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TV “service” man
I removed the story and am reposting it. My computer reverted back to an unedited version when I posted before.
TV “Service” man.
Ah, to be young again…….
I was trained in electronics inn a Technical High School in an older northern city, very religious and Victorian. Read– Prudish, or as I found out later, prudes OUTSIDE the homes.
Me: 5-7, 145, and average in ALL respects. I did have very thick glasses, like the stereotype Japanese man. Other than that, I have been told I am good looking (for a shorter man), muscular like a swimmer, not a weightlifter. With the glasses: nerd; geek. I had a good job in a Military/ Aerospace company, and the Gov’t canceled the contracts in a budget move, as the economy had a minor recession take place. So, being I was fond of eating and owning a car, I took this job repairing and setting up TVs.
New TVs of then (late 1960s) required setting up, which took from 20 to 45 minutes, dependent on how well the customers understood my tutorial on day-to-day adjustments for color, brightness, etc., and more so on the scenery in the house (ahem!). Being the TVs were new, not too much repair. The company was owned by the distributor for 6 counties, and sometimes we had to travel a bit when one of their technicians was on medical leave, or just plain overloaded. We also had a few smaller shops who did not have their own man, so they contracted us for the set ups and warranty service. The management did not require a schedule, so I put my calls in an order to avoid traffic. We were salaried, so when through with the calls, you went home. We called in on the two way radios so the office could phone the customers and advise we were on the way and how long.
My first week was riding with an experienced tech, observing and then doing under his watchful eyes. The other techs were also helpful with hints and kinks to speed up our work. The manager had a “rule book” which was mostly common sense. However, some caught my eye. One was customers dressing very provocatively or nude; home with only a teenage girl; blatant d**g use and such: we were to leave right now. The trucks had two way radios so we could call it in and let our “customer service” people handle it. He said “We have had some bad experiences in the past and that’s all I will say.”
First day, on my own, they sent me to a section of town which, shall we say, was not the high rent district. It turned our to be an operating brothel. The “girls” and manager were nothing to write home about, and moreover, I felt this was some kind of a test for me or an initiation hazing.
I asked what the problem was and she said they bought 3 TVs still in boxes and needed to be set up. I opened the boxes and used my furniture movers to position them in the rooms, and set up each. When finished, I told the manager, and she operated each one and said good job. The she said “We can tip you.” and pointed to the “ladies”. I turned it down. I was a perpetually horny 20 yr old,, but the whole situation had my “little voice saying “Get the F**k out of here” which I did. The guys at the shop asked if I did *it* and I said NO. I got the impression that some of them did try out the furniture, but I did not ask.
The next week, I was sent to do a setup in a part of town which had mansions. It was the high end TV, had a stereo, record changer, remote control (that was a biggie back then), and the largest cabinet (read— heavy). I was greeted by a woman, mid 30s, in a tight sun dress, about 5’, big tits almost spilling out, small tight ass, long straight brunet hair. A one word synopsis “Hot!” A real “trophy bride”.
She showed me to the “TV” room. Luckily for me, the delivery guys put it exactly where she wanted it so I did not have to fight with it. I started setting it up, and she said excuse me, I have to do something, and walked away. As I was finishing up, she walks into the room up to the other side of the TV nude from the waist up, showing off her charms. I looked at her with my mouth open, as this never happened before. And she was built like a porn star. She smiles and says “Am I distracting you?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. A lot.”
Now, I was mentally referring back to the employee manual. It didn’t say anything about nudity AFTER you arrive. Lets see where this goes.
I finished as there was only a little bit to do, and put the papers in front of her to sign. As I walked out from in back of the TV, she signed the paper and saw I was hard. She reached out, fondled and stroked it thru my pants and said “You aren’t so short down there. Lets go güvenilir bahis şirketleri do something about this.” She squeezed it a bit.
I asked if I needed a condom (which I had some concealed in the tool box). She replied “I had an IUD put in, no condom to worry about. Besides, use of one feels like wearing an inner tube.”
She takes my hand and pulls me into her bedroom, which was the size of a three-car garage. As we got to the bed, she gives me a tonsil frisk with her tongue, while undoing my zipper and button, then she took the pants and boxers down to the floor, and she deposited them on a chair next to the bed. I kicked off my loafers near the chair with her clothes. I took her zipper and button and pulled her jeans down, to discover no panties, so she was naked at that point. I took my shirt up over my head and it joined the other clothes on the chair. She was stroking me and I put my fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She said “I want to get on top. My husband won’t let me do so to him. He has to be in charge.”
I nodded yes, and fell back on the bed face and dick up. She climbed up on me and used her hand to locate my dick at her dripped love tunnel entrance. I could feel the heat from her pussy even before she had my dick in her. She slid it in in one move. She was very wet and it went in easy, and her pussy was hot! Her legs were short and very muscular and she worked me up and down, sideways, etc while I played with her tits. Then she stops, clamps down on me and lets out a scream and gushes her love juice all over my dick and lap. Almost immediately, I let go a load into her. She rolled off and we lay there for a little bit, talking. She says her husband travels a lot and she is a bit lonely.
