Janet likes to show off
A little story about a woman who likes to be seen.
Janet likes to show off.
She had been told as a teenager that it wasn’t proper for a young woman to show off her body. She was supposed to dress in a manner that would leave most things to the imagination and never flaunt her figure. Janet was unsure where her need to do the opposite came from, but she really enjoyed breaking those rules.
Janet moved into her own place six months after her twenty-second birthday. She had graduated from college and was prepared to charge headfirst into the working world. She had managed to save quite a bit and was really taken aback when an uncle she had rarely met left her a sizable chunk of money in his will. He had written her a note that was delivered with the check that basically said he had always liked her, but the real reason she got the money was to piss off a handful of other relatives he called vultures. Whatever the reason, Janet didn’t really have to work for quite a while.
After getting all of her things delivered to her new home, Janet set to organizing and putting away everything. It was the middle of July and hot. The central air for the house was due to be serviced the next day because it was a little unreliable. Her seller had asked her not to use it until the service was done. She had agreed but was starting to regret it. A glance at a thermometer given to her by her parents showed it was ninety degrees in her little home. She had set up fans, but all they did was move the hot air around. After a few hours of work, Janet decided that she was hungry. Finding a menu left behind by the previous tenants, she called a pizza place for delivery.
After waiting for a half-hour, Janet had a very naughty thought. It was still stupidly hot in her house. She ran into the bedroom and slipped on a white t-shirt. She was already in the smallest shorts she owned for comfort, but a quick check in the mirror showed her that they were so short, the cheeks of her round behind were very visible. In just a few minutes of wrangling boxes and moving furniture pieces, Janet was dripping with sweat. There was a knock at the door. Quickly, she glanced through the peephole and was a touch disappointed. There was a woman roughly her age standing there with her pizza. She opened the door.
“Hi, one second, let me get my purse.” She let the woman in the foyer as she trotted into the kitchen to fetch some money. She paused and saw that with her sweating, she had achieved what she was after. Her white t was virtually transparent. It was for naught, though. At least she thought it was.
“Here ya go.” Janet extended her hand with forty dollars. The young lady took the money and handed her the boxes. Janet sat them on a side table in the hall and turned back to thank the woman. When she turned around, she noticed her staring wide-eyed.
“Oh, sorry. I’m just moving in, and it’s sweltering in here.” Janet made a half-hearted attempt at covering herself. The delivery woman just smiled.
“Don’t be sorry or feel embarrassed. You are really fucking hot! If you were any less covered, I would be tempted to do something I haven’t done since college.” The young lady winked and licked her lips as she turned and walked out of the house and into the yard towards her car. Janet felt that electric rush she had longed for and trembled for a moment. She quickly checked the receipt and saw the woman’s name was Donna. She made it a point to remember that. She would have to get her to delivery again.
Janet was eating her pizza and thinking. What the woman had said really turned her on. However, it wasn’t because she wanted to have sex with her. That had never really been the goal of her acts of exhibitionism. It was more about the event than the results. She liked being admired, seen, and wanted because of her body. She loved the shocking aspect of it. Seeing eyes flare and smiles sneak across faces was such a rush. It wasn’t about picking someone up, it was about that rush. She had wondered for a long time if she was weird in some way, or if she had some taboo sexuality quirk. Eventually, she came to understand that whatever someone else might want to call it, it was just how she was. She loved showing off. It turned her on like nothing else. If the conditions were right, just the look from someone could make her have a spontaneous orgasm. It was a powerful d**g, and she was an addict.
It was late by the time Janet decided that things were as put away as they were going to get that day. She sat on the little stoop in front of her house, drinking a cold beer. She was still wearing the shorts and t-shirt combination she had worn since the pizza that afternoon. It was cooler but yet a summer night in the South. She had bought the house in a fairly remote area. The nearest neighbor was several hundred yards up the road from her at the end of the road. Janet enjoyed the privacy despite her exhibitionist tendencies. Those kinds of things had to happen under her control to be exciting. She wasn’t keen on just having some weirdo peeking in her windows. Sitting under the clear night sky, she decided to take a cool shower and read before going to sleep. As she stood, Janet remembered the expression on the pizza delivery woman’s face. She smiled and looked around.
