Opportunity

Opportunity

I

(Cupid took aim when the opportunity presented itself. His arrows flew true to their mark, driving deeply into the hearts of those below him.)

Cathy Dumas had fled to the countryside to escape a bad relationship. Her ex-boyfriend Derick's toxic masculinity had ruined what chance they may have had together. His friends had invaded their home, she found herself slowly isolated from her friends, and family, under his influence. She hadn't liked the feeling of being isolated. Testosterone permeated her small apartment, that he had usurped as his own, making any hint of femininity balled up on the closet floor like dirty underwear.

One night, in an alcohol-and-drug-fueled rage, he had demanded she give all his friends a blowjob. Fearing for her life, she did as he demanded. She felt sick, and disgusted by his laughter, and his calls to, "Take it all!" After the last drops of humiliation had fallen on her face, she grabbed her purse, and ran out into the night, away from that freak show, leaving everything she owned behind.

For weeks, Derick had harassed her on the phone, even showing up at her work to verbally threaten her, as she arrived one morning. She was thankful that a police car happened to come around, for he hesitated long enough for her to slip through the door. It was then that she began planning her escape. She told no one, not even her best friend, and in the dark of the night, she slipped away from the shelter where she had been staying, and left that horror many states behind.

It was a lonely life on this secluded little plot of land, but freeing to not have to worry about men, or relationships, or family, or... anything. She stayed in contact with a few select friends on a land-based telephone line, but never revealed her location, even to them. Over time, she even managed to come to terms with what had happened that night, vowing to never put herself in that position again. Eventually, she would find the right man, no matter how long it took. He would be someone she wouldn't have to be afraid of.

Sometimes, though, in the late night, she missed the touch of a warm human body under her fingertips. She could recall warm lips on her neck, the caress of a past lover, who always seemed to know just where to touch her. Those fires were hard to extinguish, but she made do with what she had when her needs overwhelmed her.

It was during one of those nights that she decided to have satellite television installed. Maybe a little visual stimulation would help her remember what it was like to be in a man's arms. It had been two long years since that awful night, and four years, if she went back to her last good lover, since she was last satisfied sexually. She wasn't ready yet to seek out someone new just to fill those needs, she only wanted to remember what the act of sex looked like.

The morning of the install came, and she dressed in her usual autumn-morning attire of sweats. She chose to go braless, preferring the feeling of her large twins swaying under the fabric to being constrained by elastic and clasps. She nervously walked through the crisp morning air. Her shoes were wet from the dew that lay atop the blades of grass, defying gravity that should have sent them scurrying into the ground below.

By all accounts, it was a beautiful morning. It made her smile.

She jumped a little when her phone rang. It was the technician on the other end, confirming he was on his way. She gave him directions to her tiny house in the country. He sounded nice, and very professional. He arrived twenty minutes later, as he said he would, and she watched the white van pull into her drive.

Her breath caught in her throat, as the tech stepped from the van. He was tall, darkly tanned, and his muscles rippled under his tight, blue t-shirt. He had an air of confidence that surrounded him, as he walked towards her. His deep blue eyes held hers, as he began to speak.

"Good morning! My name is Jonas, I'm here to install satellite television for you."

"Hi I'm... Cat, um, Cathy.."

The words had stuck in her throat, as she tried to remember her name. She was relieved that she had at least gotten that right.

"Why don't you show me the TV, and where you want the service installed?" Words certainly came easily to him.

"Well, it's in the bedroom." She suddenly felt her cheeks grow warm with her blush.

"Great! I'll just get some tools from the truck, and then you can show me the room."

Jonas turned back to his truck, and he praised himself for keeping eye contact with her, instead of gazing at her large breasts swaying under the heavy fabric. He wondered why this attractive woman was living out here alone, but it was none of his business. It just seemed like an opportunity was being handed to him. He just had to stay professional.

Her eyes grew wide, as she watched his tight posterior, wrapped in black jeans, walking away from her, and she felt a rush of tingling between her legs. He reappeared, after a few minutes wearing a leather tool belt that seemed to make him even more desirable. As she led him to the bedroom, she could feel him gazing at her hips. She knew her sweatpants hid the extra pounds she had put on. She blushed at the thought of him enjoying the jiggle of her cheeks.

