REPAIR MAN 1
by Rita
Larry,
I've finally gotten a chance to let you know about how Thursday went with the repairman. My husband was planning on being home to see what he did to fix it. He always likes to be there when we have something fixed because he thinks the repair people won't charge us for stuff they didn't do if he is. I asked him if it would be ok if maybe I showed the guy a little leg while he was fixing the dishwasher. He said it would be ok..but not too much. He kinda liked the idea and went and picked out a dress for me to wear. It was one of my longer dresses and only came about 5" above my knees, definitely not the one I would have picked. Underneath he told me to wear a sexy white garter and nude color hose. He also told me to put on a pair of sheer bikini panties..but no bra. You couldn't see thru the dress but my nipples always showed nicely as they pushed against the fabric.
I put everything on and came out to see if he approved. I got a whistle as I twirled around and slid the bottom of my dress up to show him my garter and panties. Little did he know that the leg I was going to show that day was for you, Larry and not him. I was just disappointed that he hadn't picked out a sexier dress to wear.
The repairman was supposed to show up at 9am but still wasn't there at 9:45. We were wondering if he was a no show when the phone rang. It wasn't him, but a client for my husband. He hung the phone up and told me he was going to have to leave for a while and meet the guy. He said if the repairman showed that I could still wear the dress I had on, but to show him very little. I gave him a deep french kiss as I rubbed his crotch and told him to hurry back. I knew it would be at least several hours though because his appointment was across town. As soon as his car was out of sight I ran to the bedroom and grabbed a much shorter blue minidress that I had. It wasn't lowcut but was very form fitting and my nipples were very visible. I also slipped my panties off because you had wanted me to be without panties. This dress was much better as it just barely covered my stocking tops if I was standing straight. I knew you would approve of this dress and really felt sexy as I drank a cup of coffee.
Another half an hour passed and I was beginning to think the guy wasn't going to come. I headed back to the bedroom to change back to some more normal clothes. Just as I got there, the doorbell rang. I looked out my bedroom window and saw his service truck in the driveway. I can see our front door from my bedroom window and saw he was an average looking guy in his mid 40's. This was perfect. I nervously rushed back to the front door and opened it for him. As he said who he was I noticed he was checking out the outline of my hard nipples against my dress. We have a split level house and to get to the kitchen you have to go up a short flight of stairs. I led the way up and there is no question he got a real eyefull as he followed me. I showed him the dishwasher and told him again what the problem was. Before I had even finished talking he was already down on the kitchen floor taking a cover off of the bottom of the dishwasher.
It was pretty obvious that he thought the view might be better that way too. I pretended not to notice him looking and finished explaining how it was acting. He must have been able to get a pretty good look up my dress as I stood there because I noticed his cock was beginning to push against his work uniform. When I told him I'd quit bothering him and go finish my cup of coffee and morning paper which was sitting on the breakfast bar which divides our kitchen and our dining room he told me I was no bother at all and I was welcome to stand there and chat as he worked. I smiled and told him my coffee was getting cold and I'd better not be a pest. As I turned to walk away he didn't think I saw when he quickly shifted his position to get a look directly up the back of my dress. I thought to myself that you were right and this guy would be happy with a peek and not get too aggressive.
Our breakfast bar has cabinets under most of it, but the end is open and the chairs face the dishwasher. I took a seat on one of the high barstools on the open end and crossed my legs. My dress rode way up as I sat and the bottom of my garters were very visible. I laid the paper in front of me as I sipped my coffee. I pretended not to notice him glancing under the counter every few seconds. As I turned the next page I slowly uncrossed my legs. He didn't think I was watching him and his glance became a stare. I spread wide enough for maybe 30 seconds to be sure he could get a clear look at my now damp pussy and crossed my legs the other way. I went through the same routine a couple few more times and then looked up. He quickly turned back to his work and pretended to just find the problem. "Here's your problem", he said. "This screen in your pump is partially plugged." I uncrossed my legs again as I asked him if he would be able to fix it.
