Meet Ian!

Vital Stats

Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Blue
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190
DOB: June 26 1980
Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois

General Background:

I was born and raised in Chicago in a typical middle class American neighborhood. Throughout high school, I was always fascinated with electronics which lead me to go to college with a major in electrical engineering.  I pretty quickly discovered after getting my Bachelors degree that if I was going to go anywhere in this field, I would need to continue on to get a Masters degree.  So, to avoid driving myself into even deeper student loan debt, I got a job with a cable tv company as a "day job" and am ever-so-slowly working towards my Masters degree at night school.  My friends now tease me and call me "the cable guy", but it's actually a great job for me to work my way through the rest college.

It's sort of a "blast from the past" hobby, but I enjoy building electronics from old-fashioned "Heathkits".  These were very popular dung the 1960's and 1970's and you can still get then on EBay and from catalogues to build anything from stereos to vintage home computers. Not a real sexy hobby, but it's great to just sit down with a set of tubes, wires and parts and start soldering away to create something that lights up and does things at the end of the project.

My first call of the morning was at a MASSIVE estate.  Iron gate, winding driveway, the whole stereotype of old money.  I was greeted at the door by a stunningly beautiful woman of about 45 or so, still in her bathrobe and fuzzy slippers.  She told me that the cable box in the den had fried out the previous night and led me in to take a look.  Indeed, the box was not working and let her know that I would replace it.  She offered me a cup of coffee and I noticed her watching me very closely as I hooked up the new box.  The way she was watching me led me to assume she thought I was going to steal something, which sort of offended me, but otherwise, she seemed very sweet and as she sat down on the sofa to watch me, her robe parted a bit to reveal the most gorgeous set of legs I've ever seen up close and personal.

When I turned on the cable box to test it, it wasn't getting enough signal for good reception, so I told her she needed a different cable and that I had one in the truck, and would be right back.  When I came back in, she was still sitting on the sofa, and this time gave me a warm smile and asked if I was going to get her equipment fine tuned. I could feel an erection building and quickly tried to focus back on the job at hand.  As I was laying on my back behind the TV, I realized I forgot to have a needed part in hand  back there and asked if she could pass it to me.  A few seconds later, she was standing over me, her feet to either side of my knees, holding out the part I needed. Then, as I reached up to get it, a beautiful thing happened:  She let her robe fully part, revealing her in the sexiest, most expensive French lingerie I'd ever seen, barely covering a perfect "Ten" of a body.  Then, she let the robe slide to the floor and squatted down over me to hand me the electrical part, and then continued down to lay on me a wet and sensuous kiss. Very shortly, we were taking each other's clothes off which lead to an almost surreal sequence of foreplay of all sorts, some that I had only seen in that old movie "The Graduate".  After a very hot mutual oral "69" with her on top of me, she smoothy flipped around to face me, squatted over me again and took my rock hard cock in her hand and slid it into her wet and swollen pussy.  We had hot and wild sex for as long as I could hold off and then literally exploded into her which caused to her have a set of almost violent orgasms as she continued to slam my cock deep into her.

We both collapsed in a heap together and eventually, put our clothes back on.  She asked me if I wanted some ice tea to cool down and as she went to get it, I quickly finished the repair and tested the cable box. When she came back in, I let her know the TV was working and after we finished our iced tea, she signed the work order, gave me a beautiful kiss goodbye, and saw me to the door.

I've not been assigned to that neighborhood since, but that anonymous encounter (she never did tell me her first name) is probably the sexiest and most exciting event. Ever.  So, here's to you, Mrs. Robinson, whatever your first name is!