
It's a cold Oklahoma day and this overworked lineman slowly works through the 
neighborhood.  It's starting to get dark and he's considering going home for the night, well, 
actually for the first time in 23 hours.  He wipes his eyes against the back of his rough leather 
glove just as he notices the lady walking toward him.  She is quite beautiful, about 5'11" with 
long legs.  She appears to be well off, judging by the elegant fur coat she grasps tightly to her to 
ward of the bitter cold.  "Evening," he calls down to her from his basket up by the pole. 

"Hello," she calls out cheerfully.  "We gonna get power back tonight?"  He glances down the 
darkened street back the direction she had come from.  "I'm afraid not Ma'am.  In fact, this is 
the last pole tonight," he states tiredly.  Her small pout doesn't escape his notice as he turns 
back to make his final connection.  "Please, Mister?  Just one more, my house is right next to it.  
I've been without power for two days and with no one else in the house I am sooooo bored!" 
she begs to him quite effectively.  "Lady, I haven't slept in a day and a half.  I am quite sure 
we'll be back tomorrow to finish up," he states as honestly as he can.  "Oh you poor thing.  I'll 
tell you what; get my power on and I'll feed you, bathe you, and give you a place to sleep.  
Then you can have more rest time without having to drive home and back!" she says excitedly.

The hydraulic whine of the basket descending fills the air and he raises his voice to be heard.  
"It's a tempting offer Ma'am but it wouldn't be very gentlemanly to take advantage of your 
situation or your hospitality."  The whine stops abruptly as he reaches the bottom.  Looking up 
expecting to see more pouting lip, he states, "sweet Jesus!"

Before him stands Laurel, coat open to show her entire nakedness except for the arms, and a 
pair of sheer black thigh highs.  Her nipples, like rocks in the cold air, stand proudly upon her 
firm luscious breasts.  Her womanhood, stands neatly framed by the swell of her hips and the 
sexy stockings.  "Who said I didn't want to be taken advantage of?" she asks in a low sultry 
voice.  "Get my power on Mister, and I will take care of your needs in return." With that she 
turns and walks home. 

Entering the house she throws her fur across the divan and slips on her sheer black nightgown.  
The fireplace has kept it moderately comfortable, thank god, and she marvels at the luck of 
installing the gas stove the year before.  She turns on the kettle to boil and picking up a candle, 
makes her way through the darkened house to draw a bath.  She adds some lavender bath oil, 
causing the water to foam and bubble.  She shuts the water off and breathes deeply in the 
steamy perfumed air.  She stands and walks toward the kitchen to catch the whistling kettle, 
when suddenly the lights flare to life.  Laurel smiles to herself and quickly walks over to shut  
"Jeopardy" off the revived Television. 

She pours a hot chocolate for each of them and walking to the door, opens it just as he was 
about to knock.  She hands him his cocoa.  "Close it behind you," she says over her shoulder as 
she turns and starts for the bath.  David quickly shuts the door as he follows this lovely lady 
through her house. 

She sweeps into the large bathroom with him close behind and setting her drink down, lets the 
silk nightgown drop to the floor.  David stops cold just inside the door.  She is even more 
stunning up close and personal.  She places a foot on the small chair before the mirror, rolling 
her stockings down one at a time.  "If you wish to join me …uh …" "David," he yells out.  
"David… then you better strip," she teases, grinning wickedly. 

David starts peeling the layers off in record time as she demurely pins her hair up.  She settles 
into the hot steamy water and lays back gasping at the cool porcelain.  She offers a hand to him 
as he gingerly steps into the over sized tub.  Spreading her legs she guides him to sit before her 
and pulls him back into her.  Laurel brings the washcloth and soap around and begins to scrub 
his well defined chest.  Closing his eyes, David luxuriates in her caresses.  She washes him quit 
thoroughly before beginning to knead his tired and sore muscles.  He closes his eyes and his 
head falls to the side that feels the best, rasping on the soft skin of her hand.  "Oh!" she exclaims 
as she jerks her hand away from his stubble.  "We shall have to fix that," she says grinning 
wickedly.

Standing slightly, Laurel maneuvers around to get in front of him.  She settles down with her legs 
to either side of his facing him.  Her delicious seam rests along his shaft as she settles down 
upon it.  David groans, leaning his head back, desperately wanting to shift his aching member up 
and into her tightness.

She squirts a bit of shaving gel upon her hand and rubs it into his two day old beard, completely 
coating it.  She begins to ever so slightly slide herself along his manhood.  She whips out the 
razor and begins to carve smooth swaths through the foamy cream.  David struggles to maintain 
his composure as he feel her sex open to either side of his shaft.  He gasps as he feels her slide 
up along the sensitive underside of the tip, a slight sting as the razor pricks a tiny cut on his chin.  
"Be still," she warns wickedly, even as she increases the length of her slide, careful to control 
the sway of the water in the tub.  She cups her hands to rinse his skin as she finishes.  "Perfect!" 
she judges, "and now for the test."

Reaching over, Laurel lifts her mug, bringing it into the tub.  She cups her breast and slowly 
pours just a bit onto her right nipple.  She reaches forward and pulls his head to her.  Opening 
his mouth, he suckles her in and she gasps at the difference between his tugging mouth and the 
smoothness of his cheek.  She pours a dab onto the left nipple before setting the cocoa down.  
Reaching behind, she grabs his shaft and positions it, before sinking slowly down its length.  
David teases her nipples and Laurel begins to slide up and down his cock.  The water draws 
away and crashes back against them as she first rises, then falls upon him.  It matches the 
rhythm, getting more and more violent with each repetition.  Lacing her fingers within his hair, 
Laurel pulls him tight as she lays back her head and relishes the feel of a man within her.  Her 
breath comes in tiny gasps of air, as she loses herself in the steamy air of lovemaking.

David desperately fights his oncoming pleasure as he seeks to torment her luscious breasts.  He 
loses control, and as his seed races up his shaft, he nips a little too hard on her tit.  The 
combination of the shock to her breast and the swelling of his shaft send her over and she 
moans, impaling herself as deep as she can on his manhood.  The water gushes over the side of 
the tub but neither notices as the fires within them dance and swirl to become one.