"Oh stop it, he's probably not even looking"

Jonas looked around the bedroom, taking in all the details of the sparse room. He could tell it hadn't seen a male presence, in some time, if at all. He took in the shape of her when her gaze was turned away. He felt a desire growing in him. He swallowed those thoughts, as he explained everything he needed to do in a professional manner.

"Looks like a pretty standard install. Your TV being on the outer wall will make this easy."

He was extremely aware of the flush in her cheeks, as she nodded her approval.

"Great, I'll get started then. This shouldn't take more than two hours to complete."

He quickly and efficiently went about his work, and she couldn't help but follow his muscular frame around the property. She especially liked watching him work from the top of his ladder. She found her mind wondering what it would be like to be in his arms, kissing him. The throbbing between her legs left no doubt in her mind that he could have her if he would just ask.

It seemed an opportunity was being handed to her.

Exactly two hours later, Jonas had finished the work. They were sitting on her bed, as sparks of electricity seemed to arc back and forth between them. Jonas was leaning heavily on his professionalism to get through the explanations of everything he had done, and having her sign the paperwork.

Cathy was unable to contain herself any longer, she suddenly turned to him, and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. The unexpected hug was fueling his desire, and he struggled to remain calm. He felt an urge he should've ignored, but before he could stop himself, he turned his head into the crook of her neck, and deeply inhaled her alluring fragrance.

Cathy broke the hug, and looked deeply into his eyes, conveying a feeling of thankfulness for his presence, and a desire to have more of him.

He stood up to leave, but found her hand still in his. He stared into the depths of her blue eyes, and felt lust rising through his body. Jonas suddenly felt as if he were watching it all from outside his body. Time moved like honey dripping from a hollow tree where the bees had made a home. He knew that he was going to kiss her. It was a physical response that he seemed to have no way of stopping.

He wrestled control back just long enough to ask, "Would it be okay... umm... if I kissed you?"

"Yes" Her husky voice left little doubt as to what she wanted.

He sat back on the bed beside her, as Cathy turned to face him, her head tilted slightly. Her eyes closed, as his lips met hers. She parted her lips ever so slightly, inviting his tongue to slip inside, and play with hers, an invitation he readily accepted. He broke the kiss, and gasped at what he had done!

"I'm so sorry, that was very unprofessional of me. I should be going now."

He turned away, hoping that she couldn't see the burning crimson of his cheeks. Jonas, however, was programmed by his training, and countless repetitions. Since his brain had lost all semblance of control, it repeated the words he had said a thousand times before.

"I hope that you'll take the customer satisfaction survey when they call. It was my job to provide you with the best possible customer service today, and I hope I've done that."

He turned, and walked out of her bedroom, bolting for the safety of his van.

Cathy lay back on her bed, and pulling a pillow over her face, she screamed her frustration. How could she have let him kiss her! After everything she had been through, she let a complete stranger share an intimate moment with her! She was very puzzled. She couldn't deny that her frustration seemed to have been initiated from between her legs. It had been so long, and he was so... words failed her, but the image of him on that ladder filled her mind.

When Jonas saw her house disappear in his rearview mirror, he pulled to the side of the road, and let his anxiety take full control. His legs started shaking, and his stomach tumbled with the feeling of nausea.

"What the hell did I just do?" The words echoed against the hard, bare metal of the cab.

The sound of his voice startled him a little. This is how I'm going to lose my job. It was out of his hands. If she calls in, and complains, then he is done. He said a silent prayer, and started down the road again.

Cathy lay on her bed for an hour after he had left. Her mind wondered if she had missed an opportunity. She knew she wanted to see him again. When the customer satisfaction survey call came, her loins demanded that she fail him on one question.

She was most definitely not completely satisfied!

II

The next morning, Jonas pulled into the shop to reload his van with equipment and supplies. His nerves were on edge, waiting for his boss John to call him into the office. He was standing at the counter, waiting for his order to be filled, when he heard footsteps approaching from behind. His stomach knotted up when John began to speak.

"Hey man, great job on your customer satisfaction surveys, your customers really like you. I haven't gotten yesterday's results yet, but I'm sure you've knocked it outta the park again. Keep up the good work!"

