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Hector nervously shifted back and forth. His toolbox was close to slipping out of his grasp with how his hands had begun to sweat. He debated ringing the doorbell again, but the door finally opened.
You looked even more beautiful than Hector could have imagined. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing the damp sheen on your forehead. Your collarbones were also shiny with sweat. The tiny tank top you wore barely contained your breasts, and Hector had to focus hard to keep his eyes from drifting too low.
"Thank you so much for coming on such short notice. You're here to fix the AC, right?"
"Y-yes! Hector from Hector HVAC, at your service."
You raised a brow as you stepped back, welcoming the man into your home. "Oh, are you the owner of the company?"
Hector flushed. "Um, yes, but it's not like it's a huge company or anything. Just a few mechanics."
"That's still pretty impressive." you replied, and Hector felt a pleasant shudder go down his spine. "The AC system is up in the attic."
You led Hector up the stairs, and the man couldn't help but appreciate the round curve of your ass in your spandex shorts. He really needed to focus if he was going to get through this job.
When you reached the top of the stairs, you turned the corner, leading to the last door in the hallway.
For such a large house, Hector wasn't surprised that it held such a robust HVAC system. But it would probably take a while to diagnose and fix the problem. Not that Hector would mind that.
"How long has the AC been out?" he asked, setting his toolbox down and rummaging for his flashlight.
"Hmm, since yesterday morning, I think? I woke up drenched in sweat, and no matter what I did, it wouldn't turn on." you replied. "And of course, my husband is gone on a work trip for the rest of the week, so I'm dealing with all of this alone."
Hector's fingers stalled on his tools. He should have guessed that such a lovely woman would be married already. Mentally, he scolded your husband for leaving you by yourself.
If you were his, Hector would never leave you alone.
"Don't worry," he assured, "Um, I'm sure we'll be able to get it working today."
You beamed, and Hector felt his heart swell. Something about your smile knocked him off center.
"It doesn't help that is the hottest room in the house. Can I get you something to drink?"
Hector's first instinct was to decline in fear of inconveniencing you, but he realized it would probably be rude to turn down such a kind offer.
"That would be great, if you don't mind."
You responded an affirmative and left the room.
Hector was grateful for the reprieve. He needed a moment to get himself together. Now that he'd promised to get your AC working today, he couldn't let himself get distracted. He needed to see the proud smile you would give him when the first puffs of cool air came from the vents.
Hector had just popped open the front panel to the HVAC system, and was laying on his back in front of it, when you returned with a glass of lemonade and a bottle of water.
"I wasn't sure which one you'd want so I brought both."
"Oh! How sweet of you." Hector replied as he sat up on his elbows, "But watch out for my—"
You cursed in surprise, tripping over the array of tools laid out.
Hector winced when the cold lemonade splashed over his pants.
"I'm so sorry!" you said quickly, setting the drinks down and scrambling for something to clean up with. You grabbed a rag hanging out of Hector's tool box and hurried to dab at the mess on his pants.
Hector's eyes widened at your touch and how close you were to him. From here, your beauty was undeniable, even with your expression pinched in concern and embarrassment.
You brushed the rag over Hector's clothed cock, and he had to bite down on his lip to contain a moan. Your hand was lingering over his crotch. Was that intentional? He immediately berated himself at the thought. He was being delusional.
He didn't think that would have made him hard, but you were pulling away with a pink tint on your face that made him worry his own biology had betrayed him. Hopefully you didn't think he was some sort of pervert. But how else could his body react when you were touching him there?
"Sorry about that." you muttered shyly as you stood.
"No no, it's fine." Hector assured, finally finding his voice. "My work clothes have seen far worse."
"How long have you been in this line of work?"
Hector made a thoughtful noise. "I want to say...ten years?" he pushed himself into a sitting position on the floor and drew his legs to his chest, if not just to hide his bodily reaction. "Um, I went to trade school right out of high school, worked for my mentor for a few years, and when he retired, he encouraged me to start my own business."
"Wow, that's inspiring." you remarked, and Hector blushed.
"Uh, it's really not...special or anything." he mumbled.
"It really is! You found something you're good at and made your own business out of it!" you emphasized. "I wish I could do that."
"What do you do now?"
You sighed, sitting down on a stack of boxes. "Nothing really. My husband handles everything and says I don't need to work. So I mostly just stay home." you shrugged.
Silence grew between the two of you. Begrudgingly, he empathized with your husband's intention. You were so beautiful and lovely, Hector could understand the desire to keep you home, sheltered from the atrocities of the outside world. But even he knew that was selfish. Hector would want to take care of you and every one of your needs, but he didn't think that should come at the cost of your happiness.
"Well, what do you want to do?" Hector asked quietly.
