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Free Hardcore Sex Stories - The Fire Inside
I woke up in the morning quivering like I was outside. It was snowing out and the thermostat said it was only 25 degrees Fahrenheit. Rubbing my arms, trying to keep warm. I should have had something warmer on than just a t-shirt and panties.
I turned the light on and nothing. It wasn't the furnace; it was the electricity. Just great, I thought.
"Ugghhh, did you have to do this on the coldest day of the year," I said. I really wanted to kick something but figured that really wouldn't do me much good.
Shivering, I went to the phone and called for service. "Oh, please pick up. Please be able to come over," I whispered, as it rang. I didn't know how long I could stand to be this cold. Even under blankets, it was extremely cold in the house.
I was on hold for what seemed like hours after they picked it up. I hoped they weren't too busy to come over. I didn't want to go to my mom's.
"I will have someone come over some time today, Ma'am," the woman's voice over the phone said. I wondered what some time today meant.
"Okay, thank you," I said. I ran to my room and put on a pair of pink velour sweatpants and covered my body in a blanket. "I hope they hurry," I said, standing at the front window, watching it snow. The wind whistled through the trees and the slammed the hinges open and shut. It was annoying to listen to but I wasn't going to go out and do something about it.
I sat on the sofa bundled in the blanket. I hoped it would be the regular electrician that came to fix it before. I had to admit that I had a crush on him since the first time he came to fix it a few years earlier. I couldn't resist his blue eyes, his long hair that was neatly trimmed on the sides, but in a ponytail in the back, and his lean, muscular body. He was the only utility man that I ever talked to when they came over. I didn't know why but I felt comfortable enough with him to stand and talk while he fixed it. Then a smiled filled my face as I thought of the way he looked walking away, too. He was great watching coming and going.
After about an hour of shivering, I heard the click of the electricity turning on. It shocked me, and I ran over to see if it was okay. As luck would have it, it was working perfectly. One minute after thanking God for heat, I cursed the electricity again.
It happened every time. Whenever my electricity went out, it would decide to stop working, it goes back on right before the electrician gets to my house to check it out. It was getting to the point where I was worried that he would think I just wanted him over. Well, wanting him over was beside the point. I certainly wouldn't call him over on a false running.
"Now that man is going to think I'm stupid," I said.
Just then I saw him pull up in the driveway. If he had just pulled up a few minutes before, he would have heard what it was doing. Now it was going to work fine until he left. I could almost bet on it.
I opened the door, watching him walk up the front steps. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
"What did you do to it now?" He smiled and teased.
"Nothing. It's working fine. It went on just now," I said, smiling back as he walked past me through the door. As he brushed his body up against mine, I found myself nearly closing my eyes and taking a deep breath from the warmth he brought with him.
"Sure, it did," he said, teasing me.
"I swear, it did," I said, laughing, almost mesmerized by the handsome man in front of me.
"Well, let's see if I can see what it's doing, or isn't doing," he said, kneeling down on the floor in front of the fuse box.
"Not a chance of that. It's working fine now. It just wanted me to look stupid," I said. "It must be male," I teased.
"That would explain it," he said. I watched as he went to work looking it over. Turning it on and off a few times. Each time, it worked perfectly. "I think you were imagining it."
I bent down at the waist, the blanket I had wrapped around me, coming unwrapped and falling on the floor. I put my hands under his shirt on his stomach, and he jumped and moved my hands away in a hurry.
"Your hands are freezing," he said, with his eyes lit up and a smile on his face. He glanced down at my almost exposed breasts. Through my white t-shirt, my cold, hard nipples poked through the material.
"I told you it wasn't working," I laughed, as he held tight to my hands so I didn't put them on him again. I didn't mind him looking at my chest. I hoped he liked what he saw.
"I believe. I believe," he said. From the looks of things, you would have thought we were old friends when we had really only talked a few times before. But I knew that I had stared at him a lot and was quite infatuated with the man. "Well, I'm going to order it a few things I will try, and I will be back tomorrow to put them in," he said. "Some of these fuses are really unstable."
"With my luck, it will go out again," I said, pouting. But all I really could think of was that man coming back. I found myself really wanting this gorgeous man that kneeled in front of me.
He stood and I looked way up at him. I hadn't realized before how much taller he was than me. "Wow! You sure are tall," I said, in amazement. He smiled down at me and with one arm wrapped it around me. I didn't want him to let go. I just wanted to put both my arms around him and get lost in them, but I didn't.
"Keep warm until I get back," he said, on the way out the door.
"I would be warmer if you were here to keep me that way," I said, not knowing where that statement came from. It wasn't like I went around all the time and tried to pick up every utility guy. I'd never felt so brave before. I just felt like I knew I didn't want to let him go this time. I wanted to try to get him to notice me. This man was just very special, and I had known it for a long time.
"Is that an invitation?" He asked. I wanted so much to drag him back into the house and yell at him, "YES!"
But instead, I said, "Maybe." He smiled bigger than usual. It was a smile I wouldn't soon forget. I let it go at that, knowing he would be back. And did I ever have plans for his return. If he would take the bait, I would take him.
All that day, especially every time the furnace came on, I thought of him, wondering what his name was, wondering if he liked me and was thinking about me. I schemed all afternoon at what I would do when he came back to see me.
When he came back, I was ready for him. I wore a baby blue, wrap-around skirt that was tied on one side to hold it up, and a pull over, blue, velour shirt. I wore only bikini blue panties under the outfit. No bra, no nylons or shoes. It was sort of a pretty and casual look.
