The Tech Support Visit
I had just finished a long day at the repair shop when I remembered the note on my desk. A young woman had pleaded for me to visit her home to fix her computer, promising a generous payment for the trouble. The address was only a few blocks away, so I walked, my mind still preoccupied with circuitry and software.
When the door opened, I was momentarily breathless. She was stunning, with long chestnut hair and deep green eyes that sparkled with a playful energy. She wore a thin white cotton top that left little to the imagination, clinging to her curves without the support of a bra, and tight lycra shorts that accentuated her athletic build. She was barefoot, her skin glowing as she led me into a small, pink-hued bedroom.
As I sat in her office chair to work on the PC, she perched on a small stool beside me. She leaned forward, her chin resting on her hands, her boredom apparent. However, the position offered me a direct view down her neckline. I tried to be polite, mentioning that she was… exposed. She didn’t shy away; instead, she smiled mischievously and leaned in further, intentionally revealing more of her breasts.
“Do you like what you see?” she whispered, her voice turning sultry. I couldn’t lie. I told her she was perfect, and she challenged me to prove it, asking how I could know if I hadn’t tasted her. The tension in the room snapped. I reached out, brushing a lock of hair from her face before pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss.
She climbed onto my lap, her legs wrapping around my waist as we moved in a rhythmic dance of friction and desire. I pushed her white top up, exposing her firm breasts to the cool air. I devoured her nipples with my tongue, listening to her soft moans echo in my ear. The heat between us was electric, our skin slick with sweat as I reached beneath her shorts to find her already drenched and waiting.
I cleared the desk with a swift motion and laid her back across the surface. I stripped her of her remaining clothes, admiring the way her body arched beneath me. I spent several minutes worshipping her with my tongue, tasting every inch of her thighs and the sensitive folds of her vulva until she was begging for more.
I discarded my own clothes and positioned myself between her legs. As I slid inside her, she let out a long, shuddering gasp, her eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. We moved together in a frantic pace, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the small room. Just as the peak approached, I shifted my focus, exploring her more intimate depths with a slow, daring penetration that made her cry out in a mixture of surprise and intense pleasure.
Finally, as the tension became unbearable, I pulled back and released my seed across her stomach and thighs. She collapsed against the desk, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling from the intensity of the encounter. We lay there for a moment in the silence, the computer long forgotten, replaced by the raw, lingering heat of our connection.