{"id":42161,"date":"2024-05-12T23:55:25","date_gmt":"2024-05-12T21:55:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=42161"},"modified":"2026-02-14T07:06:32","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T06:06:32","slug":"mr-electric-part-2-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/mr-electric-part-2-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Mr. Electric: Part 2 – An Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

The holiday season went well. The turkey and pumpkin pies were gobbled up. The Christmas parties were full of salacious highlights that would make for intriguing conversations well into summer. My girlfriends and I popped off a couple bottles of champagne for New Year\u2019s and made a night of it. Despite it all, several remarks just after Thanksgiving overshadowed all the parties and food of the season\u2014in a good way.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark Walker and his wife, Jenny, who live on my street, complimented the Christmas decorations on my house.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a great sense of design,\u201d Jenny said, holding a plastic cup of spiked apple cider.<\/span><\/p>\n

And the compliments kept coming.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen we go out, we take the long way, so we can go by your house and stare,\u201d Mark said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s dolled up beautifully.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd we go slow when we drive by.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be disappointed when you take them down. Consider decorating for the next holiday.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is the next holiday?\u201d Mark asked, putting his arm around Jenny\u2019s narrow shoulders.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll find out soon,\u201d she said. \u201cThe grocery store should be selling candy for it in a week or two.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The three of us laughed politely, and I thanked them graciously for the compliments. We didn\u2019t talk anymore that evening, but their comments honestly shook me. Mr. Electric had done his job well, and the whole neighborhood saw it. They just didn\u2019t know everything that he had done well.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before New Year\u2019s came, I had an appointment with Mr. Electric to take down the decorations. You might say, have the house stripped. But I\u2019ll get to that.<\/span><\/p>\n

The small cargo van with the name Mr. Electric set on the lightning bolt easily pulled into my driveway. I was excited to see this man again. He left me last time wanting more\u2014demanding more\u2014but that damn emergency call stole him from me.<\/span><\/p>\n

This year I was ready. The bed had clean sheets and the pillows were puffed up. I had my hair up in a ponytail to show off my favorite gold, hooped earrings. I could have had on a dress\u2014a short skirt\u2014to make an obvious statement about my ultimate intent. I didn\u2019t want to give myself away too quickly. A man needs to work a little bit for a treat. While the dress was out, last time, skinny jeans didn\u2019t help in the fun. They almost snuffed it out, because they were so hard to peel open and pull down. The best option was loose trousers. I added a white fit top hidden under a zip cream knit jacket with an oversized collar.<\/span><\/p>\n

I let him ring the door bell and held back for a moment to avoid being a puppy dog panting at the front door. I waited just around the corner, out of sight.<\/span><\/p>\n

I took a deep breath and exhaled, hoping to ease the tickle in my tummy. I had the desire to simply tear off his clothes and get down to business. I had to remind myself to be a good woman, respectable, willing to give or willing to withhold, yet having that ulterior motive and the high card in her hand, a deviant all the while.<\/span><\/p>\n

I pulled open the front door and pushed the storm door, so he would have to pass by me closely.<\/span><\/p>\n

He looked so good with his stolid mouth and rich eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHappy new year,\u201d I said when I opened the door for him. I nearly cheered the words as my excitement was ready to explode through my chest, but I chilled in time.<\/span><\/p>\n

And he gave his white glistening smile. \u201cSame to you.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He passed by me into the house, leaving behind a sweet scent. Not the smell of leftover Christmas cookies or chocolate candy bars. But a deep, elemental scent.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou did a great job decorating the house,\u201d I said. \u201cThe neighbors really liked it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou told me what you wanted, and I did it. We might be a good team.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI hope so.\u201d I loved the comment and what it could mean. But today wasn\u2019t about that.<\/span><\/p>\n

I turned toward the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan I get you something to drink? Coffee, tea \u2026 Johnny Walker?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He smiled so nicely. I think he caught my message\u2014that I remembered what had happened last time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCoffee please. First we have a place to strip.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

