Episode 81: CABLE READY

Friday morning, 8:05 AM ... on his way home...

Mace Belmont had to clear his thoughts a while after what Dakota McKellen did in going beneath his sweatpants to directly grip his erection. Right in front of Travis Herbert, if he were looking. What was going on with that girl? Yesterday she kissed him in his truck after dropping her and sister Sable off at school. Today she foregoes the kiss but claims his cock.

“What the hell was that about? I mean I like that she’s greedy but damn! It was uncomfortable around Trav. I’m sure he wouldn’t have cared being a pervert like he is, but still, maybe I just need to stop being so, old me. I can’t come across shy like Sable that’s for sure. Not after hitting the cheerleaders, and ... almost my aunt. So close! Man, it drives me nuts getting that near to Piper and then stopping me.” A sigh at himself in his rearview mirror he groans, “Who am I kidding, I was going to chicken out and do the right thing anyway. Then she had to go and prove she was playing me. Bitch! Maybe that’s why I don’t give a shit when I fuck girls in her bed. It’s nuts but I kind of like torturing Aunt Piper, I know she watches me fucking girls. Hell, she has to know I watched her with Mr. McKellen last night. That fucker was pretty amazing to watch and take lessons from.” Funny how his daughter Dakota thought the same thing. “Okay, stop thinking about all of this crap. I need to get home and meet the cable guy. Shower first! Find my way downtown to pick up those cheerleader uniforms then get them back to the school. Busy day!” It was going to be a major headache. Get used to Nashville Belmont!

Shaking off impure thoughts on Dakota and Piper that was all he could vocalize. Sure, he liked it, he was a horny teenager himself at 19, quite the stud up here in Nashville compared to his native Atlanta. In the week that he had been here Mace had tapped three cheerleaders, toyed with a couple more, and seen things a normal newcomer to the neighborhood might never witness. For starters catching his own Aunt Piper having bisexual interaction with her hot neighbor Josie McKellen, mother of the twins Sable and Dakota. That was on his first day in town. First ten minutes!

His aunt being the free spirit she had recently become, even stripped him out back by her pool in front of everyone trying to embarrass him. Not really, Mace was made of tougher material than that. Then, over the following days he witnessed Josie and her husband Henry fucking late at night in their front yard trying to act like kids again. That was hot!

Mace having his sights on crazy hot MILF Josie only amplified his need to bear witness. The twins? While a bit awkward in their early stages of discovering their sexuality teased him, he teased back. It was a game of he saw, she saw, she gripped, they gripped, he rubbed. First those two hot ass sixteen-year-old girls in Piper’s SUV then on the ride home the McKellen twins slyly beating him off. Mace finally sending a picture of his dick to the girls, Josie included as a reminder. That went over very well. He was the man. A shown off man thanks to Sable. Things just kept on getting crazier.

His rule ended last night when Henry McKellen destroyed his aunt for over two hours straight. Almost jealous of the guy bringing out the best in Piper, he found himself next door walking right on in just as Henry had. He knew Dakota was home alone, so his intention was to go in and kiss her just to see her reaction. Finding her nude on her bed masturbating he froze and watched until the untimely arrival of her mother. Hiding in Josie’s bedroom out of sight he was locked in and had to deal with secretly watching Josie touch herself as well from her balcony while watching her husband devastate Piper below. This was like some overexaggerated soap opera on Pornhub. Not that he was really complaining. PORNHUBby?

“Holy crap! I need to get a move on with cable guy coming. I better get home fast. I miss him there goes HBO and good TV reception, internet too. Better still the porn channels we can watch tomorrow night while Piper goes out on her date. I hope Dakota shows, but after what she did with that Angus guy, I’m chopped liver, I think. Maybe I should invite Lily ... oh wait, she’s busy I forgot. Tina? There are always other cheerleaders I haven’t had yet. Fuck! They won’t come over if Travis were there, he would weird them out. I give up, just go with it. Worst case I get stuck with just Travis ... unless he goes over to see Sable. All these bitches and I feel like I’ll be home alone.” Cue the Macaulay Culkin aftershave slap! There was always Rotten wanting to play tug of war. So not the same.

