It was 4pm on Saturday when I received a semi panicked text from Stef: “do you know anything about electrical work? I tried to install this air conditioning unit and now the lights in the room and hallway won’t turn on.” I had known Stef for a while. We fucked a couple times before she was married and had continued to flirt since her divorce. The text immediately got me thinking about the time her legs were wrapped tight around my head as I made her cum with my tongue before pounding her tall skinny frame in the shower. I wondered if this was an invitation for more, but decided I was reading too much into the situation. After all, this was not a porno and she likely needed my help.
“sounds like a blown fuse… I charge $500 an hour” I joked.
“That’s not happening. But I’ll give you something to eat and be VERY thankful”
As I drove over to her house I became acutely aware of how horny I was. This dry spell following my own divorce had been going on too long. My dick strained against my pants as I realized that I was going to animalistically fuck the shit out of Stef if given the chance. In fact, I had to sit outside her house for a second to calm down before knocking on her door.