He said it would just take a couple of minutes to clean it. As he talked to me his eyes were moving from looking at my eyes to between my partially spread legs. I could feel my pussy was really getting wet. I again recrossed my legs and he returned to putting the dishwasher back together glancing back to check me out as often as possible. Just then I got an idea, I bumped my coffee cup and spilled a little on the counter. "Damm", I said. "What a klutz I am", and went to the sink to get a dish rag to wipe it up. I again stood next to him as he lay on the floor and gave him an easy opportunity to look directly up my skirt as I wet the rag. Then I walked over to the counter and instead of going to the side I had been sitting on I reached to wipe the spill from the other side. I could feel my dress ride well up on my ass and knew he could see everything as I slowly wiped the spill. When I finished I turned and stood next to the counter and finished looking at the paper. He soon finished and figured his bill out. I wrote him a check and he picked up his tools.
He said he not only repaired dishwashers but any other appliances I might have and handed me his phone number in case the shop was closed. He said to call him anytime in case of emergency. I thanked him and and decided to give him one more good look as he walked down the stairs. I remained next to a railing that is by the stairs knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist looking up my minidress one more time before he left. He turned when he got to the bottom and said that he wasn't trying to be forward or crude but he wished all of his customers were as pretty as me as his eyes moved back and forth from under my dress and my fully visible pussy to the hard outlines my nipples were making in my dress. I thanked him as I checked out the huge bulge in his pants with my eyes.
I hurried as soon as he left and found my favorite vibrator to use on my now dripping cunt. I fingered and vibrated myself to a several huge orgasms.
When my husband got home he asked how it had gone and how much I had shown. I told him that I really hadn't been in the mood by the time the repairman had gotten there and had only shown him a little thigh..... but he seemed to enjoy it. I've been fantasizing about that repairman being you, Larry and I get wet just thinking about it.
Love you always,
Rita
by Rita
Larry,
I've finally gotten a chance to let you know about how Thursday went with the repairman. My husband was planning on being home to see what he did to fix it. He always likes to be there when we have something fixed because he thinks the repair people won't charge us for stuff they didn't do if he is. I asked him if it would be ok if maybe I showed the guy a little leg while he was fixing the dishwasher. He said it would be ok..but not too much. He kinda liked the idea and went and picked out a dress for me to wear. It was one of my longer dresses and only came about 5" above my knees, definitely not the one I would have picked. Underneath he told me to wear a sexy white garter and nude color hose. He also told me to put on a pair of sheer bikini panties..but no bra. You couldn't see thru the dress but my nipples always showed nicely as they pushed against the fabric.
I put everything on and came out to see if he approved. I got a whistle as I twirled around and slid the bottom of my dress up to show him my garter and panties. Little did he know that the leg I was going to show that day was for you, Larry and not him. I was just disappointed that he hadn't picked out a sexier dress to wear.
The repairman was supposed to show up at 9am but still wasn't there at 9:45. We were wondering if he was a no show when the phone rang. It wasn't him, but a client for my husband. He hung the phone up and told me he was going to have to leave for a while and meet the guy. He said if the repairman showed that I could still wear the dress I had on, but to show him very little. I gave him a deep french kiss as I rubbed his crotch and told him to hurry back. I knew it would be at least several hours though because his appointment was across town. As soon as his car was out of sight I ran to the bedroom and grabbed a much shorter blue minidress that I had. It wasn't lowcut but was very form fitting and my nipples were very visible. I also slipped my panties off because you had wanted me to be without panties. This dress was much better as it just barely covered my stocking tops if I was standing straight. I knew you would approve of this dress and really felt sexy as I drank a cup of coffee.
