I'm an electrician by trade. The company I work for is quite happy to take work wherever they can get it, industrial, commercial or private. I tend to get a lot of the private work because I'm a bit of an extrovert and get on well with customers. A friendly tradesman is more likely to be invited back or recommended.
My current job was replacing lights. The house was a two story job and they had recently redecorated. Party of the redecoration was the replacement of all light fittings and that was where I came in.
I'd fronted up to the house in question and the woman of the house had greeted me and invited me in. The owner of the house was a doctor, well into his forties, and quite prosperous. His wife was in her early twenties and built like a playboy model, all tits and ass. Not only built like a playboy model but quite beautiful with it, long blonde hair, blue eyes, creamy skin, she had the lot. My initial thought when I saw her was 'trophy wife'. Come to think of it, my subsequent thoughts also agreed with my first thought. She was arm candy, designed to be flaunted by the successful business man. Or the successful doctor, in this instance.
The weather was quite warm and the woman was dressed for it; under-dressed for it, for that matter. Shorts and a short sleeved blouse, top button undone to give a hint of cleavage. Her husband was at work but she knew where everything had to go, she told me. Seemed pretty straight forward to me. Light off the ceiling, new light on the ceiling. Pretty hard to go wrong in that sort of situation. Each room had the required lights in it; no way I could get them wrong. She still insisted on telling me where every light went, consulting a list as she did so.
I started work and she started following me around, watching me. Her name, she told me, was Naomi. She had only recently been married and the redecorating of the house was her idea. I complimented her on the work done. A genuine compliment, too, because the place looked good. Everything was coordinated and the lights fitted into the general theme.
She was a talker and kept chatting away as I worked. That was OK by me as I'm a bit of a talker myself, and she followed me around the house, talking non-stop.
Did I mention her blouse, top button undone, hint of a cleavage? My mistake. Top two buttons were undone, with a nice little cleavage, which I couldn't help but notice every time I looked down. When you're standing on a ladder you do tend to look down a bit.
I couldn't help but notice that she had on a very lacy bra, one that had to be working overtime to restrain those lovely breasts of hers. Standing on a ladder, head at ceiling height, I could see straight down the front of her blouse, especially as the top three buttons were undone showing a really nice cleavage.
I'm not saying she was flirting with me but have you noticed a slight progression here? I certainly had. Along with a few statements that could have been innuendo and could have been my vivid imagination. I will say that I think she had quite a nice figure and its attractions were growing on me.
Eventually I finished all the lights, packed up my tools, and wrote out the invoice. She whipped out her credit card and paid on the spot, which is always gratifying. I wrote paid on the invoice and returned it to her and she put credit card and invoice away in her purse.
"OK," I said, smiling happily. "I am now off the firm's clock and on my own time. Did you notice an extra button has come undone?"
She blinked and looked down at her blouse and the very nice cleavage while I reached for the fourth button and flicked it open.
"That one," I told her. "Oh, and it looks like this one as well."
The fifth button had been the last and now her blouse was gaping open, giving me a far better view.
"You shouldn't do that," she reprimanded. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
She was pulling the sides of her blouse together as she spoke, still smiling happily, treating it as a joke that was paying homage to her beauty.
"No," I said cheerfully. "I'm not interested in putting in the work required to seduce you. I'm just going to take off your clothes and fuck you."
While I was speaking I was pulling the blouse free of her clutching hands and pushing it off her shoulders. Fate was kind, I decided, when I spotted the front clasp on her bra. A quick flick and her bounteous breasts were spilling out where my hands were happily placed to catch them.
"You stop that. You can't do that sort of thing. Who do you think you are?"
I ignored her comments, reluctantly shifting my hands to her shoulders and brushing bra and blouse down her arms and off. She hastily crossed her arms across her chest, futilely trying to hide her bosom. Still, I didn't mind her arms being folded. Up there they weren't in my way.
I dropped my hands to the front of her shorts, unsnapping the clasp and undoing the zip. She gave a horrified squeal but was too late to stop me pushing shorts and panties firmly down, leaving them around her ankles.
"How dare you?" she gasped. "You get out of my house right now."