A side trip through a McRonald’s for breakfast burritos forced him in line until 8:19 before pulling on to the street. He was hungry so the risk was minimal, he was pushing and exceeding the speed limit in getting home, eating along the way. Reaching Hooter’s Crossing housing division, he took the corners sharply until seeing Piper Cherry’s home. Outside on the street sat a Comcast van, at the front door ringing the doorbell. Early? What the fuck? Wasn’t it 9:30? Did Piper tell him wrong?

“Whoa! The cable guy is a girl. Latina even ... nice!” Pulling into the driveway just as the girl gave up after hearing only Rotten barking on the other side, Mace pressed his truck horn to get her attention. As she paused on the sidewalk to witness his Dodge Ram come to a stop and shut off, she awaited communication.

“Fuck! She has huge tits. She makes Aunt Piper look tiny. How the heck do booty girls get blessed with such huge honkers?” That required another honk of his horn. He was horny after all.

Hopping down from his truck Mace played it suave lifting his sunglasses to check her out first before saying, “Ran late I had to take some friends to school. Thanks for hanging around.”

“No problem. I know the address is right, but you don’t look like a Piper Cherry.” She smirked.

“My aunt. That’s her house I’m just here for a few months ... unless something keeps me here.” He eyes her from head to toe.

“I see. As you see it appears.” She smirked and actually performed a 360 for him, “My name is Francesca, but you may call me Franky.”

“Hanky Franky.” He chuckled trying to be cute. By the glint in her eye, she thought he was too. “I expected some old guy with a pot belly, not a sexy hot Latina.”

“Same here, I expected a hot blond with yoga expectations.”

“That’s Aunt Piper. Nail on the head.” Speaking of heads, his tent was saying a stern “Hey Chica!” She noticed, impossible not to. “Come on in, I’ll show you ... what needs to be hooked up.” In his mind he recited, “I want to hook up with Franky here. Damn!” Following him was easy, her eyes checking out his buns, Francesca Torres seemed intrigued.

Franky had muscular legs in her 5’6 height, her golden-brown skin almost glowing in the sunlight. 40D’s with perfect gravity even without her supportive black bra. Raven hair although under a ballcap had a long-braided tail down the middle of her back that could easily be used as a bullwhip. Perhaps a Matadora? She did know bull when she heard it. So far, this young man was not hurling much at her. Wearing a blue button-down shirt, the top three buttons undone offering a hint of massive cleavage, she kept herself sexually in check. Black shorts to her knees although unattractive kept her looking professional, even with a curvy bubble butt that was far from out of hand. Definitely athletic! At 25 she had it going on ... her way. Entering first Mace pushed Rotten away to prevent him scaring Francesca. She was fearless, no worries there. “Your dog is Mucho handsome.”

“He’s a stud. Don’t worry he won’t bite. Big baby unless someone ruins his day. You should have seen him chasing the neighbor guy around the pool yesterday for being a dick. Guy jumped in the pool to get away from him. Laughed my ass off.”

“You have a pool?” She lets herself explore after petting Rotten to calm him of her presence. Sniffing her led to his snout right up into Franky’s thighs. He took to her with very little resistance, Mace releasing the dog for good behavior just to see how long she would tolerate his snoopy nostrils. Nudging him back by walking she stepped through the hallway and through the living room. Rotten followed her all the way up to the French doors where Franky admired the pool, Rotten’s nose right back up her ass burrowing without her getting pissed. Mace gnashed his teeth but waited on her actions, it was kind of amusing until Mace wondered if she were on her period. “It is a very nice pool.”

“Awesome on these hot Nashville days. I’d say go for a swim, but I know you have a busy day.”

“Tempting. I have no swimsuit even if I wished to take you up on it. Thank you for the offer.”

“My aunt has like fifty bikinis in her closet.” He hinted. Wincing at him she wags an index finger in which to ward him off, then down at Rotten finally, back to sniffing her hoohaw. “You are very curious. You will stop now.” As if instinct Rotten lowered his head in shame. Mace found it interesting that she remained so calm.

“Big dogs do not frighten me.” She razzed him staring at Mace’s tented sweats. Primarily because his boasting erection was wagging back at her harder than Rotten’s cropped tail. It was difficult for her not to notice and still remain professional.

“You are very persuasive. Tell me what I must do.” She eyes the 80’ TV in the living room.

“Well, first you undress and choose a bikini...”

