It was a blazing hot day in Orlando and at Franklin Air, the phones had been ringing off the hook. The boss had called Eileen and practically begged her to come in on her day off and she’d agreed. She was now beginning to regret her decision when the phone rang for the hundredth time in the ten minutes she’d been there.
"Franklin Air…how can I help you?" answered Eileen as she thought, ‘As if I didn’t already know.’
"Who the hell am I talking to?" came the angry voice.
"Eileen Kerr. What’s your problem, sir?" answered Eileen trying to be polite.
"I’ve called four times this morning and I keep getting the run-around. I’m leaving town tonight and my air conditioning is out. I can’t leave until it’s fixed."
"Well, Mr…."
"Dorough."
Eileen’s heart soared and her mind raced. She’d known he was a customer
but had never had the opportunity to deal with him. Mr. Franklin had always
handled it personally. Now was her chance. "Well, Mr. Dorough, I’m not
sure who you spoke with this morning but our servicemen are quite busy and are
trying to handle the calls in the order they’re received, giving priority to
the emergencies. I’m sure someone will be there soon."
"That’s what I’ve been told but I have to…"
"Tell you what. If someone isn’t there in half an hour, give me a call back and I’ll let Mr. Franklin know personally."
"Where is Tom anyway? He usually handles this himself."
"He’s out making service calls since we’re so busy."
"Oh," was all Howie could say. "I appreciate your help, Eileen."
"No problem, Mr. Dorough."
With that, the two hung up and Eileen squealed with delight. Then she checked on the where-abouts of the servicemen. One was headed to Howie’s place at the moment. Realizing that Howie wouldn’t be calling back, Eileen knew she had to do something to ensure that she spoke to him again. That’s when she started cooking up her plan.
At four on the dot, Eileen locked up and headed home in a rush. She remembered Howie saying that he was leaving town that night and she was afraid she’d miss him.
At home, Eileen suddenly became nervous as she put on the sexiest little lingerie she could find. A light lavender silk bra and panty set with black, lace trim. She wore a long, black trench coat and black thigh-high stockings and black pumps. Of course, she totally primped up and put on her favorite vanilla scent, sure to knock his socks off. "Here I come, Howie," thought Eileen out loud as she looked at herself in the mirror. "You’d better be ready for this service call."
Being the Backstreet fan that she was, Eileen knew exactly where Howie lived. Having his file at work helped too. She pulled up to his condo half an hour later and got out. Looking around, she didn’t see any other cars save Howie’s purple corvette. ‘Good, they’ve left already,’ she thought as she made her way to the door.
At the door, she froze. What the hell am I doing? She couldn’t believe she was doing this. What would he think? What if he calls the cops thinking I’m some crazed fan? She rang the doorbell. Oh god! She thought as she waited.
Eileen was getting ready to leave when the door opened. There he stood, fresh from a shower, his hair curling sexily around his ears and a towel draped around his neck.
"Yes?"
"Uh….Mr. Dorough?"
"Yes."
"I’m Eileen…from Franklin Air. I just…uh…wanted to make sure that our service man came out to fix your air conditioning."
Howie grinned, "Dressed in a trench coat and black pumps. I DEFINITELY like THIS service call. Come in."
Eileen followed Howie into the foyer and as he closed the door behind her, she looked around. Okay, she thought, here I am in Howie Dorough’s condo. She felt a pair of very strong hands begin to rub her shoulders. He had started to remove her jacket from her shoulders, exposing her lavender straps to her bra. She could hear his approval under his breath. He continued to rub her neck and shoulders as he felt him move closer and could feel his breath on her neck and his pecs touching her shoulder blades. He dropped the jacket down to the ground, exposing her lavender thong and round soft, buttocks. She heard his approval again and she slowly stepped out of the jacket. Turning to face him, her began to smooth her hands all over his chest down to his trim stomach. She ran her hands up over his shoulders knocking the towel off to the floor. Wow, what a body, she thought. She ran her hands along the inside of his jeans which were slightly loose, teasing him a little. He looked at her with a longing she hadn’t known before.
Just then Howie took Eileen’s face within the palms of his hands and kissed her so passionately that she almost melted to the floor. "Mmm," he moaned.
Howie slowly walked her to his bedroom where he had a king sized bed, kissing her the whole way. With his back to the bed and hers to the door, a strong urge came over Eileen. She pushed him hard onto the bed and she climbed on top of him. She was now standing above, looking down at him. She began to strip for him by kicking off the heels gently and slowly rolling down the thigh high stockings and running them up and down his neck and upper body. She then proceeded to unhook her bra and toss it on the side of the bed. Howie immediately pulled her down on top of him to kiss her breasts. He grabbed her nipples in his mouth, lightly biting them, sucking on them. She loved his mouth on her tits. She moved her hands and face down to his waist and began unfastening his jeans, pulling them off revealing to her that it was all he was wearing. She looked up at him to see him smiling. God, he has an amazing smile and perfect teeth.
Eileen looked down as she removed his jeans to find a beautiful, hard cock. Wow, she thought. She took it into her mouth and caressed it slowly. She was sucking and pulling on his cock in her mouth. He sighed as she began to taste his wetness. She could tell that he was enjoying this nice surprise, and so was she. She was lost in pleasing him and she wanted him so badly. As if he could read her mind, Howie flipped Eileen over, moving to be between her legs. He started to tease her with his tongue, running it between my lower lips and her quivering thighs and nipping at her skin. She was extremely aroused now. After what seemed to be 30 seconds, Eileen had had enough. She just wanted him too damn bad. She begged, "Just give it to me, will you?"
"Oh, you want me, huh?" Howie teased.
"Yes," she moaned. "Please, Howie…give it to me!" She realized she was yelling. Howie began to penetrate her and she could feel him sliding his long, hard, juicy stick into her. It felt so good and so wet. I needed this, she thought. He kept going in and out, faster and faster and she began to cum. She started moaning and calling out to him as she was getting off. She felt him get harder inside her and he began to cum too, making Eileen even more excited. He cried out in ecstasy and she looked up to see the little smile on his face with his eyes closed. After they had both cum, they were so exhausted from being so aroused that they just lay there, with him on top of her body, their sweat mixing together as well as their juices. There was no movement, only the sound of their heavy breathing.
After a minute, Howie looked at Eileen and smiled. Curious, she asked what he thought of her ‘service call’. He politely replied, "This customer is definitely satisfied.