“What would you have thought if I did this, Miss Pizza Lady?” Not seeing so much as a light anywhere around, Janet extended her arms in a stretch. She grabbed the lower edge of her shirt and pulled it up and off her head as she did. As she relaxed, she tucked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pushed them to the ground in a full bend. Janet untangled the cloth from her feet and enjoyed the feeling of standing naked in her front yard. No one could see. No one was around, as far as she knew. It didn’t matter, just the act turned her on, and she strolled inside to take her shower.
The morning held the promise that it was going to be another hot day. Janet wasn’t thrilled about it. The air conditioning was due to be serviced as the last thing needed to close out the deal to buy the house. The papers were all signed and the money had changed hands, but it was with the agreement that the seller would pay to get that last thing fixed. Janet was told that the repair people should arrive before noon. That meant a half-day of climbing temperatures. So, she made a fruit smoothie and stood in her living room in her robe, looking at the remaining boxes and misplaced furniture, trying to gather up the gumption to get to work. The knock at the door caused her to jump slightly. She wasn’t expecting guests. All she had done to prepare for the day was brush her hair and teeth, and slip into her robe. Janet walked to the door, a little grumpy. She was quite surprised when she saw the young man standing on her stoop with a clipboard and a tool belt.
“Hi, my name is Mike. I’m here about your heat pump?” The young man was handsome and had a friendly smile. It served to wash away Janet's beginnings of a bad mood.
“Yes, hi, I’m Janet. Come in?” She waited for him to step inside before closing the door.
“The work order says that I need to check out the system, recharge the coolant, and make sure the exchange here inside is working correctly. Can you show me where the inside unit is located?” He glanced around and smiled.
“I honestly don’t think I can help you. I’ve only been here a day, and I have no idea where anything is.” Janet giggled as punctuation to her ignorance.
“It shouldn’t be too hard to find. It’s usually near the center of the house in a closet sort of place. Do you mind if I look around and find it?” Janet nodded and made a gesture.
“Look around all you like. I should go get dressed anyway.” She turned to head to the bedroom.
“Well, don’t do anything because of me.” His flirtatious comment was not lost on her. She smiled at him and walked down the hall. Knowing he was surely watching, Janet untied the belt of her robe, letting it fall open. She was facing away, but the young man would undoubtedly notice that she was responding to his remark.
Janet stood in her bedroom with a racing heart. She wondered what she should wear. This situation was unexpected but welcomed. This could be her second chance in twenty-four hours to indulge in one of her favorite past times, being seen and teasing someone.
“I found it. Everything looks good here, so I’m going to go outside to get started on that part.” Janet heard him speak loudly from the hallway. She walked over and opened her bedroom door slightly and leaned out.
“Alright. I’ll be around if you have any questions.” Janet was still wearing the robe, but it was also still open in the front. She knew when she leaned forward to speak out of the door, that, if he looked, he could easily get a peek at one of her cute C cup breasts in the gap. He did look and judging by his reaction, he did see. He smiled broadly before trying to act professional and turning to walk outside.
Janet stood naked in her room, looking at the boxes of yet to be sorted clothes. She spotted the box that contained shorts and t-shirts that she had been in the day before and settled that a similar outfit would have to suffice. She bent over and dug into the shorts box hunting for a particular pair she enjoyed and knew how they looked. Then, into the t-shirt box for the cut-off shirt, she loved. When she stood back up, Janet noticed something. It wasn’t as much something she saw, it was more something she felt. Glancing around without moving her head too much, she saw the shadow on the floor. The naughty repairman was at the heat pump outside of the house. Janet hadn’t really paid any attention to where the big grey box was sitting. As it turned out, it was right outside her bedroom window. Technically, he wasn’t peeking because he was at the spot where he needed to be to do his work. It was, however, fortuitous for him that he was outside the uncurtained window while the young lady was standing naked searching for the right outfit. Janet couldn’t tell if he was looking just by seeing his shadow, but she thought, how could he not at least glance?
