He just wanted to fix the Wi-Fi… I lost my head (and my clothes)
It all started quite innocently. I had a problem with my Wi-Fi and needed help. Actually… I also needed a bit of excitement. And attention. Ever since I got back to being single, the evenings were too quiet. So I logged into localmilfs.com — out of pure curiosity. Or maybe a little bit of hunger too.
That’s where Jake wrote to me. By profession, an IT guy, and by looks — a disturbingly sexy guy in a hoodie with a gaze that promised sinful distractions.
He offered to “take a look at my Wi-Fi.” A joke, but it came out naturally. I gave him the address. An hour later, he was at my door.
I opened it wearing a tight T-shirt and panties — pretending it was a coincidence. He just smiled.
-You have a weak signal, - he said, walking past me to the living room.
- Maybe we just need to find a better position? - I tossed out with a slight smile, sitting on the couch, crossing my legs.
Jake knelt by the router, and I couldn’t take my eyes off how his shoulders worked under the thin shirt. His hands were made for sin — long fingers, strong, confident movements. I felt a shiver.
- I think something is blocking your band… - he muttered.
- Or maybe something needs to be unlocked, - I answered, slowly standing up and standing behind him.
He turned, looked me in the eyes. That was enough.
I moved closer, touching his neck with my hand, then traced my fingertip along his jawline. Jake grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. Our lips met fiercely, as if the tension had been hanging between us since the first click on localmilfs.com.
He grabbed my thighs and lifted me effortlessly, sitting me on the table. My T-shirt quickly found its way to the floor, and Jake’s tongue slid over my neck, neckline, down to my chest. My nipples hardened under his touch, and I couldn’t think about anything else.
He slid his hand between my thighs, feeling how ready I already was.
- No words. I know what you need, - he whispered.
Moments later, he entered me forcefully, and I collapsed onto the table, holding the edge as his hips slammed into me rhythmically and hard, as if he wanted to erase all my previous memories.
He was assertive, dominant, yet he read my body as if he had always known it. Every thrust made me fly higher.
When I trembled with pleasure, he didn’t slow down. Quite the opposite. He pushed me to the edge again and again — until I completely lost control. I screamed his name, caring only about what was happening here and now.
Finally, he trembled, pressing me tightly to him, breathing heavily into my ear.
Silence fell. I lay on the table, completely naked, flushed, with a smile on my face.
Jake looked at me with that half-smile of his.
- The Wi-Fi works perfectly, - he said, putting his shirt back on.
-But I think we’ll need to do maintenance more often… - I replied, licking the taste from my lips.
He just nodded.
- Service contract? Only with you.