Hey, folks. This is my first try.
"I want to suck your cock." Tina was standing in front of me, wrapped in a white towel; her damp hair hung over her bare shoulders. She had wrapped the towel low enough to let me see a respectable amount of her impressive cleavage.
Before I could so much as take another breath she dropped the towel and she was on top of me, fumbling at my belt buckle and zipper...
...Actually, hold on a minute. Let me back up a bit.
Unpredictability had always been an aspect of my job that I found refreshing. Any profession that requires providing services to the customer in-home is routinely full of surprises. Being a cable guy was no exception. Jim Carrey impersonations aside, there was a certain unpredictability to my job that your typical retail clerk or fast-food preparer would seldom encounter.
All in all, I really liked my job. It paid well for a twenty year old college drop-out. I was on the road all day, which spared me from the agony of working in the same predictable place week-in week-out. You could even say I was proud to be a cable guy. At this point in my career I was closing in on three years of experience. Not a stunning figure to be sure, but relative to my coworkers, I was practically an old pro. The only reason I bring all this up is because even though I had come to expect the unexpected, there were some things that even an old pro like me could never have seen coming.
Which brings me to Friday morning. Not only was it a gorgeous, sixty-five degree, sunny, April morning, it was my last day of work before my long awaited vacation. My itinerary for the next eleven days: absolutely nothing. Needless to say, I was pretty jazzed.
I arrived at the shop to the usual Friday morning coffee and donuts, courtesy of our supervisor. As was typical of Friday mornings, conversation was on the lighter side. Twelve cable guys in one room trying to out-do each other with stories of weird customers, awkward situations, and the occasional disgusting, gag-inducing mobile home. After a donut and some laughs, I wished everyone a good day and set off to my first stop.
The work order told me that the customer's name was Matt Morgan, so the possibility of meeting someone like Tina was the farthest thing from my mind. I pulled up in front of an old, large house which had been converted into three or four apartments and knocked on Matt Morgan's apartment door. The answer was slow in coming, but after a few more knocks, an attractive young woman opened the door. She hadn't been awake for very long, but despite her early morning look, she was a pleasant surprise. Her dark hair was pulled back and she wore sweat pants and a loose white men's t-shirt that barely allowed the curve of her breasts to show through.
"Hi," I smiled. "I'm Jason, from the cable company. You have an appointment today to turn your service on?"
She stared for a moment before a light bulb turned on upstairs. "Oh yeah!" she chirped. I totally forgot. Come in!"
She opened the door wide enough to let me pass and I stood politely just inside. "I'm so sorry I wasn't ready--God I'm a mess."
"Not a problem," I said, smiling. "It tends to happen on early appointments. But if you just want to show me where the TV's are I'll get started."
She led me to a livingroom decorated in typical college fashion, and then to two bedrooms, both of which I surmised were occupied by girls.
"There is a Matt Morgan living here, right?" I didn't want to do an hour's worth of work in the wrong apartment.
"Oh, yeah!" the woman snapped out of another morning funk. "I'm Tina, Matt's girlfriend." She extended her hand, which I shook quickly. "He's away for a couple of weeks so I'll sign the work order thingy."
"That's fine. And I'm Jason." I said just in case she had forgotten in her haze.
"I'm going to make some coffee, do you want any?" she asked.
"No, thanks," I shook my head. "I've had more than enough already."
"Ok," Tina smiled and gave me a studious glance. "So those are the TV's. Just do whatever you need to, I'll be in the kitchen."
"Thanks," I said. "I should have you turned on shortly."
Before I realized any connotations of my last statement, she giggled. "Oh I'm sure you will." She left me to my task and went back to the kitchen.
"Woops," I said to myself. "That was embarrassing."
I had been working for about ten minutes by the time I got to the TV in Tina (and Matt's) room. I was struggling to reach an outlet behind the vanity when she came into the room, coffee in hand. "Do I have time to take a shower?" she asked.
"Sure," I said. "I've got enough to keep me busy for a few."
"Ok, good," she said. Without another word, she stripped her t-shirt of right in front of me. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen tits before?" she giggled.
I shuffled on my feet. "Not on the job I haven't."
She hopped onto the bed and smiled up at me while I tried to resume my work. I couldn't stop glancing over at her, and I noticed her nipples were beginning to stand out.
"So do you like this job?" she asked.
She's trying to have a conversation? "Umm... uh... oh yeah. It's not bad." I stuttered.
"Bet you probably meet a lot of strange people, huh?"
"I guess you could say that."
"Oh!" Tina jumped off the bed. "I forgot about my shower." She walked toward the adjacent bathroom, smiling. Her perky breasts bounced with each step.
Tina laughed again and closed bathroom door only halfway behind her. She pulled down her sweatpants and kicked them aside, revealing pink panties. She turned toward me and smiled before closing the door and turning on the shower.
