So, here I am, driving with my boss in the service truck, going to a house to look at somebody's broken central air. Why the hell is HE even here for? I'm very well capable of doing this myself. Nothing sucks more than getting stuck with the boss all day long. Oh well, at least I can watch him make an ass out of himself like he normal does with EVERY customer. It's a beautiful Summer day-nice and hot. Sunny. The middle of Summer. I feel bad for people whose air conditioning has died on them during heat waves.
We find the address, but not before my idiot boss has driven to the wrong street ten minutes earlier. A nice house, fairly big, set back from the street. Actually, it was hidden behind the house closest to the road. Kind of a weird set-up I thought. Either way, here we are.
Me and the boss get out of the truck, and stroll to the door. I already know what HE has planned-lying to the customer, and telling him that he needs an entire system replacement. Dumb-ass.
As we wait, I notice the yard is filled with toys for a little kid. Well, at least there's a chance that this person will be a mom. Hopefully a milf? As the door opens, I feel my heart skip a beat. At the door, stands a beautiful blonde goddess. She has beautiful blonde, curly hair, beautiful blue eyes, and what looks to be a beautiful, sexy body. She's wearing a "Michigan" t-shirt (just so happens to be MY team too), and a pair of black yoga pants. She was barefoot, and had some of the sexiest feet I've ever seen on a woman. I have a major foot-fetish, and one of the first things I look at on a woman are her feet. Hers are beautifully pedicured, with nice high arches, and beautifully proportionate toes. The dark red toenail polish highlighted them to perfection. She looked about a size seven. About five and a half feet tall, and while not fat, not skinny. The perfect milf body.
"Hi there, we're here to look at your central air!" my idiot boss says.
"Thanks so much for coming-it's SO hot in here!" she replies.
I had to agree with her that SOMETHING was hot anyway!
She holds the door open, and as we walked past her, she smiles at me. I managed to smile back, being fully aware of the bulge growing in my pants. After about fifteen minutes of looking at her central air, it was determined that her furnace needed a new blower motor. Actually, I was more interested in looking at this beautiful woman standing next to me. I would occasionally catch her looking at me as I pretended to be helping my boss. Although not model material, I consider myself fairly good looking. I'm twenty-five years old, about six feet tall, and am a stocky two hundred pounds. I keep my hair shaved like a cop does, and sport a mustache and goatee. I've had my fair share of company after the bar on a Saturday night. I thought to myself who could be so lucky to be married to this lady?
We didn't have the part for her furnace, so it was determined that we would fix it tomorrow. We made arrangements to come back tomorrow, and get her machine up and running. All the rest of the day and night, I have a hard time not thinking about my fantasy woman.
The next day finally came about, and off I go. I had to stop at the supplier to pick up the part first, but it only delayed me for about an hour. As I got to her house, I drove slowly up the driveway. I noticed that there was a car in the yard today. Weird I thought. As I knock on the door, a guy I could only assume was her husband answered. My dreams are destroyed at that instant. As it turns out, however, he was on his way to work. I noticed my dream woman in the kitchen-she was wearing beige capri's and another t-shirt. Easy access I thought, but not very sexy. Nice ass and legs though
I'm working in the basement, and heard some mumbling from the main floor. Apparently, the husband is saying goodbye, as I heard the door slam on his way out. Since it was such a nice day out, I decided to take the entire blower assembly out to my truck, and change the motor in the fresh air. I grabbed the assembly, and ventured outside.
"Is everything OK?" she asks as I went outside with the part.
"Yes, I just want to to do it all outside in the fresh air!" I reply.
"Yes, it is beautiful out, isn't it?" she says with a smile.
"Very!" I reply. Little did she know that I was relating to how beautiful SHE is, and trying hard to keep from passing out from lack of blood to my LITTLE head!
After about fifteen minutes, I heard the door slam. I looked over, and to my amazement, my lady has decided to join me. She's changed her clothes however, and is wearing a bikini top, and Daisy-Duke shorts. Her beautiful feet are sitting in a pair of flip-flops. She has amazingly long, toned, tanned legs. Her breasts, now barely restrained by her bikini top, are clearly real, and a DD cup at least. My jaw drops, and she smiled.
"Mind of I join you and catch some Sun?" she asks.
"Not at all!" I respond. What kind of male would refuse the scenery? I've noticed that on occasion, a woman will come to the door to greet me, and then quickly excuse herself, only to come back with her hair done, and fresh makeup on. It's somewhat intriguing to know that women find me attractive enough to try to make themselves appear attractive to me, once they see me.
With that, she pulls over a deckchair, and lays down, on her back, with her feet facing me. I'm sure she notices my cock getting fat and hard in my pants. How I wished she was sucking it right now. She kicks off her flip-flops, so I had the beautiful view of her bare feet. Beautiful pink soles, nice long legs, flat stomach, and beautiful, firm tits. She is amazing, and to die for.
