u/Wasserminze

I didn’t plan for anything to happen.
My internet had been cutting out for two days and I was getting pissed. I texted the only guy in the building I kind of knew Jake from 4B. He said he used to work IT and could take a look.
He showed up in a plain black t-shirt and jeans, holding a small laptop bag. I was in an oversized shirt and nothing else because I honestly didn’t think it would matter. I just wanted the internet fixed.
He knelt by the router, checking cables, while I sat on the couch watching him. Every time he leaned forward his shirt rode up a little and I could see the line of his lower back. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs.
After ten minutes he looked up and said, “It’s not the router. Something’s interfering with the signal.”
I laughed awkwardly and said, “Great. So I’m just stuck?”
He stood up, wiped his hands on his jeans, and looked at me for a second too long. Then he walked over and sat on the other end of the couch.
“You always walk around like that when people come over?” he asked, voice low.
I glanced down. The shirt had ridden up my thighs. I didn’t pull it down.
“Only when I’m not expecting anything,” I said.
He didn’t answer. He just reached over, put his hand on my bare knee, and slowly slid it higher. I didn’t stop him. When his fingers brushed between my legs and found out I wasn’t wearing anything, he let out a quiet breath.
I opened my legs a little more.
He moved closer, kissed me hard, and pushed the shirt up over my chest. His mouth went straight to my tits while his hand stayed between my legs, rubbing slow circles until I was wet enough that his fingers slid in easy. I was already gripping the couch cushion.
He pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. I could feel how hard he was through his jeans. I ground against him while he sucked on my nipples, one hand on my ass keeping me pressed down.
When I reached between us and undid his pants, he lifted his hips so I could pull them down. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked once, twice, then guided him inside me. The stretch made me gasp against his neck.
I started riding him slow at first, then harder when he grabbed my hips and helped me move. The couch creaked. My shirt was still bunched under my arms. Every time I dropped down he went deeper and I made these short, broken sounds I couldn’t control.
He flipped us so I was on my back. One of my legs ended up over his shoulder. He fucked me deeper like that, looking down at where we were joined. I came first, clenching around him and digging my nails into his arms. He followed right after, burying himself all the way and holding still while he finished inside me.
We stayed like that for a minute, both breathing hard.
Eventually he pulled out and sat back. I was still spread open on the couch, shirt half off, his cum slowly leaking out of me.
He looked at the mess and then at me.
“WiFi still broken?” he asked.
I laughed, breathless. “Yeah. You might need to come back tomorrow and check again.”
He smiled, pulled his pants up, and said, “I’ll bring better tools next time.