The Repairman Changed Everything Ch. 01

The Repairman Changed Everything, Chapter 1

She had just gotten out of the shower when the doorbell rang.

"Shit!" she swore under her breath. She stopped drying off, dropped her towel, and grabbed her robe off the bathroom door. She barely got the robe tied before she got to the front door. As she opened the door, she saw a man in work clothes, with the logo of the appliance repair company she had called over his shirt pocket. Suddenly it dawned on her - they were coming to repair her dishwasher this morning!

"I'm sorry. I just got out of the shower." she said, as she opened the door.

"That's okay, Mrs. Jones." the man said, somewhat distractedly. He was checking the messages on his phone as he stepped inside the house. She led him into the kitchen.

"What's it doing?" he asked, as he knelt on the floor in front of the broken appliance.

"It's what it's NOT doing that's the problem." she said. "It won't come on at all. And before you ask, my husband said to tell you that he did check the breaker and it was not tripped."

"Okay. I'll just pull the front off and take a look." he said, as he tried to get the dishwasher to come on. He took off the bottom plate and laid on the floor, using his flashlight to look under the appliance.

She was sitting at the table, drinking the coffee she had just poured and checking email on her phone. She became completely engrossed in a particular email chain from work. There was a problem that she had warned would occur. Here she was taking a few days' vacation and now they were blaming her for the failure. As she angrily typed her response, she didn't notice that her short robe had gapped open - both at the top and the bottom. In essence, only the midsection of the robe (where the tie was) was still closed.

"So..." the repairman began to say, as he looked her way. One of her breasts was fully exposed, as was the triangle of hair between her slightly parted legs. He couldn't decide where to look, as he rolled on the floor, fully facing her.

He had seen 'better' breasts. But there was absolutely nothing wrong with the one he saw. It had some middle-age sag, but the areola and the large nipple were both pointing out and slightly up. It was a very nice breast. Full and ripe looking. And then there was her pussy. Her legs weren't open far enough for him to get a good look at her slit, but he was impressed by what he could see.

"What?" she asked as she finally looked up from her phone. She saw him openly staring at her and followed his line of sight. "Oh, my!" she said, as she quickly covered herself and stood up. "That's embarrassing."

"Don't worry," he said, trying to reassure her, "you'd be surprised at what I see! I'm sorry if it seemed like I was staring."

"It's okay." she said. "Think nothing about it. What was it you were trying to tell me?"

"Uhm..." he wracked his brain, trying to remember. "Oh... I was going to ask if I could check the breaker, even though your husband already has."

"Sure." she said, resignedly, and led him to the breaker panel.

After the repairman had left, as she thought about what had happened that morning, she was surprised that her nipples hardened and she felt a tingling in her nether regions, accompanied by a dampness in her panties. She thought about why that was, and she was puzzled. She had never been an exhibitionist. In fact, she had never been confident enough about her appearance to even consider exhibitionism. And she was such a "rule follower," that the thought of being caught showing herself would never have occurred to her. But here she was, as horny as she had been in ages, just because she inadvertently showed herself to a stranger.

It wasn't just that she had shown herself, though. It was the look on the repairman's face. It was how his eyes had locked onto her, how they seemed to devour her. It was how he became so tongue-tied, as he tried to speak to her while her body was 'on display.' And frankly, it was because the front of his pants showed his arousal, as she led him toward the breaker panel. Yes. She had definitely noticed the fact that he had had a hard-on after he saw her. And that excited her a lot.

The school bus was due in about 30 minutes. She didn't have much time. But right then, she knew that she didn't NEED much time. Her vagina was leaking so much that the gusset of her panties was soaked. And she was glad that her yoga pants were black. If they had been a lighter color, the crotch of them would have been obviously wet as well. She could smell her own arousal, and that only made it worse. That was it! She couldn't stand anymore!

Right there in the kitchen, she yanked her pants and underwear down. She pulled her shirt and bra up and over her breasts. Her left hand went to her swollen breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between her finger and thumb. The other hand shot directly to her crotch. Her legs flew apart, revealing her engorged vulva. Her clitoris was rock-hard and as large as she could remember it being. Her labia were swollen and slick to the touch. She ran the palm of her hand over her leaking vulva, enjoying how that hand slid delightfully over the skin. Her fingers dipped briefly into her vagina, making her shudder with anticipation.

