by Jon Bradbury
The summer isn’t nearly as hot as what happens when Zach visits Mercedes.
Mercedes Grant is a lonely, horny widow, constantly second guessing herself, afraid of what people might think of her sudden preference for white men—until Zachary Jones comes over to fix her AC one hot summer day.
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Copyright © 2017 Jon Bradbury
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Inappropriate
By
Jon Bradbury
Dedication
Hope your summer is as hot as this story. Better sit by the AC!
Prologue
Zach looked up at the ceiling and groaned as a woman named Mercedes took his cock in her warm, velvety mouth.
He looked down just in time to see her close her lips around his cock and pull back in a long, slow suck, her eyes smoldering with lust and twinkling with mischief, both at the same time.
“Mmmmm.”
He groaned again. “Shit.”
The woman with her mouth on his cock was beautiful—a living statue cast in dark chocolate. A real-live living candy bar. Her hands, one resting lightly on his hip, the tips of her nails raking over his skin and the other holding his cock, made a beautifully sexy contrast with his own skin.
He had never been with a black woman before.
The texture of her tongue stimulated his cock, especially the sensitive ridges on the very sensitive pink mushroom head of his penis. She imparted the perfect amount of pressure through her lips on the shaft.
She pulled back, all the way to the head of his cock—and then dived back down again.
Zach wasn’t sure exactly how he’d ended up here, in this woman’s bedroom, with his cock in her mouth. He was sure of one thing, though—she sure could suck cock.
He groaned again as she pulled back for another long, slow suck.
“Mmmmm...”
Chapter One: Breakdown
Mercedes Grant was in the bathroom getting ready for work, putting on lipstick, when she heard that phrase that no parent wants to hear.
“Mom, the air conditioner won’t work.”
She put down the tube of lipstick, having not even touched it to her lips, and went out into the hallway, where her daughter Tasha was trying to get the air conditioner to kick on by turning the thermostat just low enough.
Mercedes said, “Tasha, don’t be silly.”
“Mom, I’ve tried turning it down.”
“Here, let me try.”
Mercedes stepped up to the little electronic thermostat and played with it. But the air conditioner definitely wasn’t kicking in. Dammit. She had just watched the weather forecast. The morning was already warm, with the promise of another hot day in store.
Tasha turned to her mother. “Mom, what are we gonna do?”
Mercedes turned to her daughter and patiently said, “Let me call the repair line.”
Tasha smiled. All was okay.
So Mercedes went up the hallway to the kitchen in search of the telephone and called the repair line, asking for a technician to be sent to her home.
Their reply was not helpful.
The secretary said, “I’m afraid we’re quite busy today. All of our technicians are currently scheduled to the end of the day.”
Mercedes sighed, hard. “Okay. Is there any way I might have a tech out to my house by, say, the end of the week, maybe?”
“I’m very sorry for the inconvenience, ma’am. We can schedule you for a tech. If they become available sooner than that, we can move you up. I’m afraid that’s the best we can do.”
Mercedes sighed again. “All right. Go ahead and schedule me. I need the afternoon, anyway.”
“Very well. Please hold just one moment.”
“Okay. I’ll hold.”
A new female voice came on. “Scheduling, this is Kari.”
“Hi, Kari, it’s Mercedes Grant.”
“Oh, hi. How are you?”
“I’m good. Tasha can’t wait for the new year.”
“But I’m guessing your AC isn’t doing so hot, huh?”
Dryly, Mercedes said, “No. It isn’t. I can feel the house getting hotter as I speak.”
Kari laughed. “Well, I don’t know if the secretary told you, but we are quite busy today.”
“Yes, she did. Isn’t there anything you can do?”
This time, a sigh came through. “Sweetheart, it all depends on how quickly the technicians can get through the list of calls. If it’s a quick fix, then on to the next call.”
“Okay, I get it. Set me up.”
“We’ll get a technician out to you as soon as possible, hon.”
As soon as she set up the appointment with the tech, she saw her daughter out the door, then returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready for work.
From the bathroom, she returned to the bedroom to retrieve her purse. Something about the bed, the sheets in slight disarray, made her stop dead in her tracks. Suddenly, she could see her husband, lying in bed, watching her get ready.
She brushed away sudden tears, wishing for a man to hold her. But there was nobody in the room except for her.
Then with a deep breath, she snatched her purse from the dresser, located her car keys, and strode from the room, heading for the front door.
* * * *
Zachary Jones wiped sweat from his brow before it dripped into his eyes as he left the last call of his long, busy day. Or he hoped it was the last call, anyway.