“Concerning your cable Senor...?” She shook her head smirking then realized she didn’t know his name.

“Oh, my name’s Mace. Mace Belmont. Piper’s my mom’s sister.”

“A very strong name ... Mace.” Another drawn in glare at his penis. Smug he was!

“Big ball with spikes attached to a really long, thick handle.” He laughs, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be flirting. You have a job to do. I’m sure I’m too young for you. 19 here?”

“Flirting is never a bad thing if coming from both parties.”

“You’re flirting?”

“I try not to. In your case ... perhaps. I am 25. Let us agree to pause our chemistry until I get some work done? I do indeed have a full schedule.”

“Right! Anyways, Piper wants one box out here, DVR included. One in her bedroom on the other side of that same wall, a box in my room upstairs, and in her gym slash office. Internet router too with the highest speed you guys have.”

“Wireless I will not need boxes in each room. I will install pods to circulate the internet signal upstairs. No basement?”

“Nope. Just two floors.”

Looking about for existing cable outlets she realizes the connection is behind the 80’TV itself. On her knees exploring for it her shorts tightened over her ass cheeks making Mace grit his teeth. Knowing very well he was behind her checking her out Franky lowered her chest to the carpet for a promising doggy style pose. Smiling to herself for being a tease she grew invested in seeing where this chance meeting might lead. Doing her job was more fun when there was someone admiring her. Even if one of those was a sly dog who for the moment kept his distance.

“There you are my evasive Amigo.” She eyes the outlet through the TV’s stand where her Blu-ray player, stereo, and other components resided. “You must assist me in getting behind the TV.”

“Already behind you.” He chuckles.

“This I am aware. You make my job most difficult Senor Mace.”

“How’s that?”

“The outlet is not so easily reached.”

“From my angle I can reach it just fine.” He had his hand under his sweats stroking his cock. His idea of outlet was her holes if he got those shorts off of her. She had a hunch that he was touching himself.

With a devious grin she informed him, “I will need very long cable.”

“Right here.” He whipped his sweats over his cock wagging it toward her ass as if trying to spank her with it from a standing position. Ignoring him the best she could she grinned to herself. Let him have his fun while she did all the work. And Travis Herbert was the neighborhood Pervert? Nice reflection in the TV.

Rearing up on her knees with her back to him she removes the ballcap from her head and tosses it on the coffee table. Deciding to peer over her shoulder expecting to catch him stroking his cock she notes him standing with arms folded, tent still high. Disappointed that she missed his endeavor she just smiles at him. “I will be back in a few moments I must get equipment from my van. If you would please move things on the television stand so that I may reach under and connect wires. We will need to run HMI cables as well to the TV.”

“Right, HIM cables. Got it.” He winks.

“HMI not HIM. You are toying with me Senor Mace.”

“Going to pack up and leave?”

“Why would I do such a thing? I am here to serve.” She winks back as she rises to her feet and greets Rotten who had been pacing about watching. “You will stay here and stand guard?” Rotten woofs once and lets her step around Mace, sheepishly grinning as she brushed up against his arm. Franky was having as much fun as he was, just not as openly.

Leaving the house Mace chuckles over his luck, “Fuck she smells good. How do I get her in the pool?” He eyed the swimming pool through the glass doors. “Maybe if I lay a few bikinis out she might take the hint. I can tell she’s curious.”

Committed he sprints into Piper’s room and to her closet, locating a lineup of hanging bikinis in every color imaginable. Finding a black bikini with skulls on the chest cups he laughs at it, another very similar with sails on the cups, “No Muerte.” He didn’t want to offend Franky like that. Finding colors such as lime green, and white he takes the bikinis out to the living room and drapes her options over the sofa back for her to notice. Pointing at Rotten he told the pup, “Not a toy. Don’t touch.”

Nervous slightly that he was reading more into this than he should he eyed the security camera over the TV and worried that his aunt might be snooping in on him as she had been of late. While he loved making her crazy by fucking her cheerleaders this was the cable installer. Totally different ballgame. Technically, he was sexually harassing Francesca, but she didn’t seem too worried about it. If she was cool, he was hot. Speaking of sweltering heat?

