The Cable Guy – Part 1

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What a week! It seems like all I have heard from him is how the Internet isn’t working and the cable keeps going out. I’d like to take all the electronics in this house and set them on fire! If I thought for a minute that would bring his attention to me, I would do it. No such luck. He would just buy new items that require his constant attention. I never thought I would be in this situation. We used to be so happy. I mean, I married my high school sweetheart and expected it to be like that forever. Now it doesn’t even seem like I exist in this house. He is too into his electronics and TV shows to see me. Thing is, I work hard to keep my body looking nice and at 45 I can say I feel more like I’m 29. Why doesn’t he notice how much I work to look good? Here I am running around the house in a sundress that is so short it would turn any guy’s eye and he hasn’t even glanced at me all morning. I’ve even made a spectacle of myself by prancing around in front of him. The bodice of my sundress is very revealing and my cleavage on my 36D breasts look so good in it. I grab the duster and begin cleaning the living room as he sits on his computer trying to figure out the issue with the connection. I am leaning over so he can see right down between my breasts and then turning so he can see how inappropriately short this sun dress is and NOTHING! If I lean down to touch the coffee table, I know my panties start to show, but nope, not even a glance in my direction. Right then I hear the doorbell şişli escort ring.  As he is yelling about who it is, I bounce up and head for the door. Opening the door I freeze in place as my eyes are set on you, the most amazing looking 20 something standing in front of me. Wow! Dark hair, light eyes, t-shirt showing me the curves of your muscles. Suddenly, I don’t mind the cable issues at all. Your eyes light up, nothing as foolish or innocent as going wide and it looks like you’re enjoying what you are seeing too. There are telltale signs that I am an older woman, possibly twice your age, but your facial expression says you really don’t mind. A smirk comes across your face as you run your eyes over me and I noticed. It was obvious you weren’t hiding it. “Hello mam, you had a problem with the cable?” you ask, although you must know the answer to the question by my husband calling from the other room. We both ignore him and just stare for a moment. I shake my head and come to my senses. “Yes, please come in,” I say. You step forward as I stand to the side allowing you to move past me. Your body is close to me and you tower over my small frame as you look down at me. I can feel your eyes drinking me in and without even looking around you say, “You have a lovely home”. Breathlessly I answer, “Thank you.” I can feel my heart beating in my chest. You have given me more attention in 2 minutes that I have had in weeks! So tall, and young! I admonish myself for my mecidiyeköy escort errant thoughts of the man standing in front of me. Besides my being married, you are much too young for me to be thinking this way. You smell so good though and you are not disguising your perusal of me. I am only 5’4” tall having to look up at you as you step in the door at my request. Taking your time, I can feel your eyes take it all in and suddenly I am so happy to have on a dress that shows my cleavage just the way I like. I can’t deny that I am enjoying the attention and even sway in my dress as you enter. Looking up I can see a slight grin come across your face as I step into the foyer. I have long red hair, green eyes and as I said, for my age I have a fit and tone body that I work very hard to keep in shape. Even with heels on I barely meet your shoulder. I smile brightly at the positive effect I seem to have on you. This is just what I needed after being ignored for so long. It reminds me that there are men out there who appreciate a woman who takes care of herself. “Is that him? Bring him in here!” my husband shouts from the other room. I can hear him calling so looking over my shoulder I ask you to follow me into the living room. I can feel the extra bounce in my step knowing you are behind me watching as I walk.  We reach the living room and there sits my husband ready to pounce. He has been fuming about this cable all week and I feel so embarrassed that you will have to listen to the ranting as my husband unloads. He doesn’t move to get off the sofa when we walk in. “What a lazy ass!” I think to myself. Then I hear the deep voice behind me and turn as you say, “Hello sir, don’t get up, I will have you all ready to go in no time.” You are speaking to my husband, but looking directly at me the entire time. My husband, in his most annoyed voice says, “Hurry up! The game is starting soon and l…” blah blah he goes on and on and you don’t give him a second glance as you move over beside the TV allowing him to continue his rant as you assess the situation. I see you fighting back a grin and then looking over at me. “How long has this been a problem?” you say, ignoring my husband and directing the question to me. “Um, all week,” I say quietly as my husband rattles on in the background, “and he hasn’t stopped complaining since it started.” I giggle, then go on, “Do you know how to fix it?” I give you a big smile as you start speaking what is equivalent to a foreign language to me. I don’t typically get involved in such things, but it would take a major act to pry me out of this room right now. So I nod my head and let you tell me all of the technical ways you will fix the cable all the while not understanding a thing you have to say. My eyes begin to wander over your body and I am daydreaming about all of the ways I’d like to distract you from your work. I think you’ve noticed that I am not catching on to what you’re saying. Suddenly in a little stronger tone you say, “Ma’m? I think your husband is talking to you now.” Shaking my head and feeling quite embarrassed, I turn to him asking him to repeat what he said.

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