As he walked back out to his nondescript blue service van, he pulled out his smartphone and dialed the office.
“Scheduling, Kari speaking.”
“Hi, Kari, it’s Zach.”
“Oh, hi, Zach. You finished that call?”
“Yeah, I just finished fixing their AC.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m at the Thomas residence. Please tell me that was the last call, and I can come in. Please.”
There was a laugh on the other end. “Well, if you’ve got time, I’ve got one more service call.”
Zach tried to decide how to answer her.
Kari said, “Come on, Zach. It’s only four-thirty. Plenty of time for one last call.”
“Yeah. Okay. I suppose so. Where is it?”
“I’ll text you the address.”
“Okay. What’s the name?”
“Mercedes Grant.”
“Okay. Got it.”
“Thanks a bunch, Zach. This one’s a friend of mine, so be nice, okay?”
“Hey, I’m a
lways nice.”
Another laugh sounded. “Thanks again, Zach. And just for your information, she’s single. But don’t tell her I told you that.”
“Right. Why do I get the feeling someone is setting me up?”
“Why, Zach,” Kari protested, “that would be inappropriate.”
“Yeah, just don’t let Herb catch you. I’ll plead ignorance.”
Kari innocently said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
With a sigh, Zach hung up, put his tools and collection of spare parts in the back of the van, then slammed the back door shut. From there he went around to the front door, got in, and slid the key into the ignition. Just as he was gratefully noting the AC coming on, he let out another sigh as his phone chimed at him, indicating a new text message.
One more call.
He put the van in gear. Knowing the city quite well, he knew the address was in the upper-middle-class part of town, which drew a wince as if he’d tasted sour milk. But no matter. Regardless of whether the client was rich, poor, or somewhere in between, he had a job to do. Besides, the address was an easy ten-minute drive away. Hopefully, the repair call would be just as easy.
From the front door, Mrs. Thomas waved good-bye at him. He waved back. Then he drove away down the street.
One more call.
Ten minutes later, he was driving down a tree-lined section of suburbia, trying not to feel too jealous gazing at all the large houses.
Ignoring his emotions, he concentrated on house numbers until he came to the right one. Then he pulled over to the curb, killed the ignition, and hopped out.
A very pretty lady came down the driveway toward him.
She wiped sweat off her brow as she came up to him. God, was she a pretty little thing. Her skin looked just like dark chocolate. Her hair was straight, shiny, and jet-black, combed straight back from her forehead. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, like coffee. Her face looked like a sculpture, from her high cheekbones, to full lips he could kiss forever. Her slim figure was dressed in a red blouse and black slacks, with soft flat slip-on shoes on her feet.
In spite of, or because of, all that, she looked perfectly normal and ordinary.
Zach said, “Are you Mrs. Grant?”
She smiled, although it seemed strained. “Yes, hello, and please call me Mercedes.”
His cock twitched. That voice. Soft and feminine. Satiny-smooth. He gulped.
“Come around back. I’ll show you where the unit is.”
“Okay. Lead on.” And so he followed her through the side gate, around the house, and into the enormous backyard. God, was this a huge house. Just one story, but, damn. He said, “What seems to be the problem? Other than it won’t work?”
Mercedes gave him a wry smile. “Well, I can tell you that it makes a noise like it’s trying to start up, then stops.”
Zach smiled to himself. This was going to take five minutes. If that.
Then he said to her, “Why don’t you go inside? I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh yeah. No sense both of us out here in the hot sun.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
As soon as Mercedes was inside the house, he got to work. And sure enough, the problem was just what he thought. It took a grand total of ten minutes to go back out to the van, get the required part and the right tools, go back to the unit, and replace the part.
Finally, he went up to the sliding glass doors and knocked.
Mercedes was talking to someone on the phone, but she came over promptly and slid the door open. She said, “You want me to try it?”
“Yeah, please. Let me know what happens.”
“Sure. You want to come in?”
“Um, okay.” He stepped inside while she went off to turn down the thermostat. He saw right away he was in the kitchen. It was a large kitchen, with an island and everything.
A second later, he could hear when the AC started up and could feel the brush of cool air against his face.
Mercedes came back into the kitchen, mopping sweat from her face, but smiling. “Well, it appears you fixed the air conditioner. How can I repay you?”
“Just doing my job, Mrs., uh, Mercedes.”
“Really, seriously. How about coming over for lunch tomorrow?”
“I’d love to...”
Her face lit up.
