PART TWO
It had been an interesting day and it wasn't even 10 o'clock in the morning. The electrician would be arriving in about 10 minutes. My whole body was filled with delicious sensations, raw sexual energy rolling off my skin in waves. The interrupted joy of a bath and a bit of self-loving had put my thoughts in a fuddle and the voyeuristic lads next door, watching me hang out my panties on the line naked, had only served to increase my avid tension. But my release would have to be postponed, as this was a time to put business before pleasure. The lights and air conditioning in the master bedroom had been on the blink for weeks and finally it would be sorted today. Feeling horny as hell and all my underwear still on the line, I chose to skip the panties and slipped on a satin chemise with a cute red cotton dress over the top. It was fairly short and snug, the neckline more than a little revealing , but being the kind of girl who likes to advertise her assets, it felt good.
The doorbell rang. A quick glance in the mirror showed a flushed face, damp dark ringlets and a body begging to burst out of its cotton seams - pretty damned attractive actually! I opened the door to Mike, whom I had never laid eyes on before, but was excessively pleased to do so now. The voice matched the physique perfectly. Dark medium length wavy hair, dark mischievous eyes and a firm, well built, sun kissed body. His black shirt hugged his muscled biceps, khaki shorts revealing an incredible set of legs also. The silence was momentary, but palpable. Our gazes drifting up and down each other in unison.
"Hey Mike" I managed to get out...a few more moments passed... His face broke into a glorious smile as he shifted his weight and stuck out his chest.
"Can I come in then?" His eyes were playful and sardonic. I quickly moved sideways, inviting him in with a mock majestic sweep of my arm, smirking constantly. My thoughts were in a jumble, my pulse thumping through my chest so intensely, I was sure he would notice and laugh at the almost desperate way I was looking at him. But if he did notice, he didn't show it - walking casually into the open plan lounge/kitchen area and setting down his toolbox. I was about to tell him where the bedroom was when he interrupted,
"Hmmm... what's that delightful smell? You been baking cookies for me or something?" Still smiling at me, his hands resting on his tool belt.
I stuttered "Cookies?!... what??... oh!! No, no that's just coconut oil from... the bath"
"Yeh, you look nice and sweet Mrs Wright - just like a cookie actually". This time the smile was overt, the mouth slightly open so I could see his tongue suspended in curiosity, his eyes wide and his gaze deliberate. A warmth rushed through my body, from the tip of my head and downwards, settling on my mound which pulsed with expectation.
My eyes widened as he took a step toward me, closing the gap. I could smell him now, a tantalising mix of cologne, perspiration and.. what was that? sunshine?! I felt myself start to sway slightly...