Jonas gripped the counter a little tighter to keep from falling over, as relief washed over him. "Thanks, boss, I'll keep it up."

The clerk began handing his equipment over the counter, as John walked away.

"That sounded like high praise. You know you're one of our best, right?"

Jonas grinned a little. "Thanks, man."

Jonas grabbed his materials, and headed for the van. He still had some trepidation because they hadn't received yesterday's surveys. He knew she still could have complained, and that left a kernel of fear in his stomach.

His mind, however, kept drifting back to that kiss. The smell of her hair still filled his nostrils, and her body swam through the waters of his mind. She stayed with him all through the day, but his professionalism managed to push her aside at each house he visited.

It was late afternoon, when his phone rang. John's name filled the screen. His hands started to sweat, and his stomach knotted up again. He pulled over to answer.

"Yeah, man?" He took a deep breath.

"I just got yesterday's customer satisfaction surveys, and man, I'm almost - almost - disappointed in you. Almost because it's the first time you've never gotten a perfect score. One customer rated you only a five on the question of 'were you completely satisfied with the service I've provided today.' Any idea what that's all about?"

Jonas tried to keep the panic from his voice. "Which customer was it? He knew the answer, of course, but wanted to sound innocent.

"Let me see..." Jonas could hear the keystrokes in the background.

"It was Cathy Dumas, ring a bell?"

"I remember her. She seemed happy with me when I left."

"Well, maybe she just accidentally pushed the wrong number. I'll call her, and see if that was the case."

A blackness filled the edges of his vision, as fear squeezed him. What if she told John about the kiss? He would lose his job for sure. He muddled his way through his last job of the day, his mind incapable of escaping the what if scenarios.

He completed the job, and was climbing back into the van, when John called back.

"I just got off the phone with that customer, all she would say is you could have done more to satisfy her. She also told me her service wasn't working. I tried to troubleshoot it over the phone, but she wasn't clear on what exactly the problem was. I've set up a service call for tomorrow. She wants to be the last customer of the day. I can send it to someone else if you want."

Relief washed over Jonas, she hadn't said anything about the kiss! His heart jumped at the thought of seeing her again. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

"No, man, I'll handle it. Only this time, I'll make sure she's completely satisfied."

"I know you won't let me down. Keep up the good work, I'll see you tomorrow."

Jonas allowed his grin to stretch from ear to ear. When he got home, he felt his excitement, as he thought of her. In the shower, he found his hand around the hardness of his shaft, as he fantasized about her warm body pressed against his.

III

The next day he was weary, after his mind had been filled with her beauty through the night. He knew he wanted to know more and more about this woman who had suddenly taken over his mind. He had reached for his phone more than once to call her, but a fear he had never felt before, gripped his fingers, preventing him from pressing the digits.

Time ran circles around him, and before he knew it, it was time for her service call. This time, he had no choice, but to complete the call. He held his breath, as the trilling of the ringing played in his ears.

Cathy answered, "Hello Jonas"

His heart jumped into his throat, and he swallowed hard, forcing it back down where it belonged.

"Hello Ms. Dumas, this is Jonas... but I guess you know that."

"Yes, I saved it from caller ID after you left the other day. I hope you don't mind, and please, call me Cathy."

His throat tightened, as he fought to control his words. "I understand you're having a problem that I need to fix. Can you tell me what's going on?"

"I'm not sure how to describe it. It's a glitch? Something. I'm not sure. You'll just have to see it for yourself."

"Okay, I'm about twenty minutes away. I'll see you in a little while."

"Good, I'll see you then."

Cathy hung up, and couldn't help but to twirl around just once, in her excitement of seeing him again. He had filled her dreams late into night, as well. She studied her look in the mirror. She had dressed a little more appropriately this time.

She had opted for jeans, and a peach-colored button-down blouse. She wore a lacy bra that barely contained her large mounds. The thin fabric would do little to hide her nipples if she became aroused.

She turned a little to look at her butt, and saw that her panty lines were very noticeable. She made a quick decision, and pulling her jeans off, she took the offending underwear off. She discarded the panties into the laundry hamper, and pulled the jeans back on.

"Much better," she said aloud.