She pulled on her nipples, alternating between them, as she began masturbating in earnest. She ran two finger of her right hand from her vaginal opening up and over her clit. The slight and brief touch of her clit made her gasp. She wanted desperately to take a long time and to make the sensations last. But the clock and her need to cum were working against her.

Her fingers began to concentrate on her clitoris, as if they had a mind of their own. She started to rub in circles around it. The hand that had been concentrating on her nipples now went to her pussy. That's what it had become now. Not a vulva. Not a vagina. This was her excited, wet, PUSSY. Two fingers penetrated it as deeply as possible, thrusting in and out, as her other fingers went from circling to rubbing her clit. Her juices were flowing so much that they covered her hand as she continued to finger fuck herself.

She could feel her orgasm starting to build. A moan escaped her lips as her pussy started to clench. The tingle began in her stomach and worked its way outward. As the wave of orgasm washed over her, her pussy pulsed, her legs shook, her eyes clenched tight, and she screamed. The orgasm continued to roll in waves for what seemed like ages. She slowed her thrusting fingers and lightened up the pressure on her clitoris as she continued to caress her sex, both inside and out. Almost a minute of spasms continued after the orgasm slowly ebbed. As she luxuriated in the post-orgasm bliss, she looked down at her left hand, covered with her thick and slippery juice. Feeling incredibly wanton, she slowly licked her fingers clean. She enjoyed the deeply aromatic, sweet and savory taste. And as she sat in her kitchen with her shirt and bra pulled up and her pants and underwear laying in the floor, the act of tasting herself made her feel all the more naughty. Then she heard the school bus pull up!

By the time the kids came bounding in the front door, she was safely upstairs, behind her closed bedroom door. They yelled up the stairs for her.

"I'll be right down. I'm in the bathroom." She gave one last, quick rub to her pussy and licked her palm. Then she washed her hands and got dressed.

That night, as she and her husband got ready for bed, she said,

"I had a very weird morning." She went on tell him about the repairman and her delightful masturbation session. By the time she got to the part about licking her juices off her hand, his erect cock was out of his briefs and he was stroking it.

"That is so hot!" he exclaimed. "Tell me more. Tell me exactly what you let him see!"

"I DID NOT LET him see anything! It happened by accident."

"I'm sorry." he said, dejectedly. His erection beginning to fail. "I didn't mean to accuse you of anything. It's just that the idea of you exposing yourself to another man is incredibly exciting."

"I know what you mean." she said in a somewhat breathy voice. "Just thinking back on it is getting to me going again." She took his hand and put it under her nightgown. He instantly felt the wet heat between her legs.

"Oh yeah," he groaned. "That's what I'm talking about!" He ran his finger up and down her slit. It easily popped insider her, then pulled out and glided over her clit, making her moan slightly. He pulled his hand away and slowly licked his finger. "Did you like the way you taste as much as I do?"

"I don't usually think about that, much less do it. The few times that I have tried it in the past, I haven't cared for it. But today... for some reason... it tasted so... sexy." The last part she almost growled.

"Well," he said as he gently pushed her back on the bed, pulling up her nightie and spreading her legs, "I like it a lot. And I would really like to taste it now."

She opened her legs and pulled her thighs up to her chest, giving him full access to her. He laid on his stomach and pulled himself toward her. As he got closer, she felt his breath and shivered. It felt warm on her anus but cool against her wet vulva. He licked from her vaginal opening to her clitoris and back. She moaned soft and low. He licked her juices off her labia and then gently sucked each one into his mouth. He savored the way the sensitive skin felt in his mouth. It was both rough and amazingly smooth at the same time. He stuck his tongue as far into her as he could. It was not far, but she still loved the way it felt - as if a small, wet finger was trying to enter her. She pushed down toward his mouth, trying to push him farther inside.

After a few more broad licks around her vulva, he moved down and began to lick around the rim of her anus. She shivered and said,

"Do you really want to do that?"

"Why? Don't you like it?" he asked.

"I love it! But I'm not fresh out of the shower, you know."

"Yes. But it's okay." He said as he licked directly across her anus.

"Oh, my. Please keep going!" she was almost panting now.

