Brittany, who had given herself the nickname of Brit because she thought it sounded much sexier than Brittany, had very carefully piled her long black hair up on top of her head so that her long and graceful swanlike neck showed, and she had put on a very tiny black string bikini that was way too small by any standard and had obviously been designed to sexually arouse. The cups of her bra were so tiny that when she moved her shoulders even the teensiest little bit, her oversized breasts threatened to break free, and the cups were so sheer that she may as well have not been wearing anything at all, as they allowed her large stiff nipples to push out against the fabric.

Brit opened the door to the hot repair man and smiled sexily, shamelessly showing off her barely contained womanly assets to the stranger who she knew she would soon be having. The only thing better would have been two or more men at the same time, Brit thought, as the repairman gawked open-mouthed at the sexy woman displaying her hot body to him without the slightest trace of embarrassment on her face.

“I’m Jason Ramsey. I was told that you were having heating problems.” Brit smiled at the unsuspecting man. “Do come in,” she invited seductively, as she opened the door wide for the good looking young man. “Thanks,” he said. Oh, she had a heating problem, for sure.