As she admired the sleek lines of her large butt, she hoped her nerves would hold together, and not betray her excitement when he arrived. She went out onto the porch, and sat down in a wicker chair to wait.

At last, she glimpsed his white van coming down the road. A tingle of excitement ran through her body when he turned into her drive. She resisted the urge to rush into his arms, as he stepped from the van.

"Hello... Cathy... I mean... Ms. Dumas... so, uh, what, what seems to be the problem?" In his mind, they were already embracing and kissing.

He struggled to keep his mind on track, as Cathy tried to hide her excitement, as well. She hoped her voice would stay steady.

"Well, like I told John, I'm not sure. Why don't you come back to the bedroom, and see for yourself."

She turned her burning face from him, and walked towards the bedroom, deliberately placing one foot in front of the other, for maximum sway. He followed her into the house, watching her bottom the whole way. It was larger than he remembered, but it was enticing to see it undulating in front of him.

She turned on the TV, and waited for the picture to appear. Jonas was determined to be as professional as possible, and not let his carnal desires overwhelm him. He held his hand out to her.

"May I see the remote, please?"

She placed her empty hand under his outstretched hand, and gently laid the remote in his palm. Electrical impulses found no resistance between their skin, and they arced freely back and forth. Their heartbeats, in unison, raced uncontrollably with excitement.

He shook his head slightly, trying to stay on track. He quickly ran through some diagnostic tests. The results yielded little information. He returned to the channel, and observed it for a few minutes.

"I'm not really detecting an issue here. It appears to be functioning nominally. What was it doing last night?"

"When I was changing channels it seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Here, let me show you."

She caressed his hand again, as she slipped the remote from his palm. She began changing channels while he watched. Everything appeared as normal. She subconsciously punched in the number for one of the sex channels. She blushed at the actions being portrayed on the screen.

"I'm-m-m s-sssorrrry," she stammered, "I didn't mean to put that channel on." She felt as if her face were on fire.

Jonas took the remote from her, and turned the TV off. He turned towards her, and stared into her green eyes. He felt his demeanor, as a trusted professional, slipping away.

"You indicated that you weren't completely satisfied with my service last time. Is there anything I can do to improve? I want to make sure you're, totally and completely, satisfied - by me - this time."

His statement dripped with innuendo, and he didn't care. He felt a fire in his heart for her. Cathy felt her desire growing stronger by the minute, and knew she wanted him to take her into his arms.

"The problem, Jonas, is in here." Touching her hand to her heart, she stared into his blue eyes.

He could see their bodies twisted together in her eyes.

"I think you can do a better job satisfying me, here, Jonas."

Jonas just stood there with a goofy grin on his face, suddenly unsure of what to do next.

"Oh for heaven's sake! Kiss me, you fool!" She practically leapt into his arms.

She planted her lips firmly against his. He abandoned his decorum, and gripped her tightly, as their tongues wrestled back and forth. His hands took on a life of their own. One was massaging her breast, as his other gripped and massaged her bottom.

"Please... OH GOD! Yes, please touch me. Touch me all over."

Her breathless voice aroused him even more. He kissed her again, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth. His hands moved downward, and tugged at her blouse where it met her pants. Pulling it free, his rough hands slipped under to feel the warmth of her smooth skin. His hands traveled up under her shirt, until they rested just below her ample breasts.

He kissed along her jawline, and his hot breath fell on her ears, "May I touch your breast?" He felt a need to ask her permission for everything.

"Please, oh please, touch my breast!" she said, as she kissed him hard. "And stop asking permission. Take me, Jonas, take me now!"

His hand grasped and squeezed the large mounds, and his fingers found her erect nipples under the thin fabric, twisting them. She moaned in his mouth, and leaned even harder against him, as her hands tugged at his tucked-in t-shirt.

The thoughts of being the consummate professional lay abandoned, tossed onto the ground along with his morals. They broke their embrace, and he swiftly pulled his shirt off, as she sat on the bed, her hands traced the taut muscles of his stomach, and pulled at his belt. Her hands fumbled with the button for a second. She pulled his pants down slowly, and was pleasantly surprised to find a lack of underwear. His manhood sprang forward, and she marveled at its beauty.

