Introduction:

It was a hot humid day in August. The rain had started sometime during the night and knocked out the power. I woke drenched in sweat, stumbling around the house searching for a flashlight. I hate living in the south in the summer and Georgia was extremely brutal this time of year especially without air conditioning. I made a call to Georgia Power and got the usual dead computer voice, ... crew is in the area blah, blah, blah ... your power should be restored by 8 PM!!

Fuck me, I thought. No power for the whole freakin day! I’m going to die ... I threw on my bikini and went out back to the pool to cool off taking some warm ice tea with me. As hot as it was, the water still felt cold and my nipples were showing it. I pulled myself out and lounged on the chair enjoying the sweet aroma of honeysuckle on the light summer breeze.

“Hello!” a voice called out. It was coming from the front screen door. I walked through the house, dripping water as I went. “Can I help you hun?” I said. I noticed my nipples were still hard as rocks and the gentleman at the door seemed to notice too because he couldn’t keep his eyes off them.

“Excuse me ma’am, we are workin’ in the area an I was wonderin’ if you would mind if I used your phone?” He held up his ID as he spoke ... power company.

“Sure,” I said and let him in. He was tall and kinda cute. His accent was different ... not from around here. “What happened to your phone, hun?” I asked because nobody nowadays goes without a cell.

“I dropped it from the bucket” he pulled it from his pocket, the screen was smashed but you could still see a bit of the screen saver ... naked heavy woman with black hair.

“Nice picture,” I said with a smile.

His face flushed around the cheeks...”my girlfriend,” he said.

“I’m surprised your woman let’s you put that on there like that ... don’t think I’d want my goods out there on display but to each his own they say.” He ran his hand through his hair, seeming uncomfortable with the conversation. “The phones’ over there sugar, help yourself,” I said. “You want something to drink?”

“Some water be good, thank you ma’am,” he said, his eyes on my perky tits.

“The name is Dixie hun, my ma is ma’am ... I ain’t quite there yet” I said with a smile. I came back in with his bottle of water and his eyes were all over me from my toes to my nose. I enjoy flirtin so I made sure to drop my lighter so I could bend over and give him a proper view of my plump assets. I grabbed a doob from the drawer and lit up, letting that sweet smoke slip out my mouth and up my nose.

“You want a little taste” I said playfully but he just said no and continued running his hands through his hair. I don’t know if I was making him nervous or what, but he just stood there ... no fun in that. “When your done you can let yourself out, maybe get a move on with that pole cause I’m dyin’ in here without my air”

I gave him a smile and headed back out to the pool. I laid back on the chair, sipping my warm, no ice, tea. Within minutes the power guy was in the doorway staring at my tits again.

“Somethin’ else you need hun?” I asked. I ran my hand down my belly and pretended to adjust my bikini bottoms. He didn’t say a word, but was still fidgeting. I took a look down at his fly and could see a bulge forming in them jeans. I stood up and walked to the patio door...

“If there’s somethin’ else you want, you need to speak up. I ain’t no mind reader” I said. I let my tits brush his chest and I felt his bulge brush my belly as I went by.

“I could sure go for a hit of that doob if you still got some” he said.

“I surely do,” I said and took it from the ashtray, lighting it up and letting it’s sweet smell fill the room. “You want me to give you a shotgun?” I said.

“What’s a shotgun? He said.

I turned the doob around putting the lit end in my mouth and cupped my hands blowing the smoke right in his mouth. He breathed it in deep. “Damn that’s a nice tit ... I mean hit! ... Sorry” ... his face flushed again as I handed him the doob.

“That’s alright sugar, I’m pretty proud of them” I said and I undid the strings and let the bikini top fall to the floor. “Not bad for a fifty year old ... don’t you think?”

“Not bad at all!” He said and this time he was smiling from ear to ear. He took a couple more hits and passed it to me. I stood in the kitchen just puffin away, plump titties just waiting to be touched but he was a slow one...

“You want to touch them?” I asked. I thought for sure I was gonna have to take his hands and show him how but he finally caught on. He was a shy one, he walked closer and reached out his hand to touch my nipple but pulled away quick.