I said “This does not have to be a one time thing, we can do it again.”
She said “You have my phone number on the invoice. Use it. If my husband answers, make like you are trying to sell life insurance. He hates that, so he will hang up.”
I did connect again. I got in the habit when doing a pleasure call (ahem), using my personal car and not a lettered truck, I carried a tool box in.
I was sent to a home in the newer part of the city for a setup. The customer was a woman, about 6 ft, very slim, but had a perky set of tits, long legs, and was wearing what nowadays would be called “Yoga” pants, and a tank top. It was very obvious that she had no bra or panties on. I started working on the TV, and we struck up a conversation. She was asking about the reliability of it. I said that’s the TV I bought for my home. She said “OK. It’s just that sales people like to take advantage of a single woman.” (Was that a hint?).
We had more talk and when I finished, I asked, “Can I take you out sometime?”
She said “Lets cut thru the fog here. I would like you to service me, right here and right now. DO you have time?”
I said “Oh, a subtle hint.” and we both laughed. “Yes, I do have some time.”
She takes my hand and pulled me to her and we did the kissing with tongue wrestling. She fingered my “package” which was getting hard, and I fondled her tits. Now she pulled me into her bedroom and we start removing off each others clothing. She lay on the bed and spread her legs wide. I climb up to her and just started fingering her and start the flow of her love juices. Then I starting kissing my way down past her tits toward her love tunnel. She raised her head and said “What the hell are you doing?” and as my tongue found her clit, “Oh Godddd, whatever, its fantastic.” and she shuddered and a flow came out onto my face.
Her question was now “where did you learn that?”
“I had some training from someone associated with a fertility doctor.”
“Obviously, you passed the course. Now, put it in me.”
I slid up and she grabbed my dick and placed it at the opening. I pushed it in slowly. It was a bit tight, but well lubricated. I did her thru a couple of more orgasms and then I asked if I can cum in her. She said “Yes, I am protected.” I shot into her and she had her arms around me kissing me. She said “I don’t get this very much, because I am taller than most of the men. You don’t seem to mind.”
“Well, love comes in different packages. My last girlfriend was 5-10” This was a polite way of saying “A cunt is a cunt.”
I did date her three times, but other than sex, no music.
A few weeks later, got another call to the section of the city where mansions are the norm. A new TV setup. The customer was a middle age woman (40s), about 5-2, light brown hair. She was proportioned well, and looked in good shape as she was dressed perabet güvenilir mi in a tennis outfit. Muscular legs, tanned, slim waist, short and sassy hair and had a friendly personality.
While doing my job we had some conversation, and when done I showed her how to do the adjusting and such. Then I said “This TV is the top of the line and you and your family will love it.”
“My k**s are married off but if I can get my husband to tear himself away from his business long enough, we may even watch it together. He comes home late, eats goes to bed, and usually falls asleep right away. Sometimes I feel like I am a maid here and
unloved.”
I said “Have you talked this over with him? He may not realize what is happening.”
“You are smart for a younger man.”
“Let me say this, If I had a wife like you, I would not let her feel unloved. I say that as not to infer I am not coming on to you.”
She walks up to me, grabs my hand and says “Come on to me.” and tongue kisses me while “testing” my hardening dick thru my pants. She took me into her bedroom, and turns around and asked me to undo the zipper on her tennis dress. I did so and she let it fall to the floor. I popped the bra catch and she took off my shirt, them pulls down the zipper on my pants. She took it and the boxers down in one move. I kicked off my loafers and we stood there naked admiring each other. I said “Lady, you have a body that some 20 yr old’s would kill for.”
I placed her on the edge of the bed so I could kneel and go down on her. She gave me a questioning look. I said “You have never had oral done to you?”
“I married right out of High School and was a virgin. My husband is the only one who had sex with me.” Then she gets this shit eating grin, and says “Up to now.”
I went down and licked her, then found the clit. She screeched and a flow came out. I did this more and while sucking her clit, I put a finger in her and found the “G” spot. Got a loud screech and a big flow, but not a spray. She said “Damn, that is the best I have ever had. All my husband ever did for sex, is some kissing, fingering, missionary position, cums in 5 to 10 minutes, rolls off and goes to sleep.”
I moved her up and entered her dogie style. Another 2 orgasms from her and then I came.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned up, being I had more calls to do. She gave me a piece of paper with her phone number and said “Call me. We can do this again, right? And this stays between us?”
I kissed her and placed the paper in my wallet. I said “Of course. And I don’t kiss and tell.”
I did go around again with her two more times. Her neighbors got suspicious, even though I carried in a tool box. You see, having an affair is taboo in that prude city; having one with a guy half your age is multiple taboo.
The last time we were together, she said “My sister needs the same service that I did. Can you service her? She looks a lot like me (and held up a picture of them both) and her husband travels way too much in his job.”
“I may be able to help her with her service needs.”
She gave me a hug and placed something in my pocket. I looked at her and she said “Here’s a bit of money. Don’t say no. You are good at it.” Another kiss and I am out the door.
