Bing Bong!

“Mr Jenkins?” I enquired to the young lady who answered the door. I had expected a short dark Welshman, not the very pretty Asian lady who answered the door in her dressing gown. “I’m Hans from the tech store in Leicester and have come to extend your network cabling.”

“Hello, Hans. My dad told me to expect you. Let me show you where the work needs to be done.”

We went through the hall to a study where a computer sat on the floor with its widescreen LCD monitor sitting on a desk alongside a ZyXEL router with its LEDs flashing. “We prefer to have proper wired connections, wireless seems to be too slow and unreliable.”

“Where do you need the connections to?”

“One to the TV in the lounge on the other side of this wall and the other to mum and dad’s bedroom immediately above where dad has installed a five port switch which also has a wireless port. Plus my bedroom next door to that. There are four network sockets on the back of the ‘internet box’ so there should be enough connections.”

“Should be perfect. Show me the other ends.”

“Would you like a coffee while I show you?”

“Yes please, white with four sugars.”

“Four?”

“I have to get my strength from somewhere.”

She led me out of the study through to the kitchen where she made two coffees. “My name is Pamela, by the way, usually shortened to Pam.”

“As I said when you answered the door. I’m Hans.”

We took the coffees through to the lounge which was conveniently on the other side of the wall to the study. Even more convenient, the TV had its back to the study wall. Pam knelt beside it. “We thought that if you drill through the wall, you could fix a socket about here.”

I knelt beside her. “Yup, that sounds easy.”

Pam stood up, not realising that I was kneeling on her dressing gown cord. As she stood, the bow holding it closed unfastened. The dressing gown opened revealing that it wasn’t covering any night clothes.

“Eeek! Sorry. When the door bell rang, I was still asleep naked in bed. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, why should I be offended by a very pretty girl standing half naked in front of me?” Looking straight ahead, her pussy was only a few inches from my eyes. Pam had trimmed it so that it was shaped like an arrow pointing down to a very tidy slit beneath it. “I’ll go out to the car and get my tools while you dress.”

“I’m not shy, in fact in the heat of summer, both mum and I tend to walk around naked all day. She was brought up in Malaysia and worked as a housekeeper and courtesan until she married dad. Her duties were to cook for; clean up after and fuck anybody that his employer sent out to Singapore. I was brought up to believe that there is nothing wrong to display and share my body to strangers. Do you really want me to dress?”

“Just don’t blame me if you distract me and I drill a hole where it’s not wanted.”

“Take me upstairs and show me where sockets are needed.”

“O.K. but no touching – yet.”

Pam climbed the stairs in font of me with her bare legs. Although she’d wrapped the gown back round her alluring body I could see far enough up her legs to were they joined and her delicious slit jiggled before me. Obviously, she was as turned on as I was because it glistened with wetness.

At the top of the stairs she doubled back to a bedroom that was immediately above the study. This is mum and dad’s room. If the cable comes up beside the door where the little TV is, they’ll be able to watch porn when they’re in bed. So, if dad’s little internet box is over here, He’ll be content. I assumed that what she referred to a little internet box was his five port switch that he’d bought in the shop a week ago.

“Where’s your bedroom, Pam?”

“That’s what all the guys say. It’s over here.”

Pam led me to the next room. “It’s embarrassing having my room next to my parents. I have to keep fairly quiet when I have orgasms so close to mum and dad. As you can see, my bed is not against their wall otherwise is one of my boyfriends is humping me, the bedhead bangs against the wall.”

She unknotted the dressing gown, took it off and laid it on the bed.

“What lovely breasts!”

“Yes, I’m very proud of them. 32C and my nipples are extremely sensitive.”

“How long is this going job going to take you?”

“Probably all day.”

“ ... and how much is it going to cost us?

“I charge £300 per day.”

“Dad’s given me ten fivers for you. He said ‘If this isn’t enough ... Fuck him!’ I assumed he meant that it was his limit but knowing dad’s morals, probably not.”

“I never charge for my conjugal services.”

“Well, you’re a good looking feller and I wouldn’t object if that was not what he meant.” She winked as she said it.

It seemed as though I might be in for a chance of a shag if I played my cards right with his beautiful young girl which made me ask myself “Is she legal yet?”

“How old are you, Pamela?”

“I’ll be eighteen, next month.”

So my answer was “not yet.”

“But I’ve been sexually active for three years already ... and Mum took me to see the new doctor, Helen Partridge who agreed to put me on the pill just in case. It’s so much better than using a Dutch cap. At least my cunt doesn’t taste of spermicidal jelly when boys go down on me. How old are you, Hans?”