He licked around and across and around and across her anus. Then he pointed his tongue and put it firmly against her hole. She moaned louder. He tried to force his tongue into her ass. It barely entered her, but he pushed and pulled it repeatedly, as if tongue fucking her. While that continued, he reached up and flicked her clit with his thumb. Almost instantly, she began to orgasm.

"Oh... God..." she moaned loudly. "Keep licking my ass. Please don't stop." At that, she exploded. Her body went stiff and began to shake. Her anus opened and took in more of his tongue before the strong pulsations began. Her clit, her vagina, and her anus all pulsed over and over. She grunted deeply with every pulsation.

His tongue was a bit deeper in her ass than he would like. But she was enjoying it so much that he was absolutely not going to stop. He continued anally tongue fucking her and rubbing her clit until her orgasm completely subsided.

She let her legs drop to the bed with a huge sigh. "Oh my God. That was mind-blowing!" she gasped. "It was so unexpected. And so amazing. Thank you for giving me that gift."

"You're very welcome." he said, with a grand feeling of self-satisfaction. He loved doing things that excited her. And particularly loved doing things that brought about big orgasms.

As he raised up on his knees, she looked at his erection and said, "Oh! We need to take care of that!" She got to her knees as well and pulled her nightgown over her head. Then she moved in front of him and got on her hands and knees.

"Since you were so nice and licked it clean, I guess you deserve to be inside it. Grab the lube."

He didn't hesitate. He pulled off his briefs and put a generous dollop of lube on his cock. He spread it around, added more to his fingers and began to lube her anus. He slid one finger in easily and ran it in and out several times. Then he added a little more lube and put a second finger in. She inhaled sharply as the second finger entered her. He finger-fucked her ass slowly, until she relaxed completely and began to push back against his hand. Only then did he put the head of his cock against her hole. He pushed forward slowly until the head popped in.

"Mmm." she moaned. "I'm ready. Put it all the way in."

He pushed forward as she pushed back. He slid into her with a minimum of resistance. "Oh... yes!" he grunted as he pushed in. When her butt cheeks were firmly pressed against his hips, he pulled back slowly until just the head was left in. He began to fuck her ass with long, slow strokes.

She put her hand between her legs and began to rub her clit. She looked back over her shoulder and said, "It feels good. You can fuck me harder."

"No." he said. "I can't. Or I'll cum right now. This feels so amazingly hot and tight. I want it to last a little longer."

He continued to use long, slow strokes. He grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them while she rubbed her clit. As his balls slapped against her pussy, he moaned, "I'm going to cum."

"I'm almost there!" she hissed. "Not yet."

He buried himself in her and went still. His cock twitched several times and he thought he was going to lose it. But he held on until her orgasm started. When she came, every muscle clenched. It felt as if her ass would literally 'dis-member' him. So he pulled back and then pushed back in, in time with her spasms. And he came like a volcano - rope after rope of cum shooting deep within her.

After a few minutes, they both collapsed, panting. He was on top of her, softening cock still in her ass. When it finally plopped out on its own, he rolled over and sighed.

"That was incredible! Thank you!"

"No. Thank YOU!" she said. "I'm the one who's had three great and very different orgasms today. And it all started with accidentally flashing the repairman."

"Yes, it did." he said. "And I think we ought to try to make it happen again."

"What do you mean?"

"I was just thinking that we ought to try to 'make' it happen again. I've got a couple of ideas...."

The next morning they were drinking coffee in the kitchen. The kids were out playing. She said,

"What were the 'ideas' you mentioned last night?"

He leered at her. "Why don't you call your parents and see if they can take the kids today?"

They showered and dressed - him in jeans and a t-shirt, but her with much more thought given. Her hair and makeup were done in a beautiful and understated way. She was wearing a cotton blouse with no bra. The material was not see-through, but the blouse was cut fairly low. When the material laid against her skin, her nipples were clearly visible. But if she bent forward at all, a clear view of her breasts was available. She also wore a denim skirt that went down to her knees and buttoned up the front. Once they had dropped the kids off, she unbuttoned the skirt until the opening was barely below her crotch. She wore no panties.

"Are you sure that you're okay with this plan?" he asked as they drove toward the mall in a nearby town.

"Absolutely! But I have to admit that I have butterflies in my stomach the size of hawks." She reached under her skirt and ran a finger up her slit. "I'm already soaking wet!"

"Keep your hands off your pussy! It's not time for that yet." he laughed.

