There are few things that suck more than the air conditioning breaking on a hot summer day in Houston. I wished for me to be fucked as much as mother nature for doing something so utterly stupid as moving out of my apartment.

When I called, I found out I wasn’t the only one having problems with their AC. The earliest appointment was at the end of the day. All I could do was try to keep my boiling frustration out of my voice and endure it.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if it was a weekday. At least then I could’ve gone into the office. As it was, I was adding Saturdays to the list of things I wished would be fucked.

I tried everything I could think of to distract myself. Video games. Reading. Catching up on my email. Everything just served to make me wonder how our ancestors managed to live without the marvel of air conditioning.

The only thing that came close to working was thinking about how to satisfy my raging libido. As a professional millennial, I was used to dry spells, but my pussy was reminding me I hadn’t so much as touched my vibrator in far too long. Worse yet, the oppressive heat made me horny while also filling me with that inexplicable desire to remain still. Eventually I managed to force myself to get up and shower to make myself presentable.

Not a moment too soon, I heard a knock. I bolted across the room and opened the door before there was a second one.

“Hi. I’m Zack.”

The first thing I noticed was that the repairman was easy on the eyes. He had a strong-looking face with dark-brown hair and a five-o’clock shadow. It appeared he was decently built, and with his dark blue uniform, he did look rather handsome.

“Nice to meet you,” I said. “I’m Kristy.”

I gave myself a mental slap, telling myself that my hyperimaginative cunt was seeing things. For all I knew, this guy was married.

“Come in.”

“Thanks,” he said as he stepped inside. “Your air conditioning needs repair, correct?”

“Yes,” I said empathicly. “I’ve been dying all day.”

Zack laughed. “Yeah, you aren’t the only one. Let me just ask you some questions so we can speed things up. That should resuscitate you a little quicker.”

I actually laughed for several seconds before responding. Mostly he asked what I’d seen or heard and what I’d done to help narrow down the problem. When he was done, he asked me to show him some of the equipment, which I did.

As I turned around and gestured with my arm, I noticed his eyes glance up quick. A little too quick. Any woman who’s ever been the subject of male attention knows what that meant: he was staring at my ass.

When he walked past me so he could begin his inspection, his vision was fixed firmly ahead: a familiar sign he was trying not to stare at my cleavage. Once I remembered what I had on, I realized I could hardly blame him.

After my shower, I’d simply picked the lightest clothes I could find without thinking about it. A denim miniskirt that barely covered the bottom of my panties, and a pink tube top that displayed more than it hid my tits. With my shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, every part of me must’ve screamed, “attractive single woman.”

Such was the state of my frustration that I flashed him a flirty smile instead of reprimanding him. I hadn’t spotted anything that looked like a wedding ring, and that was all the permission my panties needed to grow rebellious. I could practically feel them trying to fly off while my thoughts grew increasingly lustful.

Zack went about his work, traveling to and from his van outside, leaving me with plenty of time to consider my options. On the one hand, making a move on the repairman would be incredibly cliché. The kind of thing that could get me a well-deserved reputation as a slut. I met him because he’d been randomly assigned to my house, not because we’d been paired by one of those dating apps that had a higher success rate than couples who met in real life.

On the other hand, fuck what everyone else thought. I was the one who decided what to do with my life, and my cunt, for one, knew all it needed to know: my potential lover was attractive, respectful, and an all-around nice guy. Not exactly a difficult choice, so I decided to see how things played out.

Zack still found time to make small talk, which only reinforced my opinion of him as funny and affable. He managed to get me to talk about myself easily enough. Where I came from, where I worked, what my job was like, and so on. He seemed genuinely interested, like he wasn’t just doing it as a formality.

He also kept checking out my tits whenever he thought I wasn’t looking. I was more than happy to pretend to focus on something else every time he was nearby.

“Hallelujah!” I cried when I heard the telltale sound of fans spinning moments before a shot of blissful cool air blasted me in the face.

Zack reappeared moments later, looking just as sweaty as I was. “It’s finished. It was a bit harder than I expected, but it should be fixed. Was there anything else?”

“No,” I answered. “But can I tempt you into staying a bit longer for a drink? I think I’ll actually die if it goes out again right after you leave.”

“Sure,” he said. “This was my last appointment of the day anyway. And like my uncle always says, ‘The customer comes first.’”

