Sky Engineer Seduction

Sky installation day—eight AM to six PM window, which meant I was prisoner in my own flat. What I didn't expect was Keeley.

She rang the bell at 4 PM, all curves in a Sky uniform that looked better than it should. Thick, curvy, with her hair in a messy bun and a no-nonsense attitude.

"Broadband and TV, yeah? Shouldn't take long."

She worked for about twenty minutes, efficient and quiet. I tried not to stare at her arse as she bent to check connections.

"Like what you see?"

I'd been caught. "Sorry, I—"

"Don't be." She turned, tools still in hand. "Honestly, it's nice. Most people just ignore me or complain about the wait."

"Their loss."

She smiled properly for the first time. "Installation's done. But I'm ahead of schedule. Got time to... check everything's working properly."

"Thorough."

"I take my job seriously." She set down the tools. "Among other things."

The living room became a different kind of installation zone. She kissed me first, confident, tasting like coffee and mints.

"Been a long day," she admitted. "You're the first person who's looked at me like I'm something other than hired help."

"You're gorgeous."

"Flatterer." But she was unbuttoning her work shirt. Underneath, a red bra that was definitely not standard issue. "Like what you see now?"

"Fucking love it."

I unhooked the bra, watched her heavy tits spill free. Full, natural, with dark nipples that responded immediately to my touch.

"God, yes—been needing this—"

I pushed her down onto my sofa, pulled off her work trousers. Matching red knickers, already damp.

"Predictable," she grinned. "I dress up for good customers."

I pulled them aside, buried my tongue in her. She came fast, moaning, hands in my hair.

"Inside me—need it—"

I freed myself, pushed into her on my sofa. She was tight, hot, and wrapped her legs around me immediately.

"Harder—fuck—yes—"

I fucked her while afternoon light streamed through the window. She came twice more, each time louder than the last.

"Close—where—"

"Inside—on the pill—fill me—"

I came deep, feeling her clench around me. We lay there, panting, her head on my chest.

"Best installation I've ever done," she said eventually.

"Can I rate you five stars?"

"Rate me whatever you want." She kissed me, stood up to dress. "Might need to come back. Quality assurance check."

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow works."

She walked out with her toolbox and my number. The broadband worked perfectly.

But I kept finding reasons for callbacks.