Eric walked up the front steps of his next job. The house was neat and white with a small porch. The front yard matched the house well with a neatly mowed lawn beneath a sprawling Poinciana tree. The flowerbeds were a riot of colour; tall dahlias with their impossible large flowers above snapdragons. In one bed a mass of sunflowers nodding their giant gold heads. On either side of the front steps were white daisy bushes with their sunny yellow centres.
He knocked on the door. There was silence for a while and he knocked again,
"Hi there, the cable guy is here!" he called out. He moved to the window to look in. He heard a faint voice but couldn't work out what it said. Then he heard footsteps coming towards the front door. He moved back to the door and waited.
"I'm so sorry I didn't hear you. I was in the shower."
Eric looked down at the diminutive woman in the doorway. She had indeed just gotten out of the shower. Her long wet hair was hanging over her breasts. The water dripping out of it had soaked into the white fabric of her tank top. Eric tried to look into her face but his gaze was captured but the sight of her hard nipples poking through the wet fabric.
"That's OK," he stammered. "It happens all the time. I am sorry I am a little early." He forced his eyes off the wet fabric clinging to her pert round breasts. He found himself diving into a set of liquid brown eyes with soft long lashes.
"Well the lounge room is just through here."
She walked in front of him down the hallway. The back view was just as nice as the front view. She was wearing a tiny pair of shorts over her neat round bottom. He could see a hint of her butt cheeks just below the leg of her shorts. Oh man! He had heard stories about visiting houses owned by women like this. As she walked her hips swayed. Did he imagine it or was she deliberately walking that way to tease him? He had fantasised many times about going to a job and being jumped by the client. Just being in the same room as this woman was making him horny.
They reached the lounge room. Like the rest of the house it was neat and tidy. A large comfy couch sat in front of a massive TV. Eric suddenly had a mental picture of this woman naked, bending over the couch beckoning him to thrust his cock into her wet, pink pussy.
Did he imagine it? She seemed a little agitated.
"I forgot, my name is Beth." She gave a small nervous laugh and he noticed a slight flush in her cheeks.
"I am Eric." He smiled at her. The more he saw of her the sexier she looked to him. He loved this kind of woman; no makeup, beautiful skin, clean and naturally sexy.
"Nice to meet you Eric. I am so glad you could come today. I only moved in last week but not having cable is killing me."
"Well I should be able to get that sorted for you in a jiffy." He smiled at her. This was turning out to be a great job. She was definitely the sort of client he liked, polite and helpful with a nice clean house.
"So the TV is there, obviously," she laughed again. "The connection is in the corner."
"Alrighty then. I better get to it." Eric moved over to the television and began unpacking his tool kit.
She left the room. Eric was both glad that she had left so he could concentrate and disappointed that she hadn't stayed to chat to him. He got to work. This was a pretty straightforward job, a standard connection. He didn't think it would take more than an hour.
Usually Eric could immerse himself in a job and work quickly. He loved the wiring part of this work; connecting the magic cable box to the television set and programming in the extra channels. Today it wasn't happening for him. His mind kept wandering back to the vision that had opened the door earlier. The sight of her wet hair dripping down over those round breasts really got him going. He loved that he could almost but not quite see the shape of her breasts beneath her tank top but not quite. He remembered the firm round butt on top of those lovely shapely legs and found himself fantasising about bending her over the couch.
