Cable television was getting popular in the mid-80s so I joined in and scheduled an installation. The new viewing opportunities had me joyously anticipating the newly found media source. Just after finishing a work out the buzzer rang so I quickly answered the door, figuring it was the cable installer. I was pleasantly surprised to see a large, dark-skinned Black man, standing over six feet and weighing about 280. Knowing he was here to do his job I avoided gawking and let him in.
"How you doing?" he asked, in a deep voice as he walked past me. His bald head was sweating from the outside heat and his button down shirt was moist around the armpits and back. By his smooth skin texture and taught body, I guessed that he was about my age, in his late 20s. Unfortunately I didn't have air conditioning so my place wasn't much of a relief.
"Hot out there, can I get you something to drink? " I asked.
"Yeah, water's fine," he said while putting down his heavy bag of tools. "Appreciate it." As I handed him a glass of water I noticed how large his hands were, making me wonder if his dick was proportionate. I wanted this man bad but had to be reserved in making it obvious.
After he gulped down the water, I showed him the two places that I wanted the cable installed, the living room and my bedroom. "I'm going to take a quick shower if you need anything," I said, heading to the bathroom.
"Yeah cool, will do. Name's Tony," he said. "I'm going to go outside first to see where to run it in from the outside line so I'll be in an out."
Unable to suppress a chuckle at the reference, it caught his attention and he responded with a sardonic smile, leading me to think that he perhaps caught on to my intentions.
After showering and drying off I wrapped a towel around my waist and entered the bedroom where I saw Tony bent down working on the wall where the cable was going. His ass crack was fully exposed, as were his meaty butt cheeks, causing me to take a deep breath and gather myself from the sudden horniness that was overtaking me.
"How's it going?" I asked, hoping he'd turn around and see me half naked so I could see his reaction.
"It's going. Just about finished here then I'll install the one in the living room. Then we're good to go." Just as he stood and turned, I let the towel drop and opened my dresser, looking for something cool to wear. With nothing said, I glanced his direction to see him looking down in his tool box, appearing not to see me. Then I decided to choose a pair of black lace panties to send Tony the message of what I wanted. He had no choice but to see as he picked up his tool box and headed out of the bedroom, forcing him to pass me by.
To my surprise, and exhilaration, Tony rubbed his hand over my ass as he passed me. But he did not say anything and calmly sauntered into the living room. I stood and tried to figure out what was going on, creating a couple of scenarios in my head. One was that he wanted to have sex with me but wanted to get the job done first and another was that he was just being nice because I was being ridiculous.
My hopes were too high to not see his action as a sexual advance, so I went into the living room where he was about to start working and offered him another water in order to get a feel of how he felt.
"Just got to make one more connection, and be right back," he said as he headed out the door. He sounded more chipper, which I interpreted it to be the opportunity to get his rocks off. He came in about 5 minutes, later, now fully covered in sweat. "Well that should do it, just going to get your TV set up and you're good."
"More water?' I asked.
"Actually a cold beer sounds good right now." As if he anticipated my next question, he quickly said, "And this is my last job so I'm about to clock off."
"All done," he proudly exclaimed as I brought him his beer. He spent the next few minutes eagerly showing me how to work the remote and channels. While I was excited about the potential of cable television I was focused on getting this big Black man naked.
"Mind if I sit next to you?" I asked.
"No, it's your place, shit. You can get me another beer though," he said, guzzling down the first one, then handing me the empty bottle. "So you like to dress up as a woman?"
"Just the panties, I like how they feel," I said, handing him his beer then sitting next to him. He smelled of the outdoors and sweat, increasing my attraction to him.