Another half an hour passed and I was beginning to think the guy wasn't going to come. I headed back to the bedroom to change back to some more normal clothes. Just as I got there, the doorbell rang. I looked out my bedroom window and saw his service truck in the driveway. I can see our front door from my bedroom window and saw he was an average looking guy in his mid 40's. This was perfect. I nervously rushed back to the front door and opened it for him. As he said who he was I noticed he was checking out the outline of my hard nipples against my dress. We have a split level house and to get to the kitchen you have to go up a short flight of stairs. I led the way up and there is no question he got a real eyefull as he followed me. I showed him the dishwasher and told him again what the problem was. Before I had even finished talking he was already down on the kitchen floor taking a cover off of the bottom of the dishwasher.
It was pretty obvious that he thought the view might be better that way too. I pretended not to notice him looking and finished explaining how it was acting. He must have been able to get a pretty good look up my dress as I stood there because I noticed his cock was beginning to push against his work uniform. When I told him I'd quit bothering him and go finish my cup of coffee and morning paper which was sitting on the breakfast bar which divides our kitchen and our dining room he told me I was no bother at all and I was welcome to stand there and chat as he worked. I smiled and told him my coffee was getting cold and I'd better not be a pest. As I turned to walk away he didn't think I saw when he quickly shifted his position to get a look directly up the back of my dress. I thought to myself that you were right and this guy would be happy with a peek and not get too aggressive.
Our breakfast bar has cabinets under most of it, but the end is open and the chairs face the dishwasher. I took a seat on one of the high barstools on the open end and crossed my legs. My dress rode way up as I sat and the bottom of my garters were very visible. I laid the paper in front of me as I sipped my coffee. I pretended not to notice him glancing under the counter every few seconds. As I turned the next page I slowly uncrossed my legs. He didn't think I was watching him and his glance became a stare. I spread wide enough for maybe 30 seconds to be sure he could get a clear look at my now damp pussy and crossed my legs the other way. I went through the same routine a couple few more times and then looked up. He quickly turned back to his work and pretended to just find the problem. "Here's your problem", he said. "This screen in your pump is partially plugged." I uncrossed my legs again as I asked him if he would be able to fix it.
He said it would just take a couple of minutes to clean it. As he talked to me his eyes were moving from looking at my eyes to between my partially spread legs. I could feel my pussy was really getting wet. I again recrossed my legs and he returned to putting the dishwasher back together glancing back to check me out as often as possible. Just then I got an idea, I bumped my coffee cup and spilled a little on the counter. "Damm", I said. "What a klutz I am", and went to the sink to get a dish rag to wipe it up. I again stood next to him as he lay on the floor and gave him an easy opportunity to look directly up my skirt as I wet the rag. Then I walked over to the counter and instead of going to the side I had been sitting on I reached to wipe the spill from the other side. I could feel my dress ride well up on my ass and knew he could see everything as I slowly wiped the spill. When I finished I turned and stood next to the counter and finished looking at the paper. He soon finished and figured his bill out. I wrote him a check and he picked up his tools.
He said he not only repaired dishwashers but any other appliances I might have and handed me his phone number in case the shop was closed. He said to call him anytime in case of emergency. I thanked him and and decided to give him one more good look as he walked down the stairs. I remained next to a railing that is by the stairs knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist looking up my minidress one more time before he left. He turned when he got to the bottom and said that he wasn't trying to be forward or crude but he wished all of his customers were as pretty as me as his eyes moved back and forth from under my dress and my fully visible pussy to the hard outlines my nipples were making in my dress. I thanked him as I checked out the huge bulge in his pants with my eyes.
I hurried as soon as he left and found my favorite vibrator to use on my now dripping cunt. I fingered and vibrated myself to a several huge orgasms.
When my husband got home he asked how it had gone and how much I had shown. I told him that I really hadn't been in the mood by the time the repairman had gotten there and had only shown him a little thigh..... but he seemed to enjoy it. I've been fantasizing about that repairman being you, Larry and I get wet just thinking about it.
Love you always,
Rita