You sat up straight, your eyes wide like no one had ever asked you that before. Your expression turned pensive.
"Well I like to bake..."
"M-maybe you can get a job at a bakery. Or start baking from home?" Hector suggested.
You smiled. "Yeah...maybe I could."
Hector felt something in his core twist from the way you were looking at him. Your eyes were so warm, but there was also a gleam of something he couldn't quite pinpoint. Or maybe he was imagining it.
"Well, I'll just leave you to it. I need to wash all this sweat off, so give me a few minutes if you need anything."
Hector nodded, dazed as he watched you leave the attic again. Did you have any idea how much you affected him? Just the mere mention of you taking a bath had his mind racing. Your naked body was an experience he didn't deserve to partake in, but Hector could dream.
Something about your words stuck in his mind. Were you unhappy? Feeling stuck? He could understand those sentiments. He didn't think what he'd said was particularly impactful, but he hoped it would help you in some way.
The sound of the shower cutting on a few rooms away snapped Hector out of his thoughts. Right. He had a job to do.
He lowered himself back to the front panel and went over the common problem areas. It didn't take long for him to find the culprit: a critical wire that was not in the proper place.
He stared, baffled.
This wasn't a wire that could have simply loosened over time or gotten jostled out of place. It had been pulled out deliberately.
Hector was puzzled as he reattached the wire. Maybe your husband had pulled it out? He didn't seem like a very nice person, from what you'd said. He supposed he could just ask if you'd accidentally pulled it out at some point. He was going to have to explain what he'd done to fix it anyway.
After replacing the front panel, Hector reset the system and was pleased when it whirred to life. He lamented that the job had taken far less time than he'd thought as he packed his tools away and cleaned his hands, but he supposed he should be grateful that he'd even gotten to meet you at all.
He stepped out into the hallway and listened for the sound of running water. It seemed like you were out of the shower. Hector turned the corner, about to call out for you, but he froze.
You were in your bedroom, with the door cracked open just enough for Hector see you standing before your bed. The only thing covering your body was a fluffy blue towel. You leaned over to grab what looked like a bottle of lotion from the night stand.
Hector nearly gasped when you tugged your towel off and placed it on the bed. He watched in awe as you squeezed some of the lotion into your hand and slowly rubbed it across your arms. Your hands were gentle as they traveled from your chest and massaged your breasts.
Arousal sprang up in his core, followed by guilt. He shouldn't be intruding on your privacy like this. This was wrong, this was unethical. But when your fingers slowly circled around your nipples, Hector knew there was no going back. Just the sight of it had his cock aching. He was glad that he had a free hand as he rubbed himself over his pants. Were you putting on a show for him? You couldn't be. There was no way you would present yourself like this for him.
You squeezed out another dollop of lotion and moved into your legs, rubbing the expanse of your thighs and down to your knees and calves. For a moment, Hector allowed to imagine it was him that was rubbing your body, pressing his fingertips against every inch of you. What kind of expression would you make when he replaced his fingers with his lips? The thought of it had Hector's gaze drifting back up to your face.
You were already looking right at him.
Hector gasped, his face burning red as he turned away from the door. He dropped his toolbox onto a nearby side table, just so he could have two hands to cover up the obvious tent in his pants.
"Um! I was just, uh, the AC is fixed. That's what I was going to tell you." he called over his shoulder. He felt overwhelmed with shame. You had definitely seen him looking. Did you know how long he'd been standing there? Were you upset? Were you disgusted with him?
The bedroom door widened, and you were standing before him with your towel wrapped around you again.
"Wow, that was fast." you remarked.
Hector turned back to face you, trying his hardest not to glance at the top of your breasts in your towel.
"So how much do I owe you?"
"W-well, I didn't have to buy any parts," he explained, "So you're really just paying for the labor..."
Hector gave you the total and your eyes widened.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be that much..." you muttered. Your face flushed. "I don't have that kind of money."
Hector was trying to focus on your words, but the fact that he had just seen your naked form, and now you were standing before him but nothing in a towel, was making it very hard to think. What did you say?
"Uh, are you saying you can't pay your bill?"
Your face flushed even deeper. "Well...would you accept a different form of payment?" you asked quietly.
Confused, Hector could only follow when you curled your fingers in his shirt and pulled him into your bedroom. "I'm...I'm not following." he muttered. Did you want to pay later? That was against company policy, but Hector already knew he was weak against you. If you asked, he was sure that he would acquiesce with no hesitation.
"How about..." you started, undoing the knot of your towel and letting it fall to the floor, "I let you do whatever you want to me, and we'll call it even?"
Hector felt so much blood run south, he was dizzy. He couldn't even begin to wrap his mind around what you were offering. He understood the words on their own, but the meaning of the sentence you'd weaved just wasn't clicking. Surely, you couldn't be serious. Was this some sort of prank or test? He was frozen in shock.
