Lighting the Fire Within

"Is that an invitation?" He asked, as he put his tools into the Van. I
wanted so much to drag him back into the house and yell, "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.

The next day, 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?" He asked as I watched him walk up to
the door. He had to know that I admired him the way I never took my eyes off
him.

"Just fine," I said. As he passed my body on the way through the door, I
could feel his warmth again. I wanted his arms around me, his lips on mine.
And yes, I wanted all the other things that would go with it.

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, hoping he would say
no. I didn't want to leave his side. I didn't mind him knowing I liked him.
I wanted him to know.

"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 so I can see," he said. Gladly, I thought. Our
hands touched as he handed it to me and 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.

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 then. "Will you kick me if I don't fix it?" He asked, reaching
over to flip the furnace switch on.

"I just want to be nice to you," I said. Now that would make it obvious. If
you only knew how nice, I thought.

"How nice?" He asked, as if reading my mind. The way he looked at me, almost
made me freeze in my track. I could barely open my mouth to answer him.

"How nice do you want me to be?" I asked very quietly, swallowing hard. I
couldn't help saying those things. They just seemed to flow out when he was
near me, as if I couldn't stop myself. He made me feel like it was somehow
okay to tell him what was on my mind.

A huge smile drifted across his face, before he ran his hand up my leg
slightly. As he grinned, he looked back at the furnace as it came on.
Uncontrollably, I quivered 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
heater and read my meter and even drew the lines where the gas lines were
when I had my well dug. 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
that 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 entangled together. I
wanted him more than I could 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 was on my head trying to guide me to
show me what he wanted; but just for a minute more, I wanted to tease him.

Then when I decided he had 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 his 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.

I'd never heard anyone moan the same as he did. It excited me in a way I
hadn't felt before. And as he quivered holding my head to him, I happily
swallowed his juices.

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 back and forth. Then it dove deep inside me at the same time. I
couldn't tell how many fingers were in me but I knew there was more than
one. He filled me tightly. 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, before sucking 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 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 furnace 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 the heater."

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 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 your name is Allison from your bill. I didn't think
to tell you mine."

"Will I get to see you again?" I asked. I hope this wouldn't be just a
one-time thing, because I knew that I would ache for him again.

"There is absolutely no doubt about that. As soon as I can possibly come
back over," Adam said, getting up and redressing himself. He sure looked
better taking it off than putting it back on, I kept thinking.

"Are you going to be alright out there? Maybe you should stay." I knew how
it sounded, but deep down I was afraid for him to be out there in that
weather.

"You just want me to stay," he grinned.

"Yes, I do want you to stay but it's really awful outside. I will be worried
about you if you go out there and drive in that," I said sincerely.

"That's sweet of you. I like that someone is going to worry about me. But I
will be okay. It's my job. I have to," he said, taking out a piece of paper
and writing something on it. "This is the phone number to the truck. You can
call it anytime to check on me." He smiled as he handed me the paper, and I
smiled back.

Standing at the door before he left, he kissed me sweetly, staring down at
me like he really cared about me. I hoped he would be okay out there, and I
hoped I would see him again soon. He could definitely light all my fires
within.

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