He smiled down at her, his hands reaching for the buttons of her blouse, trying not to rip the fabric off of her. The feel of his rough hands sliding against her skin made her nipples erect. He dropped to his knees, his hands found the front clasp of her bra, and he undid it, exposing her mounds to his hungry lips. His kisses upon them sent piercing waves of pleasure through her body.

"Stand up, please," her husky voice pleaded

He did as she commanded him. She wrapped her hands around his member, as he cupped each breast with his hands. Slowly, she took his member deeply into her mouth, circling her tongue around his salty hood. He moaned, as she sucked it deeper into her mouth.

"It's not fair to have it just one way," he whispered.

Jonas pushed her back on the bed, unhooked the top button of her jeans, and pulled the zipper down. He slid her pants off with ease. Climbing back onto the bed, he kissed her mouth again, and his lips began a journey downwards, his tongue tasting every curve of her silky white skin. He held each nipple in his mouth, teasing them with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

His kisses continued down her stomach. She arched her back, as his lips kissed her hard mound. His tongue ran up, and down her velvety lips, dipping in to taste her sweet nectar. When he thrust his tongue deeply into her hole, her back arched.

He turned around, and lowered himself into her eager mouth. His tongue continued to pierce her creamy cave. His long pubes tickled her nose, and she let out a giggle, then she took it even deeper. He moaned in his delight, and pressed his tongue down hard on her joy spot, making her hips thrust upwards, as waves of pleasure rolled over her body, each one crashing harder. He kept his wet lips and tongue on her love button, as he slowly slipped his finger inside her luscious, tight passageway.

His finger began to turn white with her cream, and he thrust another inside. She arched her back, as the waves of orgasm rushed over her, making her cry out. He held tight to his task, until she collapsed back onto the bed.

He turned around to face her, and kissed her lips, their tongues a commingling of taste that was the both of them. He lowered his body onto hers, his hardness rubbed across her mound, and she lifted her hips slightly. He heard her dark caverns beckoning, driving him even more erect. She reached down, and guided the head of his shaft to the entrance of her creamy love palace. She moaned, as he sank into her depths.

His breath grew ragged, as she clenched her inner muscles around his shaft. Her legs rose, and she wrapped them around his hips, allowing him to drive even deeper into her creamy hole. He slowly started to thrust, as she became accustomed to his girth. Soon, he was giving her long strokes, stopping just short of coming out, then thrusting back in deeply.

Faster and faster their copulation went, as they built towards orgasm. The words escaped from her lips, in jagged order, as she cried out for more.

"Don't... Stop! Oh... please... DON'T STOP! OH... YESSS!"

Her words urged him onward. He wanted nothing more than to watch her face when the waves of pleasure crashed through her soul. It was just the two of them, alone in that moment, their animal instincts driving them to completion.

It was in that moment, when his eyes locked with hers, that time suddenly stood still. Their bodies locked in copulation, bound tightly to one another, straining for release. In that moment, they could see their future together. Their successes, their failures, their children all in a rolling, tumultuous vision they shared together. They knew that opportunity had knocked, and they had answered.

The tightly wound springs of time suddenly snapped, and they were present again in their copulation. Her moans, and cries of pleasure, urged him onward, as he furiously drove his rod in and out her hot depths. He felt the waves rising to crash over them together. Her hole grew even tighter, as she cried out in ecstasy. His own orgasm exploded from his bulbous head when he drove deep into her depths, and held there. Their body muscles stiffened from the intense waves of pleasure that were crashing on their shared private beach.

They collapsed, bathed in the sweat of lust, each of them breathing heavily in the afterglow of their lovemaking. He couldn't help himself, lord knows he tried.

"Were you completely satisfied with my service, here today?"

A wry grin played across her lips. "Nope, you're just going to have to stay here tonight, and try again, and again," she noted, as her arms wrapped around his neck, "and again."

They broke into laughter, rolling and giggling on the bed.

"Yes'm, I'll do as you wish. I'll always do as you wish. For as long as you'll have me."

With her arms around his neck, she pulled him down on top of her, kissing him again in the fading light.

Cupid had cast a spell of love everlasting, and they had heeded the call. For opportunity only knocks once.

Edited by Kenji Sato

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