When they got to the mall, they walked in separately. She went in first, walking directly to the upscale shoe store. He came in after and meandered in the same direction.

She walked into the store and began browsing through the high heels. A young man walked up, smiled and said, "Is there something particular that I can show you?"

She turned to face him and smiled seductively. "Yes. I need some heels to go with a 'little black dress,' I'm wearing next week. I'm thinking about something like 4 inch heels. Maybe those Louboutins down there." She reached down and pointed at the shoes. The top of her blouse gapped, giving him a quick glance at her breasts. She didn't know exactly how much he saw, but his eyes widened enough, and his smile broadened enough that she knew he had seen something. "Do you have them in a size 8?"

"Certainly. Have a seat. I'll be right back."

As he walked into the stock room, her husband came in and walked around the men's shoes, seemingly paying no attention to her. But his heart was hammering in his chest. His dick had gotten hard while they were driving to the mall. Now he was trying his best to disguise the fact that his erection was trying to break through his jeans. He was not hung like a porn star by any stretch of the imagination. But when he got really hard like this, the outline in his jeans was very obvious. He faced away from as many people as he could and surreptitiously adjusted his dick to make it a bit more comfortable. Unfortunately, it was so hard that it really didn't matter how he moved it around, it was still painfully erect. Out the corner of his eye, he saw the salesman coming back. He moved around where he could have a better line-of-sight.

The salesman came and sat on the stool in front of her chair. He opened one box and took out a shoe. She kicked off one shoe and put her foot up for him to try it on her. He looked up and saw just a glimpse of her carefully trimmed pubic hair. His pulse quickened and his breath became shallower. He held her ankle in one hand and the shoe in the other. As he brought the shoe toward her foot, he slightly eased her foot to the side, opening her thighs a little and revealing a fuller view of her pussy.

He tried not to ogle her. He didn't want to appear unprofessional, or creepy, but this was an amazing sight. He had been doing this job for a while, and had gotten quite a few 'panty shots.' He had even managed to glance at the edges of a couple of naked crotches. But when he moved her foot, her thighs seemed to part more than he expected. He found it impossible not to look. Her pussy was now plainly visible.

Her heart was pounding as she watched him look - while trying to not look - while trying not to appear to look. His hands were working almost automatically, fitting the shoe to her foot. She looked down to "admire" the shoe, causing her knee to move farther aside. Now, as she pretended not to notice, she had parted her thighs further. She showed him that she was swollen and wet. The hair was slick with juice. She opened slightly more and showed him her clitoris, standing up through the folds.

"Absolutely beautiful!" he sighed.

"I know! They're gorgeous, huh?" she pretended not to notice what he was talking about. She leaned forward to pick the other shoe out of the box. When she did, he got a look at her breasts.

Her nipples were as hard as rocks and stood out like the erasers on those big pencils that kindergarteners use. As she unbuckled the shoe, head down, he openly stared while her breasts swayed back and forth. The front of his slacks was now obviously tented out. He desperately needed to adjust his dick, but he could do nothing right then, except suffer in a combination of agony and ecstasy.

As she sat back up, she looked directly at his crotch. He was obviously hard and pretty good sized. He saw her looking and his dick twitched. "Mmm." she moaned in a low voice. She stood and walked around the store, looking at her shoes. She made eye contact with her husband after noticing the bulge in his jeans. She licked her lips and winked at him. Then she stood in front of one of the mirrors, with both salesmen's eyes on her, and twirled. The motion caused her skirt to gap open briefly, giving them both a look at her pussy.

She sat down and asked the salesman to come back over. With her butt perched on the edge of the chair, she asked him to help her with the shoes. She lifted one foot and he took it in his hand. Meanwhile, she reached over to the other foot and started to unhook the strap. She pretended to have trouble with the strap because in this position, not only could he see her open pussy, but he also had an unobstructed view of her breasts. Later, her husband would tell her with a laugh, that he worried the salesman's eyes might have been injured by trying to stare in two different directions, simultaneously. She was so excited by this time that her upper thighs were slick with juice and the back of her skirt was starting to spot. So she stood to go.

"How much?" she asked, gesturing toward the shoes.

"They're $795.00," he said. "But we could give you a generous discount. How about $350.00?"

"Oooh," she purred. "Still too rich for my blood. But thanks for helping me." She winked at him.