Putting my best face and attitude forward, I smiled as I saw his return. "How's the furnace working for you?"
"Just fine," I said. As he passed my body on the way through the door, I could feel his warmth again. It was as if it just radiated off his body. I wanted his arms around me, his lips on mine.
He went to work putting in the parts that he had brought while I stood next to him, watching, staring, dreaming, wanting him more than I thought possible. It had been such a long time since I had been with anyone.
"Does it bother you that I'm standing here?" I asked.
"No, I like it," he said, not looking at me, but intently working. A smiled filled my face, hoping that meant he liked me like I liked him. "In fact, you can hold the flashlight then so I can see." Gladly, I thought. Our hands touched as he handed it to me. For a moment he stopped and just looked at me. It wasn't uncomfortable. He held me there with his eyes and the only thought on my mind was bending over to kiss him wildly.
Not too many minutes later, he said, "There, that should fix it," as he kneeled next to it. I stood next to him, noticing, we were then nearly the same height. "Will you kick me if I don't fix it?"
"I just want to be nice to you," I said. If you only knew how nice, I thought.
"How nice?" He asked, as if reading my mind.
Without hesitation, I asked, "How nice do you want me to be?" I couldn't help saying the things that I was saying. They just seemed to flow out when he was near me, as if I couldn't stop myself.
A huge smile drifted across his face, before he ran his hand up my leg slightly. As he grinned, he looked back at the fuse box. I was quivering inside. I just wanted to get on the floor with him and make love to him. I knew I didn't know him very well but it felt like I had known him for years. He had been the same person that fixed my electricity and read my meter. All the admiration I had for him just seemed to come out at that moment.
Suddenly he pulled me into his arms and kissed me so very slow and passionate that I couldn't breathe. My tongue wandered into his mouth, his playing with mine. Our bodies were pressed against each other's so tightly. The flesh of his skin nearly burned me. It was our passion for each other that was evident. He must have been feeling the same for me. We ended up in the living room on the floor. Legs and arms were entangled together. I wanted him more than I can ever convey into words. He crawled on top of me and my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. With our clothes still on, we rocked together as if he were inside me. And I found myself wishing he were.
I didn't know how bad I could ache for someone or how much desire I had in me to give him until that moment. My urgency was displayed in touching and kissing and trying desperately to get all of his clothing off. I wanted to know what he looked like under the material, and what he felt like, and what he tasted like. It wasn't long before his clothes were shed, and I could see him in all the glory that he displayed for me. He was off me now, kneeling in front of me as I sat cross-legged.
I kissed my way down his body, licking in small circles everywhere I could reach, until I got on my knees so that I could get to every inch of him. My fingers lightly touched parts of his body in the softest, feathery touches. I could feel him squirm under my tongue and fingers. I looked up and saw him watching me, sometimes closing his eyes, running his fingers through my hair and moaning. I savored every lick, every taste, and with every inch closer that I came to the hard shaft, the more I inched back away from it. I knew he wanted it, he wanted more. His hand on my head trying to guide me to him showed me how much, but just for a minute more, I wanted to tease him.
Then when I decided he had enough teasing, I stared for a minute at how long and hard and perfect he was before licking around the head, then down the shaft to his balls. I heard his moans, which pleased me more than anything he could do for me. My mouth opened to take his entire length deep down my throat.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. I wanted so much to please him. Nothing else mattered. Slowly at first, he moved in and out of my wet mouth, but as his passion built, so did the speed and intensity of this thrusts. His balls grew tighter. As he grew more excited, so did I. I didn't need to be touched to be wet and aching.
As he moaned, I happily swallowed his juices, letting some drip onto my breasts. It was warm on my flesh.
As soon as he stopped cumming, he pushed me back, put my feet on his shoulders and let my knees drop. I squirmed as his fingers touched my clit to wiggle from side to side. He let his fingers dive deep inside me at the same time. I couldn't tell how many fingers but I knew there was more than one. He filled me tightly. Then I looked down to watch him bury his face between my legs. I reached down, running my fingers through his hair and almost pushing him into me.
His tongue licked my clit, then he sucked it hard. It felt so good. My hips moved with his tongue and my moans came as gasps. His fingers moved in me hard and fast as his tongue danced on my clit. And then I screeched as my body tightened up and burst into orgasm. Before I finished cumming, he got between my legs, pushing his still hard shaft deep inside of my wetness. It was like cumming all over again. It just felt so awesome. He kissed me as he move in and out of me. Then I grabbed onto his hips, almost digging my nails into him as I came again, this time, he moaned and came with me. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist as we rocked together.
I clung to him, hugging him so tight that I thought he would turn blue. "I don't pick up every utility man that comes to my house, you know?" I said to him, smiling, not wanting him to think that this was regular practice for me.
"I'm glad, because I've never been with a customer before. Your electricity is working just fine," he said, wiping the sweat from his forehead and smiling.
I sat up as he got up and sat next to me. "I think it would have been that warm in here even without it."
He looked at me, just staring. "You really are beautiful."
I smiled, acknowledging the compliment and thinking the same of him. "What's your name?" I asked. I never knew. I had had talked to him several times and never knew his name. I figured now was a pretty good time to ask.
"Adam," he said. "I know what your name is from your bill. I didn't think to tell you mine."
"Will I get to see you again?" I asked.
"There is absolutely no doubt about that. As soon as I can possibly come back over."
When he left, he kissed me sweetly, still staring at me like he really cared about me and wanted more. I hoped he really would come over again soon. I knew I would be thinking about him, and the more I thought, the hornier I would become.
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