"I saw you watching me, Hector." you added.
Hector nearly whimpered at the sound of his name. His eyes were glued to you as you sat back on the bed, completely exposed.
"But looking isn't enough. You want to touch me too, don't you?"
Broken out of his trance, Hector nodded, taking a hesitant step forward.
"You can touch me however you like, Hector." you promised.
What little remained of Hector's self control evaporated on the spot. You made the most delicious sound when his lips finally met yours. Your skin was soft, giving off the smell of fresh soap and lavender as he pressed kisses against your neck.
Hector's hands were desperate as they pushed you back to lay on the bed, roaming over your body as if he didn't know where to start. Your gaze was heavy on him and it made him tremble. He was afraid to make a mistake and shatter whatever this blessed opportunity was that he'd been gifted.
Your fingers dipped under his shirt, tracing over his back, and he whined. Even the lightest of your touches made him hot with arousal.
Hesitantly, Hector let his lips trail lower, darting his tongue over your hardened nipple. He was rewarded with your soft gasp and the way you arched under him. He wished he could save that sound forever to replay whenever he wanted.
"I've wanted you since you walked in the door." you whispered.
Your words had Hector leaking precum in his pants. His eyes found yours as he leaned back to fumble with his belt and underwear, looking for some kind of validation. Was your confession true? Was it possible that you'd wanted him as much as he'd wanted you? From the moment he'd seen you, you were the object of Hector's desire, and he'd foolishly hoped there was even a chance you felt the same. Did your desire for him really exist outside of his imagination?
"Oh my god, Hector, please." You gave a needy moan at the sight of his cock. Ever since you'd noticed Hector's stare when he'd walked in, a spark of arousal had been growing inside of you. Something about the obvious adoration in his eyes, the feeling of being desperately wanted by another person, it made your body buzz with attraction. By the time you'd caught him peeking through your door, your pussy had been dripping wet for him.
You whimpered, spreading your legs and rubbing your finger over your clit.
Hector tightened his grip on his dick. Just the sight of you spread bare and begging for him was enough to bring him to completion, but he knew he couldn't. You were preening so prettily for him, he needed to give you exactly what you were asking for.
Kneeling on the bed, Hector let the tip of his cock slide over your wet entrance.
You groaned out a curse at the feeling but didn't stop circling your clit.
Hector swallowed thickly, pleasure rippling down his spine when he finally pushed inside. You were so warm and slick, he knew it was already over for him. There was no way he'd be able to hold out, especially when you were looking up at him so desperately.
You cursed when Hector gripped your thighs and spread them even farther, allowing him to bury himself in you completely. Your legs shook every time his cock rubbed against your walls. He held you in a way you'd never felt before, like he was cradling something precious.
Playing with your clit might have been a mistake, because when Hector started to thrust into you, you already felt your climax building in your core. Hector seemed intent to bring you there as well, his expression focused as he pushed in as deep as he could. Your fingers curled in the sheets by your head as you felt the pleasure rising in your core. It only took a few more pumps before you were crying out, your orgasm sending a warm buzz all the way down to your fingertips.
Hector had to tighten up to avoid coming at the feeling of your pussy squeezing around his dick. The sounds you made as Hector fucked into you were sending him even closer to the edge, but he didn't want to finish yet. He wanted this moment to last as long as possible. You wrapped around him, laying beneath him with a blissed out expression.
The man felt your fingers pressing into his jaw and he looked down at you in question.
"Are you close?"
Hector nodded, shifting so he could pull out of you, but your legs around his waist locked him in place. He whimpered. If you kept this up, there was no way he would be able to hold back. And surely, you didn't want him to come inside of you. The thought of that, the risk that came with that...it filled Hector with as much sick satisfaction as it did fear.
"Don't pull out. I need it, Hector."
Your words were his undoing. He groaned as he came hard, his head nearly spinning with bliss as he filled you up. The expression you made was so satisfied, so sinful, Hector almost felt like he could come again at the sight of it.
You relaxed against the sheets and Hector collapsed next to you. For once, his thoughts were quiet.
"How was that?" you asked.
The man turned red again. "I liked it. The husband bit took me off guard, but it was good."
You laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to go off script."
Hector trailed his fingers over your waist, avoiding the spots he knew you were ticklish. "No no, you were great, mi amor. You also have a way with words when it comes to teasing me. Towards the end, I didn't think I was going to last."
"Well I'm glad you liked it, my love." you smirked, leaning over to give your boyfriend a soft kiss. "If you have any other ideas you want to try out, let me know."
Hector sighed longingly when you pulled away from his lips. He was so grateful that you were willing to indulge him and his fantasies.
"I'm sure I'll come up with something."