"I'd stand up to walk you out, but it would be a problem." he complained, looking down at his twitching dick.

"I understand!" she grinned. Then she bent down and squeezed his dick as she kissed him on the cheek. She walked out of the store knowing that the salesman was about to take a break to jerk off.

Her husband followed her out to the car, licking his lips as stared at her shapely ass and the wet spot on the back of her skirt.

When they got in the car she said, "Take me somewhere and fuck me, immediately!" her hand already going to her pussy.

"Just a little more teasing before we go home." he said. She moaned in disappointment. "Don't worry. You can masturbate. Just wait a couple of minutes." She moaned again.

He pulled out of the parking lot and out onto the divided highway. As they got up to cruising speed, he said, "Okay. Time to scratch your itch. But first, unbutton your blouse and open your skirt up to the waist." He turned to leer at her.

"I don't know..." she was hesitant. "What if someone sees and calls the cops - or worse yet, what if a cop comes by and sees?"

Even with her worries, he noticed that she was unbuttoning.

"Don't worry," he chuckled. "I'll keep my eyes open. I'll keep you safe. But the whole idea is to let you be seen. There are a bunch of truckers coming up on the side, that's our target."

He adjusted the speed of their SUV until there was a trucker whose window was even with his wife's. He looked up through the sunroof and saw the trucker looking down. His eyebrows shot up and he looked much closer.

She looked up and saw him staring at her. She parted her legs. With one hand she held a breast up and pinched the nipple to make it harder - as if that was possible. The other hand did its best to spread her lips while not blocking his view. She couldn't see what the trucker was doing, but she could tell by the movement of his shoulders that he was stroking his dick. That made her even wetter - as if THAT was possible. She couldn't worry about what he couldn't see anymore. She was desperate to cum. She jammed two fingers in her pussy and rubbed her clit until she had the single most explosive orgasm she had ever had. Every muscle in her body seized up. She went as stiff as a board. Every muscle then started to spasm rhythmically. She shouted,

"Oh FUCK!" and she squirted juice all over the floorboard. She kept finger-fucking and rubbing herself, as her orgasm started to ebb. She was surprised when another orgasm started almost immediately. She rubbed and stroked faster. She looked up in time to see streams of cum shooting up on the trucker's shirt. That pushed her over the edge and she had another intense orgasm. This one didn't immediately hit her as hard as the previous one had. But this one had stronger continuing spasms. She kept working her pussy over, enjoying how long this one was lasting. Finally, with a big sigh, she relaxed back and took her hands off her sex.

While she felt sated, she still felt extremely sexy. It was like she was a sex goddess and the world worshipped at the altar of her body. Every fiber of her being felt sexy. She luxuriated in the feeling. Then she looked over and saw her husband, watching her, mouth agape, cock trying to rip his jeans.

"I'm sorry, baby." she said. She giggled as she said, "I've been having fun while you suffered."

She sat her seat back up, blew a kiss to the trucker, then put her wet fingers under her husband's nose. He inhaled deeply, groaned, and sucked her fingers into her mouth. As he lapped up her juices, she unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. His dick practically jumped out at her. She lightly ran her finger across the head, smearing the pre-cum around.

"Put your seat back and tilt the wheel up." He did as she asked. She unbuckled her seatbelt and put her knees on her seat, so that she could take him into her mouth. "You'd better watch for cops and not get in a wreck!" she warned.

She held his cock with her hand as her mouth took him deeper and deeper. Soon, she had him as deep in her mouth as the situation would allow. He moaned and said, "I'm going to cum if you don't stop that." She just tried to go deeper and started to bob her head. Almost immediately his orgasm hit. He fired shot after shot into her mouth. From years of experience, she knew how much and how long he came. But this was no ordinary orgasm. He kept cumming and cumming. She swallowed multiple times, but some still escaped and ran down his shaft. When his orgasm finally stopped, he grabbed her hair and almost screamed,

"Please stop! Too much sensation!"

She sat back up, laughing and wiping semen from her mouth.

"That was AMAZING!" he exclaimed.

"I know, right?!? I am a complete mess here. But I have never had an experience that came close to that. Now, believe it or not, I want you to take me home and fuck me until I can't walk."

"Your wish is my command," he said. "Now buckle your seatbelt so that that damn alarm will go off." He laughed and headed toward home.

End of Chapter 1