That word made my heart skip. Mr. Electric\u2019s first zap.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet me put on a pot.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He followed me into the kitchen and settled on the opposite side. He leaned against the counter by a can of wooden spoons.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you want to proceed?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

I knew what my answer could be, but there was no free play.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf you can take down the lights outside\u2014the ones along the roof and the Grinch and the flood lights\u2014I will get my storage containers from the attic. Double-teaming gets things done faster.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll right. I will get my ladder and start.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about coffee?\u201d I slid my finger down the handle of the kettle. \u201cWe don\u2019t have to rush to work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He crossed his arms.<\/span><\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI called you a few months ago for installing Christmas lights. I forget the price exactly. I don\u2019t know the cost for taking them down\u2014the decorations, I mean. Is it the same price?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSame as last time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo we\u2019re working per hour with the minimum amount guaranteed.\u201d I accidentally showed him how much I remembered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, $45 or something like that. I\u2019m flexible. Taking down decorations isn\u2019t as hard as getting them up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I leaned against the counter opposite of him and crossed my arms too.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI bet some clients are so particular about each and every, single light.\u201d I shook my head.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey can be. Others aren\u2019t so bad. It\u2019s hit or miss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

We then were quiet. There was only the steady burn of the flame on the gas stove. And the refrigerator\u2019s hum. He wasn\u2019t as interactive as I had expected. I had a general idea\u2014a fantasy, maybe\u2014that he\u2019d come in, consume me, fuck the shit out of me, and, after it all, remember what he\u2019d actually been called to do.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEverything been good lately? Have a good year of business?\u201d I asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh yeah.\u201d He spoke like we were at a business meeting. \u201cMr. Electric made a profit. I can\u2019t complain at all. Did you have a good year?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan\u2019t complain either. Nothing spectacular as far as business. But spectacular every year turns out to be average.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He cocked his head. \u201cI never did find out what you do. You own your own business?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAn interior design firm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His forehead squeezed and his hands set on the countertop to push him upright. He looked all around the kitchen, breakfast nook, and the living room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you, complimenting me on a sense of design? You had me help to set up your decorations inside. You asked my advice?\u201d he asked frankly with a bit of lighthearted confusion.<\/span><\/p>\n

He remembered all that, not just the sex. Not bad for a guy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can design,\u201d I said. \u201cI can\u2019t climb ladders. And I liked \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLiked what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The boiling water squealed like a pig.<\/span><\/p>\n

I grabbed the pot.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh god \u2026\u201d I slapped my hand over my mouth while holding the handle.<\/span><\/p>\n

He shrugged and laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n

The coffee maker was a foot away.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t sure what you were doing when you turned on the stove. I thought it may have been a new-fangled way to make coffee. Pinterest and YouTube have all kinds of new ways to do old things.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I laughed with him, although feeling my cheeks warm. I was so juiced up about him, about sex, about our last get-together, that I completely messed up.<\/span><\/p>\n

I turned off the burner and slid the kettle to the back burner. His easy laugh calmed my ditzy mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, do you drink tea?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBailey\u2019s and Earl Grey don\u2019t have the same \u2018go-together\u2019 as Bailey\u2019s and coffee.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTrue.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s get started \u2018un-Christmas-izing\u2019 the house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I stood up. \u201cI\u2019ll get the plastic containers while you get your ladder.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can help get the containers,\u201d he offered quickly. \u201cI don\u2019t want you to climb into the attic and haul things down. No slipping.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a door to the attic on the second floor.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI can help haul them out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I put my hands on my hips. \u201cAre you just trying to milk more money out of me by working longer?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMoney doesn\u2019t matter today\u2014to me, at least.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMe neither.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll get started outside.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He headed to his truck, and I went to the attic. The containers were empty, and I was strong enough to carry two at a time, steadying the top container with my chin.<\/span><\/p>\n