Janet took her outfit to her large dresser and laid it out. It gave her more time naked to the man’s prying eyes, but it also allowed her to see, via the large mirror, if he was watching. She looked. He was. She opened a drawer on her dresser as if to look for something. She closed it and bent fully at the waist to open the lowest drawer with the same intent. When she stood up, she caught sight of him staring. When it looked like she was going to turn, he moved slightly and tried to appear like he was intensely studying his work. Her heart was racing. Beads of nervous sweat ran down between her breasts, and her hands were trembling. She grabbed her clothes and walked out of her room into the adjoining bathroom. Almost as soon as she closed the door behind her, she touched her clit and was rocked by an intense orgasm. She made no attempt to squelch her noises, at one point, even nearly screaming in pleasure. After the tremors subsided, Janet slipped into the shorts and shirt and walked out. She managed to catch sight of him walking around the corner of the house, assumedly to tell her he was finished with the job. She hurried out to the kitchen. Before she could do anything, he knocked on the front door. Pausing a moment to take a couple of deep cleansing breaths, she opened it.
“Yes, Ma’am, I’m all done out here, but I need to check if everything is working here if you don’t mind?” He smiled. Janet bowed slightly and dramatically waved her hand for him to enter. As he walked to the indoor unit, she went back to the kitchen. She was dehydrated from her own heavy breathing and panting. After a few minutes, the young man came in the kitchen, filling out a paper in his metal clipboard.
“Well, it looks like everything is proper working order. If you’d like to turn down the air, I promise it will be cold.” Mike continued to fill out his papers as Janet walked over to the controls and turned on the air. She returned to the kitchen.
“Would you like something to drink? I know you have to be thirsty.” She opened the refrigerator.
“I was doing some heavy breathing out there.” He chuckled. It felt like a flirt, but Janet wasn’t a hundred percent sure. She grabbed a soda from the fridge and handed it to him. The frigid air blowing from the vent felt glorious, and she paused directly in the stream of air, spread her arms, and closed her eyes.
“Thank you so much for fixing that thing. Yesterday was torture, trying to get everything unloaded and put away. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She heard him clear his throat.
“No, Ma’am. Thank you!” Again, he chuckled a little. As she opened her eyes, she saw him staring at her. Unintentionally, when she opened her arms and leaned back, her cut off t-shirt rose and revealed the full bottom curve of her breasts. That, combined with the cold air, had made her nipples hard as diamonds. Mike was staring. Janet blushed.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t stare. Please forgive me!” He stammered apologies as he held out the notebook to get her signature.
“Don’t apologize! I should be the one saying I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” She signed her name and handed the clipboard back to him.
“I’m not embarrassed at all. It is a spectacular view.” Mike spoke as he tore off a copy of the work order and put it on the table. Janet couldn’t help herself. She watched as he stepped back from the kitchen bar. Mike had a sizable erection straining against his dull blue work pants.
“I have to be honest. I saw you before, in your bedroom? I swear I’m not a peeping tom or anything but I was there working on the heat pump, and I saw movement and just looked. I’m sorry.” He closed his book and started to move toward the door.
“Well, wait a second. I’m just curious, did you like what you saw?” Janet wanted to hear the words. Mike just nodded.
“Yes, very much so. You are really hot.” She saw him blush. It was cute.
“Thank you. I’m not in a relationship, and a girl likes to hear that she is still attractive.” It was her turn to smile.
“Good lord yes. You might be the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on.” Mike stopped at the closed front door.
“Mike, can I make an admission without embarrassing you too much?” Janet acted like she was fiddling with her nails.
“Sure, I guess.” She could tell he didn’t know what else to say.
“It really turns me on to know that you were watching me. I like showing off.” Janet spoke in a soft voice. She heard him take a quick breath.
“I would be stupid to say I didn’t like watching.” Mike tried to sound confident, but it came out weaker than he anticipated. Janet was feeling brazen. She walked over to a box sitting on her couch and started digging through it all the time with her back to the handsome man. She took something out and motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen. He did so.
Once in the kitchen, she put the jar she had on the counter of the island.
“You liked what you saw?” He nodded.
“Show me how much.” She giggled and pushed the jar of lubricant toward him before stepping back and moving to the French doors that led to the deck. She stopped, started some music on her phone, and started swaying. Mike had an idea what she wanted but was unsure if he should.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. Think of it as your own private strip show. No touching, just looking. And unlike any nasty strip club, here, you are encouraged to touch yourself. So, have a seat on that barstool, and show me.” Janet started to writhe with the rhythm. She would put her arms up to reveal more of her breasts. She would bend deeply to show him her ass. He still hesitated. He had never been in any situation remotely like this. Janet danced her way over to him and got close to his ear.