Opening the front door Mace observed Francesca with a single cable box, routers, and three plug end style boosters walking his way from her van. A roll of cable wire wrapped over one shoulder bogged her down. She was packing and bouncing every step of the way toward the house. Her chest was amazing and livelier than he first recalled. “Did she take her bra off?” Her buttons had dropped one allowing more visibility, “Ohhh, yeaaaah! Mamasita likes Mace Mundo. I think I inspired her.” Closing in on the house her expression became seductive, at the point where Mace was in her way forcing her to stop, “It is going to be a very hot day. I am already beading with sweat.”

“Uh? Air is on inside.”

“I am from Mexico; sweat is my friend.” She slips past him and enters the house, her hip intentionally colliding with his concealed erection bending it sideways until she passed by. SHWING! His pecker darted from side to side once her hip had abandoned him. Rotten trailing her as if he belonged to the girl. Once she unloaded her hands she waited until Mace rejoined her, noticing the bikinis immediately. “You try very hard.”

“It’s because you make me hard.” He chuckles, no longer hiding the fact his erection was enormous. It was obvious she was tormenting him to hip tap his beast.

“I see.” She winks, “Hard to miss Senor Mace. Alas, I must complete what I am here to do ... fun will have to wait.” She glanced left, the green bikini catching her imagination. “I like the green one. A lime for my tequila.”

“Need help so we can get done faster? Pool awaits.”

“It would be Mucho appreciated. This TV will be heavy.” Switching into career mode she required the entire TV to be moved out to get behind it, coffee table shifted beforehand to make room. While lowering the TV to the carpet Francesca’s bulging breasts stampeded and overpowered their pen, a fifth button popping undone and flying off of her shirt unexpectedly exposing delicious mocha mounds of flesh. “Ayiyi! You strip me with your eyes.” She giggles. “I will need a sewing kit.”

“My aunt has one. Not even going to keep my mouth shut, those titties are fucking awesome. You took your bra off, didn’t you?”

“You notice? Yes, if I am to be honest ... my bra’s underwire broke, very sharp. But you may think I did it for your pleasure.” She winked.

“You can put the bikini top on if your shirt gets in the way.”

“One moment. You may look upon my current shirt. Let me hook the wires up and replace your TV. I have much to do.”

“Gotcha! You have a boyfriend, Francesca? I mean Franky.”

“Someone I see ... my baby’s Padre.”

“You have a kid?”

“Si! A hijo ... he is 3. His name is Diego.”

“Cool.” He wasn’t certain what to think suddenly, his dick losing steam at the thought of her being a mother. All new to him the idea of any girls he found attractive having children, he struggled with the idea she wouldn’t have time for him working and raising a kid so young.

“I see in your eyes you lose interest.”

“No ... no way! You’re smoking hot and fun to talk to so far, I mean we barely know one another.”

“I understand. I love my hijo but, I too am young at heart. His Padre satisfies my needs when he so chooses, not much for the parenting.” She screws cable into the wall and runs the other end into a cable box, dropping to her knees to position the box beneath the TV stand on its shelf, HMI moving from it up to be attached to the TV when it was put back up on its station. “I am sorry Mace; you lose more than interest.” She pouts at his loss of erection.

“Trust me I can get him back up in two seconds flat. I’m just trying to stay focused on letting you do your job.”

“Perhaps ... I can do it in one?” She giggles trying to stimulate him verbally, unbuttoning her shirt the rest of the way. Sure, enough just her tiny hint of inspiration Mace shot up in size all over again. “I may be a mother, but I know how to be a woman.”

“That was crazy hot Franky. Shit! I might need to jerk off here soon.”

“You will wait.” She winces playfully, “You said you would help me first.”

“Put that back into it.” He bent down to pick up his end of the TV again. She in turn did the same, her 40D’s parting to each side of the TV as if it were titty fucking her, cleavage opened all the way as it was. If only her shirt had not cloaked her nipples, or it might have been a more dramatic imagery for his visual. Once hoisted they rest it on the stand, but he holds his end out for her to move around him and hook up the Blu-ray and HMI to the TV itself. Watching her bend across the entertainment stand to plug the TV back into the outlet he eyed her tight ass, now seeing a nipple which was large and juicy, erect and begging to be devoured. “Put your crack into it.” He just had to be funny this time. In stretching her shorts drooped and the top of her butt crack exposed.