But he wanted to be by me, helping me, looking at me. I had decided to keep him at bay for a little bit. I wanted sex, his sex, but there\u2019s nothing like making a man wait, to put him in limbo. It\u2019s almost orgasmic in itself.<\/span><\/p>\n

I had the containers down in a couple of minutes, so I went outside to watch him. He was near the top of the ladder, stretched out to the farthest attached lights.<\/span><\/p>\n

I plucked the light-up candy canes from the ground right in front of him, like last time. They were aligned with his ladder, so he\u2019d have a good view. It would be fun to toy with him again by bending over. It worked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou look really good down there,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

I stood upright immediately. He was resting his elbows on the top step of the ladder as he stared.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou can look but don\u2019t fall. I can\u2019t catch you from way over here. And I don\u2019t want to drive you to the emergency room.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I dragged the candy canes to the edge of the lawn and laid them in the container that was labeled \u201cCandy Canes\u201d in specific order, so the cords would not tangle.<\/span><\/p>\n

He climbed down the ladder slowly and safely.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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He began to wrap the green cord, pocked with the pointy lights, the length of his forearm\u2014palm to elbow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait, wait!\u201d I stopped him. \u201cI have a certain way to store the lights. I do not want them tangled.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you do it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll show you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

We went inside, dragging the lights.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSee this.\u201d I lifted a long piece of cardboard with slits. \u201cDIY storage strategies.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll wrap them,\u201d he said. \u201cYou can get the ornaments off the tree. I\u2019ll help with the tree lights when I get these lights wrapped.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I moved around the tree, reaching high and low, to remove the decades-old memories and set them in small boxes cushioned with cotton balls.<\/span><\/p>\n

I arranged the small boxes in the large container with \u201cOrnaments\u201d scrawled on the top in black marker. When I came back, he tossed a strand of tinsel around me, like a scarf. It was simple, but, nonetheless, another spark from Mr. Electric. It burned perfectly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo I look good in tinsel?\u201d I turned to model the silver.<\/span><\/p>\n

He stepped to me when my back was to him. He slowly lowered the zipper on my knit jacket.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLooks really good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I turned. There was that smile of his.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mr. Electric shot a bolt and hit me wonderfully.<\/span><\/p>\n

I further lowered my zipper to the bottom stop. He would have to do the rest. Before he could, I asked for something.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere was one ornament I couldn\u2019t reach. Can you? It\u2019s near the center of the tree.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He peeked through the branches. \u201cI don\u2019t see it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s in there. Just reach in. Feel around.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His hand disappeared into the green darkness. \u201cI still don\u2019t \u2026\u201d Reaching deeply, he looked toward the ceiling.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think I felt it. Is it, like, two marbles in a Santa Claus bag?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s sort of what he assumed it was.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, that\u2019s it. Got it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He dragged out the ornament from the prickly branches into the light. He held out a little brown sack with the marbles, letting it dangle from the tiny string.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh my! It\u2019s missing a piece!\u201d I said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t feel anything else back there. Could it have fallen?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t tease me. I know you have it.\u201d I wagged my finger at him.<\/span><\/p>\n

He put up his hands in innocence. \u201cWhy would I take it? What is it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a special ornament.\u201d I stomped. \u201cI\u2019ve had it since I turned sixteen. Oh, I hope it\u2019s not broken.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t …\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll right, turn around.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He put his back to me slowly and awkwardly. He tried to peek over his shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n

I patted the back pockets of his jeans and then the front ones and then found his belt buckle. My hand slid down.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFound it.\u201d I whispered into his ear, \u201cI knew you had it. You\u2019ve got the dick.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He stiffened\u2014both his spine and his cock. I had him.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Pressing against him, I unbuckled his pants, unzipped them, and slid my hand into the fly. This was his cock, the one that I had wanted for almost two months, the one for which I avoided all other horny guys at holiday parties. It felt so good.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI did steal it, didn\u2019t I?\u201d He opened his pants for easier access.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou left with it the last time you were here,\u201d I said.<\/span><\/p>\n