“Take out your cock and stroke it to me while I dance. I want you to show me how much you enjoy seeing me.” Her hot breath cause Mike to close his eyes. Seeing a touch of hesitation in him, Janet did what she had seen in strip clubs. She ran her hand down his chest and over his still clothed member. She even went so far as to tug his zipper down to let him know she was very serious.
Mike, the repairman, didn’t need encouragement beyond Janet’s words and actions. He took off his tool belt and laid it to the side. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a nicely muscled physique, and his pants before leaning against the bar to watch her. Janet practically slithered back to the sunny spot in front of the French doors. She teased, showing him her bare breasts. She bent deeply and ran her hands over her round ass. She got down on her knees and let them slid far apart pulling her shorts tight against her crotch. She knew Mike could see the wet spot that was forming. In an almost casual move, Mike let his boxers fall to the floor, and his cock popped into view. Janet gasped.
Mike smiled as she stared at his picture-perfect cock. It was a good seven or eight inches. Perfectly veined with a proportionate head, it hung downward slightly under its own weight. Mike smiled as he grabbed the jar of lubrication and dug a dollop out into his palm. Janet snapped out of her cock induced hypnosis and bent backward before standing up.
Janet was the one staring as the man in front of her ran his hand down and up the length of his member, coating it with the lubrication. She could see his dilated eyes as he looked at her. Janet felt it was time to turn things up a notch. She ran the backs of her hands up her sides and let them pull her shirt up to reveal her perky, hard-nippled breasts. Without letting it slip, she tugged it over her head to let it fall to the floor. She cupped her breasts and moaned as she gyrated to the slow music. Twisting and bending, Janet gave him the best show possible. She only paused when the tension from her pussy became impossible to ignore. Not being one to cheat the viewer out of anything, she rubbed her twitching pussy through her thin shorts to come, and then continue to dance.
Janet continued to stare at the man ogling at her. His cock was hard and erect as he stroked it from tip to base as he enjoyed her show. Her next moves were obvious. Turning to face away from him, Janet stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. With an exaggerated motion, she pulled them over her hips and round behind and then escorted them to the floor as she bent. Once there, she carefully stepped out of them and went upright again and continued to dance.
Janet was impressed with Mike’s stamina. He had been leaning against that barstool, stroking his cock for nearly forty-five minutes. Janet had come three times by that point. She was longing to see him do the same. She sidled over to him. She could see him fighting the urge to reach out to her. She loved it. She moved close to him, gently rubbing her dripping wet pussy on his thigh as she straddled his leg to whisper hotly in his ear.
“Stroke that cock and make it come for me. I know what I want.” Janet didn’t say anything beyond that, and she stepped back but only a pace in front of him. She played with her breasts, even lifting her nipples to lick them by opening her mouth and extending her tongue as she stared at his eyes. She knew he was close but fighting it. She knew he didn’t want this to end, but Janet was eager to see him explode. As his eyes rolled back in anticipation of what was inevitable, she dropped to her knees in front of him. Mike opened his eyes and gasped loudly upon seeing her.
Mike straightened out his legs as Janet writhed on her knees in front of him. Her hands were everywhere as she played with her tits with one hand while the other dashed and poked into her hot wet pussy. The sight was more than Mike could take, and he grunted loudly. Allowing him to do what she wanted, Mike rapidly pumped his member and pointed at the woman in front of him. Janet was surprised at how forcefully this man erupted. The first spurt hit her chest and splashed. She knew the next would be even stronger. They were. As he did his best to watch her, Mike pumped his cock. The second hit Janet on her forehead. The third on her right cheek. The fourth was welcomed into her by her widely opened mouth. Seeing that seemed to start another orgasm for the grunting man. Five, six, seven hard shots were followed by at least six more. The repairman was giving his client a come bath and she was in ecstasy for it. Janet rubbed his come all over her skin, face, neck, and thighs while moaning in a near-continuous state of orgasm. As the last drops were propelled from the head of his beautiful cock, Janet fell onto her back panting. Taking it as a hint, Mike stood up, straddled her, and squeezed the last drops of his come from his deflating cock onto her breasts.
“That was the most erotic and sexy thing I have done in my life!” Mike spoke as he panted and leaned back on his barstool. Janet rose to one elbow and looked at him, smiling.
“Any time you want another dance, just shoot me a text.” Janet winked as she saw his cock bounce as it was renewed with hot blood.
