About a month after I moved into my first apartment, the telephone rang.

When I answered it, all I could hear was a recorded message of movie listings and show times from the theater downstairs. When the same thing happened several more times, I called the phone company. They assured me that a repair person would be dispatched to my place the next day.

At eight the next morning someone was knocking on my door. I had only just showered and gone to bed after having been out all night with some friends. I crawled out of bed in my shorts and T-shirt. I opened the door half asleep and sporting the usual morning wood.

On the other side of the threshold was the repair technician: a woman! I ushered her into my apartment. She was a little taller than I, had long red hair, and was athletic looking. As the sight of a female repair tech began to register in my fuzzy brain, my cock got even harder.

She looked at me a little oddly before getting down to business. There was no way she couldn’t have seen my cock standing at attention.

I went around the apartment tidying up a little and occasionally stealing discreet glances in her direction. When she bent over to reach the phone jack, her jeans hugged a heart-shaped ass, accentuating her fine curves.

She stood up and said she had to get into the main phone box in the basement. I walked her to the door, wishing but not daring to make a move to get her into my bed.

As soon as she’d left I went to my couch and started to jerk off. All I had to do was imagine putting my cock into her warm wetness.

A knock on the door brought me back to reality. I stuffed my hard-on back in my shorts, ignoring the dribbles of precome, and opened the door. My repair tech told me she could not gain access to the basement until the following day, when the super would be available. She proceeded to replace the jack she had removed, and I was treated to another rousing view of her picture-perfect ass.

I really wanted to fuck her now. I felt hot and flustered and was right on the verge of asking her how about it when she asked if there were any other phone jacks in the apartment. I told her the only other jack was in the bedroom, and followed her in.

She bent down to check it out, and I fondled my cock while she had her back to me. When she suddenly spoke, I almost had a heart attack. That’s when I realized she was standing in front of the mirror and could see me diddling my cock. I stopped just as our eyes met in the glass.

She flushed, bit her lip, and started to leave, but I made a desperate move. I dropped my shorts and showed her my hard prick. She stared at me, deciding what to do next. I decided for her. I took her hand and placed it on my penis. I held my hand over hers and we both started to play with my cock and balls.

“What’s your name?” I asked. “Millicent,” she said. I drew her closer and pulled off her shirt. She let go of my penis to unhook her tool belt. I reached for her waist and unzipped her jeans, dropping them down to her ankles. I removed her boots and helped her step out of her jeans. Her white panties were wet and warm. She sat on the edge of my bed as I touched her pussy through the panties. She wrapped her hands around my cock and sized it up; she seemed pleased. Millicent’s nipples were hard and erect against her bra. I lowered her bra straps, kissed her shoulders, and teased her nipples with my tongue as I removed the bra. Her hands left my cock and her fingers danced on the back of my neck.

Millicent lay back on my bed, and I moved down to her wetness, kissing her through her panties. I gently pulled the panties off, savoring every moment of this dream come true. Her clit was large and erect. She urgently pulled me to it. I kissed and tickled and teased it with my tongue. I slid my tongue into her and drank in her love juice. My fingers played with her clit as my tongue explored her love tunnel. I continued my oral ministrations until she started bucking wildly; then she made me stop. As she pulled me up to her I reached for her breasts, but she didn’t want me to linger there.

Now I was face to face with her, and when her lips touched mine it was the softest kiss I’d ever known. She grabbed my cock and guided it to her pussy. I slid inside her and felt her wetness engulfing my prick. We rolled over, and she turned and mounted my cock with her back to me, leaning with her hands against my knees. She moved up and down on my cock, her breasts bouncing on my legs.

I was close to blowing my load, and I wanted her to come with me. She began to buck, and her pussy gripped my penis. She moved faster and began to climax. Her juice flooded out over me, but she kept going. My nuts pulsed and my cock felt more alive than ever.

I exploded inside of her as she fiercely humped away. I could see the glow in her face as I sent several pulsing shots into her, and many throbs later I relaxed, my come dripping from her pussy down my cock.

Eventually she stopped, dismounted, and lay next to me. We dozed in each other’s arms.

I woke around 3 p.m., two hours before I had to be at work. I thought it had all been a dream, because there was no beautiful naked redhead enfolded in my arms. I got up, showered, jerked off to the fantastic dream, then got dressed and went to work.

I got home at 3 a.m., and was just going to bed when I spotted something white sticking out from under my pillow.

I pulled the panties out from beneath the pillow and saw something else: a long red hair.

I knew it hadn’t been a dream. I fell asleep clutching Millicent’s panties to my cheek, thinking I would never see her again. Now in my dreams I relived the previous morning in exact detail.

At eight the next morning I awoke to a knock at my door. Half asleep with my woody again leading the way, I opened the door.

“I forgot my panties,” said my personal repair technician, as she took off her clothes and led the way to my bedroom. I followed her, thanking God for lousy phone lines.