He twisted to me. He opened the jacket and admired my chest. I knew my nipples were pushing hard against the thin fabric of the shirt. His grin was so obvious.<\/span><\/p>\n

His hands felt so good moving all over me.\u00a0 They were still large and his fingers were thick. Strong, rough, dry. Just what I had dreamed of. They left no place untouched.<\/span><\/p>\n

We kissed, pressing our bodies together. My breasts squished against his chest, and his hard dick pushed against my stomach.<\/span><\/p>\n

His lips were so full that they were like putting my lips on a pillow, like I had as a girl when pretending to kiss. So focused on his lips, the whoosh of cold jolted me when my pants fell. His warm hands covered my butt. They clutched it and squeezed. Then they slid lower and down to my thighs. That\u2019s when I took flight.<\/span><\/p>\n

I lifted off and locked my legs around him.<\/span><\/p>\n

I broke our make-out. \u201cUpstairs \u2026 first door on the right.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI remember.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

With he-man strength, he hauled me to the bedroom. I splashed once again onto the bed. He climbed on top, but I shoved my hand into his chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The worst word a man can hear in such a moment.<\/span><\/p>\n

The Christmas joy melted from his reddened face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou stole from me. I want to see if it\u2019s the real thing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt is. But you can check.\u201d He stood upright.<\/span><\/p>\n

I slid from the bed to the floor. I bent the long, mean dick so it pointed directly into my face. Its head was as reddened as his face. I gently kissed each side of its head, like a kiss when meeting an old friend.<\/span><\/p>\n

His callus hands grabbed my hair and pulled me forward. His cock went deep into my mouth. He wasn\u2019t one for introductions. We knew each other and there was no need to pretend we didn\u2019t.<\/span><\/p>\n

He thrust deeper. I gagged and kept going for him and for me. My tongue fondled the underside of him, running from head to its base and back up. Suddenly he had had enough. His arms scooped me up from the floor, like a forklift, and plopped me on the bed once more.<\/span><\/p>\n

He crawled on.<\/span><\/p>\n

He was so tall, a Roman god, a giant, Goliath. It was frightening. A man of such height was ready to fuck me. No remorse, no regret.<\/span><\/p>\n

I sat up, neck strained, when he pushed inside of me. I had forgotten this part. His body slapped against mine.<\/span><\/p>\n

All the world oozed away. He took me back to my wobbly world of pleasure. Only two things were for sure: his dick and his forearms that I held onto for dear life.<\/span><\/p>\n

A tide of sensation washed from my pussy to my neck, flooding each vertebra on the way. I pushed my tongue to the roof of my mouth to offset the fucking pressure happening below. I also didn\u2019t want my tongue flapping from my mouth like the puppy that I was.<\/span><\/p>\n

He readjusted, giving me a brief break. He separated my feet, opening wide my legs, exposing all of me just as I wanted. He rammed into me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I tried to reach to my nipples to tug for more pleasure, but my hands would not release the blanket as if in fear of flying away.<\/span><\/p>\n

I heard a distant grunt and felt a faster rhythm. I opened my eyes to watch pleasure of my pussy flood him.<\/span><\/p>\n

There was a shimmer of perspiration along his hairline, and he was biting his lower lip.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, you can, yes,\u201d I encouraged.<\/span><\/p>\n

Immediately, he fucked me harder, having been given permission.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI want it. I want all of it. All of you!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He forced me to squeal the words. I sounded like the kettle of water, boiling.<\/span><\/p>\n

He pulled out in time to hit me in the face with a hard shot of cum on the side of my mouth, followed my several gooey jolts on my chin and forehead. He plopped next to me exhausted.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been waiting for that,\u201d he said between breaths. \u201cFor months now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I reached out my tongue to drag in a bit of cum. I then wiped my chin and smeared it on his forehead.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve waited too. Do we have to wait until next Christmas?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI do house inspections all year round.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

After a shower and a little more playfulness, all his jobs were done, and I had scheduled a house inspection for next week.<\/span><\/p>\n

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