The End . . . maybe :)
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Janet likes to show off.
She had been told as a teenager that it wasn’t proper for a young woman to show off her body. She was supposed to dress in a manner that would leave most things to the imagination and never flaunt her figure. Janet was unsure where her need to do the opposite came from, but she really enjoyed breaking those rules.
Janet moved into her own place six months after her twenty-second birthday. She had graduated from college and was prepared to charge headfirst into the working world. She had managed to save quite a bit and was really taken aback when an uncle she had rarely met left her a sizable chunk of money in his will. He had written her a note that was delivered with the check that basically said he had always liked her, but the real reason she got the money was to piss off a handful of other relatives he called vultures. Whatever the reason, Janet didn’t really have to work for quite a while.
After getting all of her things delivered to her new home, Janet set to organizing and putting away everything. It was the middle of July and hot. The central air for the house was due to be serviced the next day because it was a little unreliable. Her seller had asked her not to use it until the service was done. She had agreed but was starting to regret it. A glance at a thermometer given to her by her parents showed it was ninety degrees in her little home. She had set up fans, but all they did was move the hot air around. After a few hours of work, Janet decided that she was hungry. Finding a menu left behind by the previous tenants, she called a pizza place for delivery.
After waiting for a half-hour, Janet had a very naughty thought. It was still stupidly hot in her house. She ran into the bedroom and slipped on a white t-shirt. She was already in the smallest shorts she owned for comfort, but a quick check in the mirror showed her that they were so short, the cheeks of her round behind were very visible. In just a few minutes of wrangling boxes and moving furniture pieces, Janet was dripping with sweat. There was a knock at the door. Quickly, she glanced through the peephole and was a touch disappointed. There was a woman roughly her age standing there with her pizza. She opened the door.
“Hi, one second, let me get my purse.” She let the woman in the foyer as she trotted into the kitchen to fetch some money. She paused and saw that with her sweating, she had achieved what she was after. Her white t was virtually transparent. It was for naught, though. At least she thought it was.
“Here ya go.” Janet extended her hand with forty dollars. The young lady took the money and handed her the boxes. Janet sat them on a side table in the hall and turned back to thank the woman. When she turned around, she noticed her staring wide-eyed.
“Oh, sorry. I’m just moving in, and it’s sweltering in here.” Janet made a half-hearted attempt at covering herself. The delivery woman just smiled.
“Don’t be sorry or feel embarrassed. You are really fucking hot! If you were any less covered, I would be tempted to do something I haven’t done since college.” The young lady winked and licked her lips as she turned and walked out of the house and into the yard towards her car. Janet felt that electric rush she had longed for and trembled for a moment. She quickly checked the receipt and saw the woman’s name was Donna. She made it a point to remember that. She would have to get her to delivery again.
Janet was eating her pizza and thinking. What the woman had said really turned her on. However, it wasn’t because she wanted to have sex with her. That had never really been the goal of her acts of exhibitionism. It was more about the event than the results. She liked being admired, seen, and wanted because of her body. She loved the shocking aspect of it. Seeing eyes flare and smiles sneak across faces was such a rush. It wasn’t about picking someone up, it was about that rush. She had wondered for a long time if she was weird in some way, or if she had some taboo sexuality quirk. Eventually, she came to understand that whatever someone else might want to call it, it was just how she was. She loved showing off. It turned her on like nothing else. If the conditions were right, just the look from someone could make her have a spontaneous orgasm. It was a powerful d**g, and she was an addict.
It was late by the time Janet decided that things were as put away as they were going to get that day. She sat on the little stoop in front of her house, drinking a cold beer. She was still wearing the shorts and t-shirt combination she had worn since the pizza that afternoon. It was cooler but yet a summer night in the South. She had bought the house in a fairly remote area. The nearest neighbor was several hundred yards up the road from her at the end of the road. Janet enjoyed the privacy despite her exhibitionist tendencies. Those kinds of things had to happen under her control to be exciting. She wasn’t keen on just having some weirdo peeking in her windows. Sitting under the clear night sky, she decided to take a cool shower and read before going to sleep. As she stood, Janet remembered the expression on the pizza delivery woman’s face. She smiled and looked around.
