by MissAnonna
I rolled my eyes when a knock came at my door because I knew the minute I got into the shower, the cable company would be showing up. Had I not been in the shower, the repair person would be showing up at the last minute of their available slot. Nonetheless, I answered the door, dripping wet and in my towel. “Give me two minutes, please?” I said as I swung open the door and he agreed, apologetically. I headed to the bedroom to toss on something quick and the young man’s face haunted my thoughts. He was cute, very cute and I began to wonder why I was putting clothes on but then I laughed internally and smiled externally, threw on a pair of sweat pants that seemed a tad tight. “Oh God,” I thought. “I’m getting fat.” I said as I grimaced and pulled on the sweats. I heard a rip and stopped pulling instantly. “Shit!” I cried, felt around my inner thighs, outer thighs and found no holes, thank goodness. I grabbed a sports bra out of the drawer and threw my arms through it as I headed to the front door and opened it up. “Hi!” I said as the door opened. “Sorry about that, come on in. The only way I can get you guys here on time is to get in the shower.” I said to him leading him to my electrical panel. He laughed.
“I completely understand, Ma’am.” He said “But I always try to be on time.” I looked at him in disbelief and studied his face. He was adorable, indeed. I ran my eyes down his torso and legs and assessed his body type. I don’t know why but possibly it is a habit. “You’re having intermittent internet issues?” He asked.
“Yes!” I cried. “And I can’t live without my internet and YOU are going to fix it, right?” I led him through a door and pointed to the back wall.
“I sure hope so.” He said with confidence.
“It’s there.” I said. “If you need anything else, I’ll be in the kitchen. Do you want some coffee?” I muttered while walking towards the kitchen.” I just made a pot.”
“Sure,” He said in a perky manner. “That would be great!”
“How do you take it?” I yelled from the kitchen. “The coffee, I mean.” I heard him laugh slightly and I smiled because I did really mean the coffee but was definitely curious on any other subject.
“Black, please.” He yelled from the back room as I was pouring coffee into a mug, picking it up and heading back to the electrical panel. I opened the door and glanced at his ass and truly admiring it. He was definitely in great shape but not muscular. He turned towards me as he heard me enter the room.
“That’s a shame.” I said under my breath but definitely audible.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“Here’s your coffee.” I said with a touch of sarcasm and raised my brow. “Black , like you like it.” I winked at him and headed back to the kitchen. His smile stuck in my mind and I thought seriously about teasing him with a little flirting but remembered that I had some things to do and the first thing that popped into my mind was the post office. I didn’t really have a problem leaving him there to work as the post office was just a mile down the road but I figured I would see how long he was going to be. I bounced back into the back room where he was working. “Do you know how long you will be?” I asked.
“I’m not sure right now, Ma’am but I’ll know in about 10 min.” He said very apologetic.
“Well, look,” I begged. “ I just need to run down to the post office and it won’t take me long. It’s ok for you stay here and work but I didn’t want to leave if you were only going to be a few minutes.
“I’ll be awhile but if you need me to leave, I can.” He said and before he could finish I chimed in.
“No, no, no.” I said quickly. “You’re fine here. “ I smiled at him and turned to leave, heading towards the carport door and just before I opened it, I yelled out to him. “I’ll be right back!” I shut the door and headed for the car. I got to the end of my driveway and realized that I forgot my phone and I have to admit that I would have driven the 10 th of mile back in reverse but I don’t do reverse very well so I got out and jogged back to the house. Entering the carport door, I headed up stairs knowing my phone was on the hallway stand. I grabbed my phone and heard something move in my bedroom so I peeked around the corner and there was my cable guy standing in front of my dresser, drawer open, panties in his hands and pushed against his face. I was shocked, stunned, tickled and turned on all at once and didn’t quite know what to do but my arm involuntarily lifted my phone in front of my face and pressed the camera application. I felt an evil grin come over my face and snapped a shot, stunning my hunky cable guy.
“Shit!” He cried and I quickly pointed at him.
“Don’t you dare fucking drop those, I just washed them!” I yelled. “Gently put those back in the drawer or I swear I will snap another photo.” I almost couldn’t keep a straight face I was dying of laughter inside myself but was somehow able to keep my composure. He moved his hands slowly toward the open drawer and delicately placed them back then slowly closed the drawer while pleading.
“I…I…am so sorry, Ma’am, I couldn’t help myself, please don’t get me fired.” He begged.
“What the fuck are doing?” I asked in surprise. “Fired? What are you talking about?” I hadn’t thought about it but I could easily get him fired from his job, however that was NOT what I had in mind.
“I was just smelling them.” He pleaded. “I didn’t..” I stopped him.
“You listen to me, Mr. Pervert.” I said with conviction and yet I hadn’t really considered that he was sniffing my panties, in fact, I was thinking he was going to try them on or something and now I was less amused and more turned on that some man would want to sniff my panties. I walked toward him. “I have a picture of your dirty deed, mister and you will now listen up.” He nodded in compliance and I began to feel the control I had. I liked it, too. “Open that drawer!” I firmly stated and he slowly opened it with his puppy dog eyes glaring at me. “Grab the pink ones.” I said and a confused look came over his face. “Do it!” I said. He slowly reached into the drawer and grabbed my favorite pink thongs and held them up as if he were asking if they were the correct ones. I stepped even closer to him and reached out to take them from him. He placed them into my hand. “Why on Earth would you want to smell these, Sicko?” He opened his mouth but I stopped him. “Answer me!” I was getting so turned on by my new role that I wasn’t even paying attention to what I was saying or even doing. I just kept inching toward him and feeling the heat in my crotch.
“Well,” He started and cleared his throat. “You are a very attractive woman and I, uh… I don’t know.” He looked like he was about to cry when I stuffed the panties down into my sweats and wiped my soaking lips against them, pulled them out and handed them back to him. I cannot describe the look he had on his face in the least, somewhere between shocked, surprised, relieved and anxious. He stared reluctantly into his hands.
“Is that what you want to smell?” I said and he looked into my eyes. “Well? Is it? Smell it! C’mon! Sniff it up, man!” I hollered as I pushed his hands up to his face. He had big hands, too and I kept thinking to myself that this guy could easily beat the living daylights out of me but I couldn’t stop myself from playing this domineering bitch I was becoming. He pressed the panties against his face and took in a deep breath. I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head like he were in heaven and I was completely confused as he took in another deep breath. I stepped back at looked at him in amazement. “Really?”
“Oh, God,” he said. “Smells so wonderful!” His voice was quivering and I stood there in shock, looking him over in disbelief. I glanced at his package and noticed a significant increase in size or so I thought from an earlier glance I had caught. My hand instantly covered my mouth.
“Oh my God,” I said into my hand.