The television is on the blink and the repairman is at the door. I always dress sexily when I have male visitors; short skirt, low top and no knickers. I welcomed him in - he's young , in his early twenties with short blonde hair and a sexy glint in his eye.

I tell him what is wrong with the TV bending over so he can look down my deep cleavage. I let him see that I know what he's doing and smile my approval.

He keeps staring at my breasts as I talk and I can tell he's aroused by the bulge which in his jeans.

He kneels down in front of the TV and as I stand in front of him to pass him his cup of tea he looks up my skirt, exhaling his cigarette smoke across my exposed fanny. He smiles.

I give him a hugh grin in return as he gently lifts my skirt and with probing fingers, parts my lips and licks my clit. I'm wild with excitement now and orgasm immediately.

The ringing of his mobile phone cuts through the air. He explains to his boss that he will be leaving shortly. He shoots me an apologetic smile. I have a feeling that my TV will be breaking down again in the next few days.