“What would you have thought if I did this, Miss Pizza Lady?” Not seeing so much as a light anywhere around, Janet extended her arms in a stretch. She grabbed the lower edge of her shirt and pulled it up and off her head as she did. As she relaxed, she tucked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pushed them to the ground in a full bend. Janet untangled the cloth from her feet and enjoyed the feeling of standing naked in her front yard. No one could see. No one was around, as far as she knew. It didn’t matter, just the act turned her on, and she strolled inside to take her shower.
The morning held the promise that it was going to be another hot day. Janet wasn’t thrilled about it. The air conditioning was due to be serviced as the last thing needed to close out the deal to buy the house. The papers were all signed and the money had changed hands, but it was with the agreement that the seller would pay to get that last thing fixed. Janet was told that the repair people should arrive before noon. That meant a half-day of climbing temperatures. So, she made a fruit smoothie and stood in her living room in her robe, looking at the remaining boxes and misplaced furniture, trying to gather up the gumption to get to work. The knock at the door caused her to jump slightly. She wasn’t expecting guests. All she had done to prepare for the day was brush her hair and teeth, and slip into her robe. Janet walked to the door, a little grumpy. She was quite surprised when she saw the young man standing on her stoop with a clipboard and a tool belt.
“Hi, my name is Mike. I’m here about your heat pump?” The young man was handsome and had a friendly smile. It served to wash away Janet's beginnings of a bad mood.
“Yes, hi, I’m Janet. Come in?” She waited for him to step inside before closing the door.
“The work order says that I need to check out the system, recharge the coolant, and make sure the exchange here inside is working correctly. Can you show me where the inside unit is located?” He glanced around and smiled.
“I honestly don’t think I can help you. I’ve only been here a day, and I have no idea where anything is.” Janet giggled as punctuation to her ignorance.
“It shouldn’t be too hard to find. It’s usually near the center of the house in a closet sort of place. Do you mind if I look around and find it?” Janet nodded and made a gesture.
“Look around all you like. I should go get dressed anyway.” She turned to head to the bedroom.
“Well, don’t do anything because of me.” His flirtatious comment was not lost on her. She smiled at him and walked down the hall. Knowing he was surely watching, Janet untied the belt of her robe, letting it fall open. She was facing away, but the young man would undoubtedly notice that she was responding to his remark.
Janet stood in her bedroom with a racing heart. She wondered what she should wear. This situation was unexpected but welcomed. This could be her second chance in twenty-four hours to indulge in one of her favorite past times, being seen and teasing someone.
“I found it. Everything looks good here, so I’m going to go outside to get started on that part.” Janet heard him speak loudly from the hallway. She walked over and opened her bedroom door slightly and leaned out.
“Alright. I’ll be around if you have any questions.” Janet was still wearing the robe, but it was also still open in the front. She knew when she leaned forward to speak out of the door, that, if he looked, he could easily get a peek at one of her cute C cup breasts in the gap. He did look and judging by his reaction, he did see. He smiled broadly before trying to act professional and turning to walk outside.
Janet stood naked in her room, looking at the boxes of yet to be sorted clothes. She spotted the box that contained shorts and t-shirts that she had been in the day before and settled that a similar outfit would have to suffice. She bent over and dug into the shorts box hunting for a particular pair she enjoyed and knew how they looked. Then, into the t-shirt box for the cut-off shirt, she loved. When she stood back up, Janet noticed something. It wasn’t as much something she saw, it was more something she felt. Glancing around without moving her head too much, she saw the shadow on the floor. The naughty repairman was at the heat pump outside of the house. Janet hadn’t really paid any attention to where the big grey box was sitting. As it turned out, it was right outside her bedroom window. Technically, he wasn’t peeking because he was at the spot where he needed to be to do his work. It was, however, fortuitous for him that he was outside the uncurtained window while the young lady was standing naked searching for the right outfit. Janet couldn’t tell if he was looking just by seeing his shadow, but she thought, how could he not at least glance?