“But... I don’t think that would be appropriate.”
Then Mercedes said, “Well, don’t you come back to check on your work?”
Her voice was all innocent.
Zach cracked a grin. “Okay, yeah, I suppose so. When’s lunch?”
Mercedes grabbed a notepad and a pen. Except for the sound of the air conditioner coming back to life and the sound of her writing, silence filled the kitchen.
With a smile, she tore the sheet off the notepad, folded it in half quite securely, then placed it in his shirt pocket.
She softly said, “Don’t be late.”
Zach stared into those beautiful coffee-colored eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
* * * *
Later, at dinner, Mercedes came to her senses—sort of.
She berated herself for her poor judgment, thinking if a male client had given her his number while she was at work, that would earn her a very stern lecture from her supervisor, at the very least, and possibly her manager, too. She hoped that tall, handsome AC tech also had the good sense to throw away the note in his shirt pocket, to be stronger than she was.
He was quite handsome. Tall, blond hair, hazel eyes, skin tanned from all the time he must spend outside. She briefly wondered what it was like to be held in those arms... and shivered.
“Mom? Are you okay?”
“Yes, baby. I’m okay. I was just thinking.”
With nothing but the background hum of the AC to keep her company in the bedroom later that night as she changed into a boring cotton nightgown, she was feeling the ambivalence more than ever. Her husband had died more than two years ago. Two long years ago, she corrected herself. And in those two years, she had grieved. She had cried, especially on that day when the officers in uniform arrived to inform her of her husband’s death.
And she hadn’t seen a man since then.
She told herself it was time to move on. The dreams she was having lately were testament to that. But she also saw her husband in every room of the house, and every time she even thought about bringing another man in this house, it felt like it would somehow lessen her love for him, or tarnish his memory.
Having a job, having somewhere to go, and especially having Tasha to worry about kept her stable and grounded. But for the last several months, her dreams had become quite vivid and were only getting worse.
Yes. She wanted that AC technician to come to her house. She needed a good fucking so badly she could taste it.
It was time to move on.
Chapter Two: Checking His Work
Zach drove in the general direction of Mercedes Grant’s house. Never directly toward it, but so that he would be in the neighborhood.
About noontime, he found himself driving down that same tree-lined suburban street. It was quieter this time of day, he noticed, as he pulled over to the curb and got out. There was nobody around to ask awkward questions.
Still, he took the phone from his pocket and texted Kari. I’m on lunch.
Heart pounding like a trip-hammer, he approached the front door. As he rang the doorbell, his pulse quickened even further. Why was he so nervous?
Dude, grow a pair, he told himself.
But that was the problem. He was thinking with his little head instead of his big one. If he was using his brain, he would have torn up the note as soon as he hopped in the van. Instead, he had put the note in his wallet, where nobody at the office would have been able to see it. Not that he had ever done anything like this before, but this was so inappropriate, it wasn’t even close to funn
y. He shouldn’t have even thought of accepting her invitation to lunch.
If even a whiff of this got to the office, he would be out of a job.
He would also be the first to admit he hadn’t dated, which was probably why Kari had gone out of her way to send him here yesterday. She could have sent any of the others. Instead, she had sent him. Zachary Jones.
Less than a minute later, Mercedes answered the door.
He noticed her brown eyes track down and then back up. She wasn’t looking half bad, herself, wearing a gleaming white dress and sky-high matching heels, her hair down like the day before, but worn in a wavy, breezy style. The dress was fairly conservative, short-sleeved, hitting just above the knees. Or it would have been, without the plunging V-neck, revealing a lot of cleavage. The dress clung to her, showing off her curves.
Her sumptuous, luscious lips curved up in a smile. “Zach, come on in.”
He said, “Thanks.”
She closed the door as he came inside. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to show.”
“Frankly, neither was I.”
“I have to apologize. For putting you in a tight spot.”
“Nah, don’t sweat it. So to speak.”
They both laughed out loud.
Zach said, “Kari sent me here on purpose. Said you were single.”
Mercedes blushed. “I am. Kari also knows I haven’t dated in a long time.”
“Ah. Same here.” Then she said, “Come on into the kitchen with me.”
“After you.”
Zach followed her down the hall, watching her curvy figure move the dress she wore. Man, was that a lucky dress to be worn by Mercedes.
As they arrived in the kitchen, Zach realized Mercedes was speaking to him. “Sorry?”
She laughed. “I said, would you like something to drink?”
“Yeah, please. Something strictly non-alcoholic. Technically, I’m still on duty.”