Ten to Six

TEN TO SIX

The doorbell rang for the third time before Fran Shannon could make it up the stairs. She had been busy in the basement trying to figure out what to do with all of the water. She glanced at the clock in the hall as she hurriedly walked to the door. “Coming.” She hollered. “It must finally be the damn electrician.” She mumbled to herself as she approached the front door.
“Yes, could I help you?” She asked, opening the door, leaving the chain in place.
“Gordo’s electric, mam.” The man answered, smiling. He was carrying a large workman’s bag.
“It’s about time, what took you so long?” She didn’t wait for an answer; she shut the door, unlatched the chain, and then reopened the door.
“The storm caught a lot of folks, got here as quick as I could.” The man was about thirty or so and ruggedly handsome. His smile quickly turned to a frown as he thought he was about to be verbally assaulted once again this morning. He had been out since about six-thirty and was getting tired of the pissed off people he kept running into. It was like everyone blamed him for the storm.
“Sorry, it’s just been so damn hectic this morning. No lights and the damn basement’s about half full of water.” Fran said, turning and walking back down the hall, the repairman following closely behind her. “All of this stuff happens when Harvey’s out of town, he’s sitting in some nice warm hotel somewhere while I have to put up with the shit.”
“Where do I find your electrical box, Mrs. Shannon?” The man asked, checking out the young woman’s nice backside as he followed her. She was built like the proverbial brick shithouse. With all of the commotion of the morning, she hadn’t bothered putting on many clothes, just an old pair of satin running shorts and one of her husbands old dress shirts. From the jiggle of her ass he could tell she wasn’t wearing anything under the running shorts. He shook his head slowly as he walked behind her.
“The breaker box is on the back porch.” She said, pointing down the hall that lead to the kitchen. He turned and walked through the kitchen and onto the closed in back porch. As soon as he flipped open the metal door he knew this was going to be a major undertaking. Inside the box was fried. From the looks of the panel box he was amazed there was even a house still standing. He set his toolbox down and retraced his steps back from where he came, instead of turning back toward the front door; he turned the other direction and went down the stairs to the basement.
“Mrs. Shannon, it doesn’t look good.” He said as he got about half way down the steps. Fran was standing at the bottom of the stairs looking bewilderingly at the three inches of water on the basement floor. He was a couple of steps above her and could see down the front of the shirt she was wearing. Her not to large breasts were clearly visible to him. He could clearly see the beginnings of her areola.
“Oh what is it now?” She moaned, almost in tears. It was at that moment a low slowly building rumble of thunder begin to build outside. Another storm was on its way. The man knew he wouldn’t have time to fix anything before it got to them.
“Your electrical box is fried, not going to be able to do much until the storm passes.” He stared at Fran’s lightly covered ass as he spoke. He could feel his cock begin to stir. The only light in the basement was from the three windows that were located straight across from where they were standing. The light was slowly growing dimmer as the new storm moved in.
“That’s great,” she murmured. “Harvey god-damnit why the hell aren’t you here when your suppose to be.” She turned around to the repairman; her eyes were just about at crotch level. The first thing she saw was the outline of the bulge in his jeans. Fran suddenly was aware of what she was wearing. Her stomach suddenly was uneasy. She had already told this man her husband was out of town and she was in the house alone. She glanced up at the man, his dark brown eyes were smoldering he made no pretense of looking away from her breasts; she could feel her hard nipples poking at the material of the shirt.
“So how long before you will be able to fix the breaker box?” She wondered if the man would be able to here the nervousness in her voice.
“It’ll be after the storm passes.” The man made no move to turn and go up the stairs. A slow smile swept across his face. He knew she had seen the outline of his hard cock. What he couldn’t tell was if she was interested or not. Maybe he should show her the hard thick piece of meat he was carrying? Most women seemed intrigued by the size of his manhood maybe she would be too.
Fran’s stomach churned, she knew if this guy was some sort of sex fiend she was trapped and couldn’t go anywhere. How stupid she had been. From the look in his eyes she knew if she didn’t handle things just right he would think she had given him a signal to go ahead, then what would she do? “Well then, I guess you will just have to………” Her eyes once again dropped to the large bulge in the front of his jeans. The thing seemed too big to be real. “Come back.”
“Yea, I guess so.” The man said, but didn’t make a move to leave. His smile grew bigger. “So lady, do you want to see it?” His smile turned to a leer.
“What?” Fran stared up at the man. “How dare you.” She tried to sound indignant, she wondered if she did. She could feel her nipples grow harder. She knew he could see the hard buds poking into her shirt.
“Hey, just asking, most women like to at least look at it, never been around one yet that has seen anything quite like it.”
“I think you had better leave.” She said the words, but there wasn’t a lot of conviction behind them. It was at that moment a large clap of thunder startled her. Instinctively she stepped back and lost her footing on the step. “Ooooohhhhhhhhh, she flailed her arms wildly trying to regain her balance to no avail. A moment later she was sitting in the cold water that covered her basement floor. “Shit.” She yelled, and then once again looked up at the man. The oncoming storm was making the basement darker by the moment. She could still see his leering grin.
As she stood back up she noticed his glance travel down her body. When she had fallen, the water had splashed up on her shirt, soaking her. The material clung tightly to her breasts. She knew he could clearly see her hard nipples, now even harder with the cold water on them. She shivered.
“Just take a look, if you aren’t interested I’ll leave.” He said, reaching for his belt. Fran said nothing she just stared at the man, her heart pounding at a thundering pace. He unsnapped his jeans, then pulled the zipper down. Tugging forward he released his huge thick cock. Fran tried not to look, but her curiosity got the best of her. Her jaw dropped when she saw the size of it. It was fully bigger around than her wrist and seemed to be at least a foot long. Her eyes remained riveted to the huge tool.
He stepped forward, down one of the remaining three steps, his cock bounced at eye level in front of Fran. She was speechless she couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t look away from the massive piece of meat either. The man held it at the base and shook it lightly at her. The size of his monstrous manhood made it impossible for it to stand anywhere near straight out. With him holding it though, Fran could see the huge purple head very well, the slit across the head glistened with pre cum.
“Well what do you think, baby, ever seen anything like it?” He said proudly, leaning forward just a bit.