Last summer, I received a request from an apartment manager to repair an air conditioner. Under the blazing sun and intense heat, I set out for the job, harboring a faint hope that this routine task might turn into something unexpected.
When I rang the doorbell, a young woman in her early twenties, exuding an air of purity, answered. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant white blouse and skirt. A light sheen of sweat on her forehead made her look like a living painting.
“Hello, I’m here to repair the air conditioner,” I greeted her. She responded with a gentle smile, “Please, come in,” and quietly led me inside. The room was sweltering due to the broken air conditioner. The heavy, humid air seemed to be softened by her cool fragrance. Despite being captivated by her pure charm, I maintained my professional demeanor and began the repair work.
To check the outdoor unit, I stepped out onto the balcony and noticed her laundry hanging there. The simple, clean clothes harmonized with her elegance, giving me a fleeting glimpse into her private world.
As I worked on the repair, I discovered that the problem was with the outdoor unit. I called her over to explain, “The issue is with this part of the unit…” She leaned in, listening intently, and nodded. In that moment, the collar of her blouse parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her soft skin, but I quickly averted my gaze.
“Sorry about that,” I apologized profusely, explaining that I didn’t have the necessary parts to complete the repair right away. She expressed her gratitude with a kind smile, “Thank you so much. It’s been really tough dealing with this heat.” Her gentle smile eased the tension in my heart. I finished the temporary repair quickly and promised to return in two days with the necessary parts.
When I returned two days later, she greeted me in a cool summer dress. She again expressed her gratitude, “Thank you so much for the temporary fix the other day. It was unbearable during the day.” Since the job only involved a parts replacement, I finished in about an hour. She offered me a cup of coffee, which she had made with great care.
I usually decline such offers, but this time I accepted, feeling her warm hospitality. As we talked, I found myself increasingly drawn to her pure charm. Noticing my gaze, she said, “You seem a bit nervous,” with a smile.
Her words put me at ease, and as I tried to apologize again, she gently said, “You don’t need to be so formal.” Her slightly embarrassed smile further relaxed me.
In that moment, I felt a deep connection with her calm demeanor and warm kindness. As we continued talking, I felt the distance between us gradually closing.
A few days later, I received another call saying the air conditioner was acting up again. With a mix of expectation and excitement, I knocked on her door. She greeted me once more in a cool outfit and apologized, “I’m sorry, but it’s not working well again.”
As we sat together in front of the air conditioner, she whispered in my ear, “Were you hoping for more of what happened last time?” Her words surprised me, but also ignited a sense of anticipation. She took my hand and led me to the bed, saying, “Let’s talk more today,” with a gentle smile.
When her hand touched my chest, my heart rate quickened, and I felt my body temperature rise. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt while holding my gaze, her eyes filled with an undeniable desire.
“You’ve been watching me, haven’t you?” Her voice was low and seductive. Without responding, I pulled her close and kissed her. Her lips were soft and hot, erasing any remnants of my self-control.
When her hand touched my pants, my body reacted instantly. She skillfully undid my belt and slid down my pants, reaching for my hardened desire. Her eyes sparkled, and I felt the flames of her desire rise.
“You’re so…” Her voice was sweet and tempting. I took off her blouse, kissing her small, beautiful breasts. Her body responded sensitively, her sweet moans echoing throughout the room.
Lifting her skirt, I revealed her simple, clean underwear, which matched her elegance perfectly. Slowly removing them, her most intimate part was unveiled.
She pulled my face close, whispering, “I want to feel all of you.” I caressed her body, her voice growing sweeter with each touch. Her body grew hotter in my hands, fueling my desire even more.
“You’re amazing…” Her voice was broken with desire. I gently pushed her down and kissed her most intimate part. Her body trembled, and her sweet voice grew louder.