Janet took her outfit to her large dresser and laid it out. It gave her more time naked to the man’s prying eyes, but it also allowed her to see, via the large mirror, if he was watching. She looked. He was. She opened a drawer on her dresser as if to look for something. She closed it and bent fully at the waist to open the lowest drawer with the same intent. When she stood up, she caught sight of him staring. When it looked like she was going to turn, he moved slightly and tried to appear like he was intensely studying his work. Her heart was racing. Beads of nervous sweat ran down between her breasts, and her hands were trembling. She grabbed her clothes and walked out of her room into the adjoining bathroom. Almost as soon as she closed the door behind her, she touched her clit and was rocked by an intense orgasm. She made no attempt to squelch her noises, at one point, even nearly screaming in pleasure. After the tremors subsided, Janet slipped into the shorts and shirt and walked out. She managed to catch sight of him walking around the corner of the house, assumedly to tell her he was finished with the job. She hurried out to the kitchen. Before she could do anything, he knocked on the front door. Pausing a moment to take a couple of deep cleansing breaths, she opened it.
“Yes, Ma’am, I’m all done out here, but I need to check if everything is working here if you don’t mind?” He smiled. Janet bowed slightly and dramatically waved her hand for him to enter. As he walked to the indoor unit, she went back to the kitchen. She was dehydrated from her own heavy breathing and panting. After a few minutes, the young man came in the kitchen, filling out a paper in his metal clipboard.
“Well, it looks like everything is proper working order. If you’d like to turn down the air, I promise it will be cold.” Mike continued to fill out his papers as Janet walked over to the controls and turned on the air. She returned to the kitchen.
“Would you like something to drink? I know you have to be thirsty.” She opened the refrigerator.
“I was doing some heavy breathing out there.” He chuckled. It felt like a flirt, but Janet wasn’t a hundred percent sure. She grabbed a soda from the fridge and handed it to him. The frigid air blowing from the vent felt glorious, and she paused directly in the stream of air, spread her arms, and closed her eyes.
“Thank you so much for fixing that thing. Yesterday was torture, trying to get everything unloaded and put away. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She heard him clear his throat.
“No, Ma’am. Thank you!” Again, he chuckled a little. As she opened her eyes, she saw him staring at her. Unintentionally, when she opened her arms and leaned back, her cut off t-shirt rose and revealed the full bottom curve of her breasts. That, combined with the cold air, had made her nipples hard as diamonds. Mike was staring. Janet blushed.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t stare. Please forgive me!” He stammered apologies as he held out the notebook to get her signature.
“Don’t apologize! I should be the one saying I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” She signed her name and handed the clipboard back to him.
“I’m not embarrassed at all. It is a spectacular view.” Mike spoke as he tore off a copy of the work order and put it on the table. Janet couldn’t help herself. She watched as he stepped back from the kitchen bar. Mike had a sizable erection straining against his dull blue work pants.
“I have to be honest. I saw you before, in your bedroom? I swear I’m not a peeping tom or anything but I was there working on the heat pump, and I saw movement and just looked. I’m sorry.” He closed his book and started to move toward the door.
“Well, wait a second. I’m just curious, did you like what you saw?” Janet wanted to hear the words. Mike just nodded.
“Yes, very much so. You are really hot.” She saw him blush. It was cute.
“Thank you. I’m not in a relationship, and a girl likes to hear that she is still attractive.” It was her turn to smile.
“Good lord yes. You might be the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on.” Mike stopped at the closed front door.
“Mike, can I make an admission without embarrassing you too much?” Janet acted like she was fiddling with her nails.
“Sure, I guess.” She could tell he didn’t know what else to say.
“It really turns me on to know that you were watching me. I like showing off.” Janet spoke in a soft voice. She heard him take a quick breath.
“I would be stupid to say I didn’t like watching.” Mike tried to sound confident, but it came out weaker than he anticipated. Janet was feeling brazen. She walked over to a box sitting on her couch and started digging through it all the time with her back to the handsome man. She took something out and motioned for him to follow her into the kitchen. He did so.
Once in the kitchen, she put the jar she had on the counter of the island.
“You liked what you saw?” He nodded.
“Show me how much.” She giggled and pushed the jar of lubricant toward him before stepping back and moving to the French doors that led to the deck. She stopped, started some music on her phone, and started swaying. Mike had an idea what she wanted but was unsure if he should.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. Think of it as your own private strip show. No touching, just looking. And unlike any nasty strip club, here, you are encouraged to touch yourself. So, have a seat on that barstool, and show me.” Janet started to writhe with the rhythm. She would put her arms up to reveal more of her breasts. She would bend deeply to show him her ass. He still hesitated. He had never been in any situation remotely like this. Janet danced her way over to him and got close to his ear.
