"Mr. Couglar! Boy, am I glad to see you!"
The beautiful blonde stood in the doorway, wearing only the skimpiest of bikinis. She may as well have been nude. The tiny triangles of the top barely covered the nipples of her buxom breasts. Meanwhile, the thin strip of the bottom was just wide enough to cover the hairless feminine cleft beneath it.
Jim Couglar managed to tear his gaze away from her nubile young body long enough to meet her ocean blue eyes. "Good to see you, Candi. Happy to help. Definitely not a good day for your air conditioner to go on the fritz. Can't have you melting here all alone while your parents are at work, now can I?"
"Oh, you have no idea," Candi giggled. "Look at me, I'm all sweaty. I was about to go and cool off in the pool when you arrived."
Jim followed her into the house, admiring her tight little bubble butt, and the way the string of her bikini bottom buried itself between her firm, well tanned cheeks. He envied that string, wishing it was his tongue there instead.
Candi turned and smiled when she caught him looking. "So, where do you wanna get started?"
"Um, HVAC unit is in the basement, right? I'm assuming the breaker box is as well?"
"The what box?"
"The breaker box. So I can shut the... oh, nevermind, just point me to the basement."
Candi led the way downstairs, affording him more time to oogle her almost nude body.
The heat was only slightly less oppressive in the basement. Still, Jim was already sweating. So was Candi, standing directly beside him. Her scent was strong but not at all unpleasant.
"Focus, dammit,"
he thought, chasing his wild thoughts away to concentrate on the task at hand.
He located the breaker box easily enough. The switches were labeled, fortunately. Jim reached out to flick the HVAC switch in order to kill the power, but it was already in the OFF position.
Toggling it, there was a click, followed by a power hum and, moments later, the rush of air blowing through the ductwork.
"Well, if that wasn't the easiest fix ever," Jim chuckled. "Circuit tripped. Must have been a surge. Happens a lot in the summer; overtaxed power grids."
Candi squealed excitedly. "It's fixed? That was it? Oh my God, you must think I'm such an idiot! I can't believe I never thought of that. I feel so stupid!"
"Don't," Jim smiled. "How would you know if no one ever showed you? But at least now you'll know for next time, if it happens again."
Candi threw herself into him. "Oh, Mr. Couglar, thank you! I owe you, big time!"
Jim's cock stirred in his pants as Candi's hug lingered. His arms wrapped around her, his hands finding the small of her back. Her skin was warm, soft, inviting.
Candi must have felt his arousal, but instead of pulling away, she pushed herself against him, her breasts now firmly against his chest."You know, it'll take awhile for the house to cool down. Wanna join me for a swim?"
"Is this really happening?"
Jim wondered. Out loud, he managed a nervous, "I'd love to, but, um, I didn't bring a swimsuit."
Candi arched an eye. "That's okay. You can just swim in your boxers. Or less, if you prefer," she winked.
Jim's heart raced with excitement at her more than obvious inference. Still, he felt obliged to offer up the standard objection. "I don't think my wife would approve of that."
Candi's breath was warm on his lips, her own mere inches away. "I won't tell if you won't."
Jim had a moment where guilt gnawed at him. He could almost hear the Angel on his left shoulder:
"Please, stop! Consider Elaine. You'll break her heart!"
The Devil on his right didn't hesitate to snap back.
"Elaine? You mean 'Sex Once A Month If She's Not Too Tired And Blowjobs Only On Father's Day' Elaine? Fuck that bitch! This girl is fucking gorgeous and SHE WANTS YOU, DUDE! So what are you waiting for?"
Jim's inner demon, and ultimately his raging erection, made the choice for him.
Grabbing Candi, he pulled her to him. Their lips met, parted, and immediately welcomed each other's dancing tongues.
Jim couldn't remember the last time he felt flesh this firm yet soft beneath his hands. Candi responded to his touch eagerly, yanking open Jim's shirt, fingers running through his chest hair before sliding down his sides then grabbing for his belt buckle.
Jim reluctantly stopped her. "Not here," he panted, gasping for breath. "Too hot. Upstairs. Now!"
Candi giggled as he swatted her ass for emphasis, then turned and darted up the steps, Jim following closely behind.
Her bikini top was off by the sixth step. By the ninth step Jim had caught up and yanked at the two strings that held on the bottoms, which slipped off her to land unnoticed on step seven.
Jim was naked by the time they reached the couch. Candi flung herself supine, Jim vigorously threw himself on top of her.
"Oh, Mr. Couglar! Take me! Take me hard!"
Jim felt that awkward at first, and almost asked her to call him by his first name before realizing just how hot it was to have this gorgeous young 19 year old breathlessly calling him "MR. Couglar."
He was overcome with lust and desire, to the point an almost animalistic urge took over. Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her legs open wide. Her perfectly waxed vulva reflected the sunlight streaming in through the open bay windows which faced their street. Jim shrugged from his mind the thoughts of a passing neighbor or worse yet, his wife returning home from her errands early and glancing through to see him positioning himself between her splayed legs.
Her eyes went wide at his raging cock. "This what you want?" Jim snarled, wagging it at her.
"Oh, yes!" Candi cried. "Fuck me! Make me your little whore next door!"
