He arrived bang on 10.15am, as he had said he would when he phoned 30 minutes before. My broadband had been playing up for the best part of 3 weeks now and this was the second engineer to come out to fix it. The doorbell rang, pulling me out of the mass of numbers I had been immersed in. Still trying to bring my mind back into the here and now, I rushed down the stairs in my stockinged feet and pulled open the door. I smiled and stepped back, showing him into the kitchen and pointing him in the direction of the router and master socket as I started to explain the problem we'd been having. He smiled and nodded as he listened to me ramble on about the 'thingies' and 'whatsits' as he set down his tool box and laughed quietly. I blushed and apologised about my lack of technical knowledge and vague discriptions. He was very sweet, without a single hint of being patronising and said, 'it's fine, we' ll get you sorted in no time!'. We chatted a little as he worked, small talk mostly, about customer service and how so much in our lives now revolves around the Internet. I watched him as he worked, his steady hands removing cables and plates, his torso, not buff and toned but what I'd call a 'normal' body with a strong wide chest but with the hint of a gut on his midrift - my favourite body shape. And his ass, partially exposed as he bent over where his trousers rode down displaying the pale skin and the top of his ass crack. I cocked my head to the side as my imagination started to kick in and in my mind I could see those big hands working their way down my face, my neck, my shoulders.. He looked up at me, his smile piercing and his almost white blonde hair glinting in the light and I could my face turn bright red. He had just caught me checking him out! I excused myself saying I would be back in the kitchen if he needed me. As I walked out of lounge I mentally berated myself for feeling like a giddy school girl again, "for crying out loud, you're 41 years old and can barely be 25!" I told myself. Back in the safety of the kitchen, I set about washing the breakfast dishes to keep myself busy. He carried on talking to me, shouting through from the lounge about what the problem was, then about his recent holiday to Cyprus and how he missed the heat. I picked up a mug from sink as I shouted back through to him that I really must book a holiday this year but that we didn't have anything planned. His voice came from right behind me as he said he would recommend Paphos. I hadn't heard him come in to the room and jumped as I dropped the mug back into the sink. I let out a yelp as a tidal wave of soapy water covered my tummy, chest and splashed my face, my pale pink blouse and thin bra sticking to my ample boobs like a second skin! I looked up, he was standing an arms length away his eyes glinting with mischief and a smile spreading across his face and as I looked back down at my sodden body I was suddenly very self conscious. I moved past him, excusing myself as I ran up the stairs, not quite sure why I was so mortified. In the bedroom, I pulled off the wet blouse and bra and replaced them with a black loose t-shirt, tucking it into the waist of my grey skirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, my dark blonde hair pulled into a loose bin, my glasses perched on my button nose. I was 41 but could easily pass for mid 30s. Again, I wondered why this guy had got me agitated. I wiped my face and headed back down stairs. He was still in the kitchen and smiled again as I came into the room. I apologised and moved to lean on the fridge, mainly as I didn't know what else to do with myself! He looked my over, not trying to hide it at all, and said "I think I preferred the wet blouse!". I stuttered, "pardon?" but he just smiled and moved over to stand in front of me, one hand lifted up to cup my cheek as the other found my neck. I felt like I was being given electric shocks, my skin tingling as he gently rubbed my neck and as I looked up at him my lips parted on their own volition. He watched my face as he lowered his head, his lips meeting mine and his tongue gently exploring my mouth. Before I could even think about what was happening, my arms were around his neck and I was pressing myself in to him, kissing him like I was starved and my life depended on it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me along until I was leaning against the worktop, he lifted me up until I was perched on the edge of the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist. He pulled off my t-shirt and smiled at me as bent down and started to suck and nip my boobs, first one then the other, his tongue flicking over my nipples. I let out a groan as his teeth grazed my nipple and he laughed softly, his hot breath felt so good on my exposed skin. He stepped back slightly and lifted my skirt, his fingers tracing the top of the seamed hold ups I was wearing. He started to kiss up my thigh until he came to my now very damp silk panties. He pressed his mouth against them, kissing my pussy through the silk, warming me as breathed in and out. His tongue traced the length of me before he used his finger to pull the panties aside, he kissed my exposed lips before sliding his tongue inside me. I gripped his hair, pushing his head into me as he teased my clit, sucking and licking. His tongue finds its way inside me as his fingers replaced it on my clit. I let out a cry as the orgasm hit me, exploding inside me and making me hungrier! I pulled his head back gently by his hair as I slid off the worktop, kneeling in front of him I unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his boxers down. I grinned as took his hard cock in my hand, giving 2 gentle strokes before licking the tip and taking it in my eager mouth. He tasted so good, I ran my pierced tongue along his shaft, sucking in and then releasing him. His groans encouraging me, I cupped his balls and massaged them as I started to suck and lick hungrily, my mouth moving up and down his shaft as I savoured the salty taste of his pre cum. He pulled my head back by my hair and helped me stand up. I turned around and bent over the worktop as he lifted my skirt and started to tease my now soaking pussy with his fingers again. He plarted my ass cheeks and I could feel his hard cock slide between my legs, teasing me as he rubbed along my pussy until I groaned "now, do it now!". He laughed and kisses my neck as he guided his hard cock inside me. Christ, he felt so good! He started to slide in and out slowly, gently, but I was starving for this so I pushed back hard on him, taking his full length inside me. We both groaned as he took hold of my hips and started to pump vigorously in and out of me. My hips moved back and forth, matching his speed as I called out, "Fuck yes! Harder!" he pumped harder as I started to cum, groaning loudly. My body went rigid as my pussy muscles spasmed and tightness around his cock. I could feel him start to throb inside me so as the orgasm subsided I continued to flex my pelvic muscles around him as he pounded into me. My thighs were slick with my juices and he felt so good inside me! I could feel him start to pulse inside me, his body was rigid so I continued to move back and forth as he exploded inside me. When he had finished filling me up, he leant forward, still inside me, and started to kiss my neck gently. His hands found my naked boobs again and I laughed as he played with them. As he pulled out of me, a mixture of both our juices ran down my legs. I reached down and ran my finger through them then lifted it to my mouth to taste us. At that, his phone rang. He smiled as he answered it, his trousers and boozers still around his ankles. I could make out from the conversation that he had another job to go to and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow that he had to leave now. He hung up the phone and as he turned to me, pulling up his clothes, he said as I thought, that he needed to go. I smiled and said 'of course, but thank you - for everything!'. He laughed as kissed my mouth hard again and winked as he said, "I told you we'd get you sorted!". As he picked up his tool box and headed for the door, he looked back with the mischievous look in his eyes that I had noticed earlier and said, "you have my number from when I called ahead earlier, I'm working in the area all week so if to notice anything wrong with your line then call me. I'm sure I could pop in between jobs!". I smiled as he left, hugging my arms around my still naked boobs and I laughed out loud as I wondered what I would tell my husband when he came home and asked how my day had been...