“Take out your cock and stroke it to me while I dance. I want you to show me how much you enjoy seeing me.” Her hot breath cause Mike to close his eyes. Seeing a touch of hesitation in him, Janet did what she had seen in strip clubs. She ran her hand down his chest and over his still clothed member. She even went so far as to tug his zipper down to let him know she was very serious.
Mike, the repairman, didn’t need encouragement beyond Janet’s words and actions. He took off his tool belt and laid it to the side. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a nicely muscled physique, and his pants before leaning against the bar to watch her. Janet practically slithered back to the sunny spot in front of the French doors. She teased, showing him her bare breasts. She bent deeply and ran her hands over her round ass. She got down on her knees and let them slid far apart pulling her shorts tight against her crotch. She knew Mike could see the wet spot that was forming. In an almost casual move, Mike let his boxers fall to the floor, and his cock popped into view. Janet gasped.
Mike smiled as she stared at his picture-perfect cock. It was a good seven or eight inches. Perfectly veined with a proportionate head, it hung downward slightly under its own weight. Mike smiled as he grabbed the jar of lubrication and dug a dollop out into his palm. Janet snapped out of her cock induced hypnosis and bent backward before standing up.
Janet was the one staring as the man in front of her ran his hand down and up the length of his member, coating it with the lubrication. She could see his dilated eyes as he looked at her. Janet felt it was time to turn things up a notch. She ran the backs of her hands up her sides and let them pull her shirt up to reveal her perky, hard-nippled breasts. Without letting it slip, she tugged it over her head to let it fall to the floor. She cupped her breasts and moaned as she gyrated to the slow music. Twisting and bending, Janet gave him the best show possible. She only paused when the tension from her pussy became impossible to ignore. Not being one to cheat the viewer out of anything, she rubbed her twitching pussy through her thin shorts to come, and then continue to dance.
Janet continued to stare at the man ogling at her. His cock was hard and erect as he stroked it from tip to base as he enjoyed her show. Her next moves were obvious. Turning to face away from him, Janet stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. With an exaggerated motion, she pulled them over her hips and round behind and then escorted them to the floor as she bent. Once there, she carefully stepped out of them and went upright again and continued to dance.
Janet was impressed with Mike’s stamina. He had been leaning against that barstool, stroking his cock for nearly forty-five minutes. Janet had come three times by that point. She was longing to see him do the same. She sidled over to him. She could see him fighting the urge to reach out to her. She loved it. She moved close to him, gently rubbing her dripping wet pussy on his thigh as she straddled his leg to whisper hotly in his ear.
“Stroke that cock and make it come for me. I know what I want.” Janet didn’t say anything beyond that, and she stepped back but only a pace in front of him. She played with her breasts, even lifting her nipples to lick them by opening her mouth and extending her tongue as she stared at his eyes. She knew he was close but fighting it. She knew he didn’t want this to end, but Janet was eager to see him explode. As his eyes rolled back in anticipation of what was inevitable, she dropped to her knees in front of him. Mike opened his eyes and gasped loudly upon seeing her.
Mike straightened out his legs as Janet writhed on her knees in front of him. Her hands were everywhere as she played with her tits with one hand while the other dashed and poked into her hot wet pussy. The sight was more than Mike could take, and he grunted loudly. Allowing him to do what she wanted, Mike rapidly pumped his member and pointed at the woman in front of him. Janet was surprised at how forcefully this man erupted. The first spurt hit her chest and splashed. She knew the next would be even stronger. They were. As he did his best to watch her, Mike pumped his cock. The second hit Janet on her forehead. The third on her right cheek. The fourth was welcomed into her by her widely opened mouth. Seeing that seemed to start another orgasm for the grunting man. Five, six, seven hard shots were followed by at least six more. The repairman was giving his client a come bath and she was in ecstasy for it. Janet rubbed his come all over her skin, face, neck, and thighs while moaning in a near-continuous state of orgasm. As the last drops were propelled from the head of his beautiful cock, Janet fell onto her back panting. Taking it as a hint, Mike stood up, straddled her, and squeezed the last drops of his come from his deflating cock onto her breasts.
“That was the most erotic and sexy thing I have done in my life!” Mike spoke as he panted and leaned back on his barstool. Janet rose to one elbow and looked at him, smiling.
“Any time you want another dance, just shoot me a text.” Janet winked as she saw his cock bounce as it was renewed with hot blood.
The End . . . maybe :)
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