“Thanks,” I said, trying to silence my raging pussy as I handed him a glass. “But since my card is already on file, I’d like for us to forget about business and just talk like two adults. You know plenty about me. What about you? All I know is your name is Zack, you’re a few years older than me, you’re a repairman for a company that involves your uncle, and you don’t have anything you’d rather get back to after work.”

He laughed for several seconds. “Very astute of you, Kristy. Yes, my name is Zack and I am thirty-three. My uncle isn’t just involved; he actually owns the company. That’s why I work for him.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. His best mate died fairly unexpectedly. Since he didn’t trust any of the other eggheads to run the company after he was gone, he asked me if I’d be willing to drop out of college and come work for him instead. I said yes.”

“You sound happy,” I noted.

“I am. It doesn’t hurt that my uncle pays really well. That’s why he wants me to take over someday. He wants someone who’ll maintain the spirit of the company but is still smart enough to make sure people don’t take advantage of him.”

“Sounds like you’ve got everything you want.”

I watched Zack’s face fall for the first time. “No, actually, there’s still one thing. My ex.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Thanks,” he said. I noted that he hadn’t said, ‘Don’t be.’ He continued, “She was angry I dropped out of college. Even though my uncle paid better than anything I would’ve gotten after graduation, she said it wasn’t ‘prestigious’ enough.”

“Was that out of concern for your reputation or because it made it harder for her to brag?”

Zack sighed. “I know it was the latter, but that didn’t change the fact that I loved her. I thought we were about to start a family. Four years later, and my heart still isn’t in it whenever I try going on a date.”

That was all the invitation I needed. Time to put my offer on the table. “Do you want kids?”

He nodded.

“In that case,” I said, finally letting the seductive smile inside me out. “I think I can help.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Would you be interested in mating rights?”

I didn’t need to explain more. Every woman has the right to offer a male access to her womb in exchange for something of value. It was as natural as marriage.

“Really!?” he exclaimed in surprise.

I nodded. “Sounds like your problem is that you have enough money but not enough time. Mine is the opposite. I have enough time but not enough money yet. If you’re willing to help me out, I think we can work out a deal.”

Me and my pussy were hoping he would say yes. Besides the fact that he was hot and I was horny, Zack was objectively the best genetic mate I could realistically hope to find. He was handsome, reasonably intelligent, healthy, and trustworthy. I actually remembered reading several books when I was a teenager recommending all those traits when looking for a mate.

Ultimately, it was up to him. It would require a real investment on his part, and I didn’t want him to think I was just seducing him for money.

“I’d be honored,” he said, his grin slowly widening as he realized I was serious.

With a flirtatious smirk of my own, I stepped forward until I was well within his personal space. “Some women like to draw up whole contracts,” I noted. “Are you interested in the fine print, or do we trust each other to be honorable enough so we can just head over to my shower?”

“Definitely,” Zack nodded.

Leaning in, I purred in his ear, “Then why don’t you hand me that outfit so I can throw our clothes in the washer while you get started on that shower?”

Zack turned out to be a very handsy lover, not to mention the best kisser I’d ever met. He knew how to use his tongue, but he also knew how to simply press his lips against mine, letting me feel his passion, desire, and lust as if they were my own.

All the while, he never stopped roaming every square inch of my body. Long after he’d finished soaping and washing me, he continued caressing me, stimulating my favorite spots without breaking our kiss. He squeezed my ass and my tits often enough, like any guy would, but he seemed to enjoy simply touching me.

Our kiss went on long enough that it gave me an insight into Zack’s personality. He was a man who was deeply hurt by the loss of his love. He’d been looking forward to having kids and was devastated by the prospect that he might never have them. My unexpected offer filled him with a special kind of hope he’d all but given up on.

His arousing motions continued until his fingers inevitably brushed my pussy. That simple touch sent a jolt of electricity down my spine that made me instantly wet. Zack seemed to sense the change, because he finally pulled his lips away and spun me so he could pull me against his chest. One hand remained bound to my upper body while the other headed straight for my crotch.

“Yes!” I hissed as I felt him stroke his index finger across my pussy lips, pumping it vertically without penetrating until I was wet enough. Then he slid inside with considerable ease.

My hips buckled and squirmed as he finger fucked me like a pro. He managed to locate my G-spot, and from then on, he made sure to hit it every few thrusts. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations Zack was intent on delivering to my body.

I grinned as I felt his hand leave my waist and instead kept me in place by gripping one of my tits. Turning my head in his general direction, I asked, “You like my tits?”

“Fuck yeah!” he said. He proved it by giving the left one a powerful squeeze. “They’re so beautiful.”