Talk about an ego satisfaction. Being referred……. I did call the sister and we had a couple of flings, then her neighbors got suspicious. I asked for her NOT to pay me.
A month later, the call was for a set up and a swanky apartment complex. The customer was a 5’ girl, short (read: Marcy on Married with c***dren) brunet curly hair, small chest, small tight ass, muscular legs (I am a leg/ass man) and looking like the stereotype of a gymnast. As I mentioned above, I wore coke-bottle stereotype of a Japanese man glasses. (Contacts were not invented yet) She also had on glasses, but they were not near as thick as mine. In conversing with her I saw very fast she was highly educated. Back then sje was what we called “brainy”, either guy or girl. (Me too.) I told her I was in electronic engineering but the defense plant went down with the budget cut, so I am doing this until a better position clicks.
She said she was a gymnast in high school, and that give her a scholarship for college. She pointed to a cabinet with trophies in it. She has a masters in mechanical engineering and works at the big manufacturing company across town. I complemented her on her physical shape. She said she did not date much because being brainy it scared guys away. I quickly said “It doesn’t scare me away. As a matter of fact it would be nice to perabet giriş have someone who is intelligent. I did not date much in school because of these coke-bottles holding up my glasses.”
She smiled, and came over to me and on her toes kissing, she was rubbing her pussy against my upper legs. I was getting hard, and she moved her hand to my dick and grabbed it thru my pants. She said “Do you have time?”
“Yes, its lunch hour and today I will eat at the “Y”.
She laughed really hard and said “I love a sense of humor. The people I work with don’t have one. Very straight.”
She pulled me to her bedroom, and was taking off my clothes, and I did the same to her. She was shaved. Shaving was not the mainstream back then, She noticed me looking, and said “I shave because as a gymnast, a woman’s hair intertwines with the gym leotard and hairs get pulled out as we move. This distracts us when performing. So, even though I don’t compete anymore, I fell more comfortable this way.”
“I see. I grabbed her and kissed with the tongue wrestle. Then kissed my way down. I stopped at her pussy and looked up at her. She put her hands on the back of my head and pushed me toward her wet pussy. I went down on her, licking and playing with the clit. She had a big-time orgasm and wet my face with her love juice. She said, “you are good at this. But if its OK with you, lay on your back and let me ride you…”
I did that. She gets over the top of me, grabs my hard dick and adjusts herself to me, then slides it in in one move. She is now using her leg muscles to work me and her pussy muscles to squeeze my dick. This is as close to heaven as I can get. ALL I have to do is just lay there and stay hard. Of course, and cum.
She had another orgasm. I lasted about 15 minutes and shot all I had into her. I laid there with her for maybe 10 minutes and said “I have to get back to work.”
She kissed me and said “Here’s my number. Call me. We can do this again, right?.
“You can be sure of that.”
Since she was about my age, we actually dated. When it came to the point where we might be getting serious, she and I had a long talk. Although we both liked the sex, and other aspects, like the same music, foods and such, it became evident to me that she and I, both having a dominant personality (strong Capricorns), wanted to be in charge. I asked the question as to who would be the “boss”. Neither she or I would relent so we broke up. Too bad, but I’m lucky that way.
One time I got an actual service call where I had to change the kine-scope (Picture tube to you non-technical people). It was an older section of town and upon entering, there was a couple in their late 60s, and looked it. I started on the task and got the old tube out, and was putting in the new when they both went into another room, and came back in a few minutes later. The woman had on crotch-less panties, a garter belt, and stockings. She had a very small bra on big tits which drooped down a lot. The guy was nude. He said “After you finish, wanna do her while I watch? I’ll pay you.”
I said “Go put on clothes if you want me to finish, and I am not interested.”
They went into the bedroom (I assumed) and got clothes on. They came out and apologized. He did put an extra 20 in my hand after paying for the service call. And said “This is for not telling anybody”
I nodded OK.
About a year later, one of my past co-workers called me and said there was a new start up company in the suburbs and wanted to know if I would be interested. I said “Of course tell me more.” I carried a resume over to him, and was hired next week.
I found a girl I liked and after a while married her. She was OK with sex, and a good one for being a mother. Just after that we bought a home and were at a store buying furniture. The “hot” wealthy woman who was my first to “service” above, was there and as we passed her, she said “Thank you for all your customer service a while back.”
She walked away and wife immediately started in “Who is she? How do you know her? What does she mean by service? Although whatever you did before you met me is none of my business, but I am damn curious…”
I said “She was a customer when I did TV repair. It just took a while for her to understand the controls which an owner must adjust to their personal taste. Although it don’t sound like it, ANY job where you work with or are serving customers, requires a lot of patience. I was patient with them because the set they bought was 3 times my weekly pay.”
“OK, lets go buy some furniture.”
The manufacturing company position worked out. It paid well, and was not much stress. And it did not require driving in city traffic all day. When I first got a car, I loved to drive around. However, a year of driving thru rain, snow and ass-freezing weather, it cured that in me.
However, I did miss some of the “perks” of the TV serving job.
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