mirror, smoothed her clothing out (the black, spaghetti tank top and red skirt she wore their first time in public, with some high-heeled sandals), and opened the door. Henry could hear the introductions, the repairman's name was Robert, his friends called him Rob. Mari called him Rob.
She led him through the house, explaining how the central air went out a while ago, and that she and her boyfriend finally saved up "just enough" to get it fixed. She walked him out of the back of the house, where they inspected the central air unit. Henry couldn't see it, but Mari was beginning her seduction of the Rob the repairman. When he began to point things out, she would bend over to look, letting him get an eyeful of, well, everything. She caught him looking down her top at her small, braless tits. When he pointed something out to her way on the inside, she squatted down, giving her skirt a hitch, flashing a tiny hint of bare vagina Then, when he wanted her to sign the consultation form, she set it on the air unit, bent over straight legged in front of him, and gave her little butt a gentle wiggle, like something done involuntarily. When she handed the clip board and pen back to Rob, his face was very red.
She brought him back inside, to talk pricing. She led him into the kitchen, offering him some water. He sat in the chair Mari had been in, telling her the pricing structure. Mari, who was standing at the counter, leaning against it, flashed him sultry looks every now-and-then. Henry got a good look at the repairman, who he found to be quite handsome. Rob was pretty craggy, looked about 6'2", 180 lbs., kind of stocky, but obviously muscly underneath his uniform.
When he mentioned the total price, Henry gulped, but Mari coolly walked over to him with a frowny face and said, "well, we didn't think it'd be that much, is there anyway to get a discount, or something?"
Rob was slightly taken aback, but this seemed more like a put on. He said, "well, the prices are set down by the corporate office, I don't thi--"
She touched his thigh, looking right into his eyes, said in a chirpy, flirty voice, pouting slightly, "are you sure there isn't anything I can do to get a discount?"
She moved her tiny hand to the nicely sized bulge in the uniform's pants. Mari slowly unzipped his pants, seemed surprised at Rob's lack of underwear, as his cock shot out. It stood angling upward, circumsized, around seven inches. Mari smiled, though Henry couldn't see it. She wrapped her hand around it, started stroking softly. She asked, "does this get me 10%?"
"Well, ummm, I think," Rob began, but she spit on her hand for lubrication and started stroking faster, he continued, "I think 10% will work. But, what about your boyfriend?"
She giggled, "oh, don't worry about him, he's at work. He left me her here by myself, all lonely and horny."
"Tragic," Rob said, leaning back, enjoying the feel of Mari's small, soft hand.
She stared up at Rob, her hand now moved quite quickly. Henry's hand was moving at the same rate as her's, as he watched from the bedroom on his computer screen. This went on for a short while, and when Rob's cock produced a tiny droplet of precum, Mari smile, brought her lips to its head, just short of touching.
She talked in a heavy, breathy voice, letting the warm air of her mouth tickle the bare head of Rob's manhood, "so, if I use my lips will I get 20?"
