bow chica wow-wow …
I had the perfect Porno Moment the other day. I was flitting around the house butt naked as usual when the doorbell rang and I remembered that the SBC repairman was coming over. Naturally, I was downstairs at the time and ALL of my clothing was upstairs. I bolted up the stairs with the delicate step of a herd of elephants and grabbed a man-sized tee shirt that I swear used to reach halfway down my thighs. After pole-vaulting back down the stairs, I flung open the door expecting the usual three-toothed, beer-bellied, butt-cracked, blue collar repair-person. My jaw alluringly dropped to my chest of its own accord when instead I was confronted by the sight of this absolutely *gorgeous* guy. He was tall, nicely muscled, had a thick glossy ponytail that reached halfway down his back, pretty face, and fabulous smile. In the back of my mind cheesy 70s porno music started up and it was all I could do to squeak out a high-pitched “Hiiiiii” rather than something along the lines of “So, you’re here to put your jack into my socket?”. Halfway across the living room I realised that said long tee shirt wasn’t near as long as I remember it being. It’s at times like this that prayer comes into play for us non-religious types. I began to pray fervently that he would not ask me to show him the upstairs phone jacks because there was no way in hell I was going to be able to walk up the stairs in front of him in the evil traitorous tee shirt. Chattering inanely, I ushered him into the dining area and then brilliantly blurted out “I really must run and change, I was naked when you rang the doorbell and … uh… well … um … anyway … be right back” at which point I flew red-faced out of the room.
For some reason, he wasn’t able to complete my repairs that day and he came back this evening to finish the job. Personally, I “finished the job” right after he left.
Current Mood: 
flirty