Florida heat is no joke, and when my AC gave out, I was sweating in ways that had nothing to do with the temperature.
The repair guy showed up early — tall, tan, and way too attractive for someone who was supposed to just fix wires and coils. I wore a tank top and tiny shorts, trying to keep cool. He kept glancing. I didn’t mind.
While he worked, I leaned in the doorway, sipping cold water and letting the straps of my top fall lower. It was harmless at first. Just a look. Then a comment. Then a smirk.
When he said “I can cool you off in other ways,” I nearly dropped my glass.
He kissed me like he had a right to. Hands firm on my waist, mouth hot on my neck. He bent me over the kitchen counter without even asking — and I didn’t need him to. I was soaked before his fingers even slipped inside me.
I moaned louder than I meant to. He didn’t stop. Neither did I.
Safe to say, the AC wasn’t the only thing getting serviced that day. And as we caught our breath, I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d want to come back for a repeat visit. If you’re curious about this steamy encounter or want to share your own, let’s chat! https://pornobloggers.com/go/talk/