Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2001 08:35:50 -0700
From: Bonnie <baldvalley@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reading the Meter

READING THE METER   by Bonnie
(FF, inter, ws)

The events portrayed in this story actually occurred.  It contains strong
language and explicit descriptions of sexual activity.  Please cover your
ears and turn your head if this offends you.

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                              READING THE METER


The spring semester at college was drawing to a close, with just under four
weeks remaining.  I had been looking for a job to earn some money for
tuition next fall, but was not really having much success.  Most of the
summer jobs available for women didn't really pay much and weren't very
interesting to me, so I just kept looking.  I had received several offers,
and I knew that if I didn't land something soon I could always fall back on
one of the offers.

Sunday afternoon I was sitting at home in the living room looking through
the paper and picked up the classified section.  I had been scanning the ads
for a few minutes when I spotted one that sounded interesting.  The city was
looking for people to read meters.  Now that was an idea, I thought.
Besides, the job paid much more than anything I had seen up to that point.
The ad said to apply at the personnel department at city hall between 8am
and 5pm Monday through Friday.  I had some free time on Monday afternoons,
so I decided to go there the next afternoon and apply.

If you've never applied for a job with the city, don't unless you're
desperate.  I arrived there shortly after 1pm the next day.  The office was
packed with people.  I stood in line for about 45 minutes and finally
reached the counter.  The clerk asked me for the job listing number, which I
didn't know.  She pointed to a large bulletin board near the front door and
told me to go over there and take down the number off the job announcement.

I went to the board and had to push my way through the throng gathered
around it.  I located the announcement, wrote down the number, and started
to return to the counter.  When those in line closest to the counter saw
that I was trying to cut in, several of them told me to go to the rear and
wait my turn.  So, I had to stand in the line all over again.  After about
another 30 minutes I was back at the counter.  I presented the number and
the clerk handed me an application and directed me toward some tables.  Now,
why couldn't she have just handed me the form the first time, instructing me
to get the number off the board and put the application in the basket when I
had it completed?  At any rate, I filled out the form and placed it in the
proper basket according to the job classification of the one I was applying
for.

On Friday of that same week I received a call from the personnel office
informing me that I had been selected for an interview.  I scheduled it for
the following Monday afternoon.  The interview went very well, and I was
offered a job as a meter reader, to begin on the Monday following the last
day of finals.

The first day on the job consisted of orientation and training.  The male
instructor was a little surprised to see two women in the group--myself and
another, older woman.  We finished the training about mid-afternoon, went to
another department where we were issued our identification and equipment,
then were told to report for work at 7am the next morning.  I was looking
forward to the job, figuring it would be an interesting experience and would
let me be outdoors, which I liked.

The first few weeks went by fairly routinely.  I was attacked by a Great
Dane, who tried to lick me to death (oh, how I wanted her to lick lower
down), I was reported to the police as a suspicious person lurking outside
the house, I was threatened with bodily harm by others who suspected that I
was there to turn off their meters, and I was actually bitten by a little
dog who had sneaked up behind me while I was reading a meter on the front
parking area of the house.  I wound up going to the hospital and getting a
tetanus shot over that one.  All in all, it was a fairly routine job, and I
had many interesting conversations with homeowners, and kids who liked to
tag along for a distance.

One overcast day rain was threatening.  I had a short route that day,
fortunately.  I came to a house which was highlighted with asterisks on my
log sheet.  I had no idea what those meant.  The house was a two-story older
house with a side door from the driveway.  I went to the door, knocked and
after a minute or two, a black woman came to the door.  When she opened the
door, I saw that she was dressed in a negligee.  Ordinarily I wouldn't have
thought too much about that except it was 1:30 in the afternoon.  As I
entered, I noticed that she was holding what I figured was some kind of
mixed drink, because the woman reeked of alcohol and was having trouble
speaking to me without slurring her words.  I saw that her negligee was very
thin, and I could see through it.  I saw the areolas on her breasts and I
caught a glimpse of pubic hair when she leaned back against the stair rail.
She appeared to be about 35 or maybe 40 with a very well-developed body.
She wasn't overweight by much, if at all.  She was just a very sexy-looking
woman.  She turned to go back up the stairs, which led up to the kitchen,
and I had to reach out and grab her to prevent her from falling.  As she
stood back up, she put her arm around me and pulled me close to her to
steady herself.  I helped her up the stairs and into the living room, where
I sat her down on the couch.  As I turned to go back down to the basement to
read the meter, she asked where I was going.  I told her I was going to read
the meter, and she asked me to come back to the living room when I had
finished.

I returned to the living room after getting the meter reading, and she was
lying over on the couch with one foot on the floor and the other one up on
the couch.  She was in a position that allowed me to see up her nightgown.
She was not wearing panties, and I got a good look at her pussy.  This woman
was starting to turn me on!

I sat down on the end of the couch at her foot so that I could continue to
look at her pussy.  She asked me if I would like something to drink.  She
said she knew I must be thirsty from all the walking I had to do.  I
accepted her offer of a glass of water and helped her get up.  She was
weaving some as she walked from the living room, so I followed her into the
kitchen.  She was having trouble pouring the water, so I offered to help
her.  I went over and took the glass from her hand and poured the water from
a pitcher.  She leaned against me and pressed her body against mine as I
drank the water.  I sat the glass on the sink and turned to leave, and she
leaned against me and put her arms around me, pulling me against her heavy
breasts.  Her body felt very soft and cool.  I put my arms around her and we
hugged tightly for a minute.  Then she kissed me on the lips and asked if I
would take her into her bedroom.  By this time I was really getting wet and
I knew if I didn't get out of there, I would wind up in bed with this woman.

She sort of guided me in the direction of the stairs to take her up to the
bedroom.  When we got up there, she pulled me down on the bed with her as
she sat down on the edge.  She took my hand and placed it on her breast and
put her hand between my legs and began rubbing me through my pants.  I
pulled away from her for a second to get my breath and to try and decide
what to do next.  She pulled herself up on the bed and lay down on her back,
spreading her legs and giving me a generous look at her beautiful pussy.  It
wasn't really hairy, just enough to fill out her panty crotch, if she had
been wearing any.  The outer lips were fairly large and gaped open with her
legs spread.  They were a very dark color and seemed to be calling out to
me, "Come taste us!"

I took one more look and said to hell with it.  I got up and pulled my
uniform and underwear off, right down to the bare skin.  It had to have been
a peculiar sight, a very light-skinned white woman next to this dark beauty.
  As I stepped toward the bed, she held up her hand for me to stop a second.
  She said she wanted to look at me.  I wasn't in her category of body
types, but mine wasn't too shabby.  I'm 5'7, weigh 133, and have a nice firm
c-cup.  Her eyes traveled over my body, taking in all my curves and cracks.
She said she liked the way I had my pubic hair trimmed.  Then she motioned
for me to get on the bed with her.

We lay there facing each other and started to kiss.  Her tongue felt like it
must be a yard long.  I thought to myself that it was going to be glorious
to have it in my cunt.

As we kissed, she took my tits and squeezed them lightly and rubbed the
nipples until they were erect.  I decided to let her lead, and just lay
there letting her do whatever she wanted.  After a few minutes of fondling
me, she got up on her knees and turned to face my feet, then straddled my
body.  I had that beautiful pussy in my face right where I wanted it.  She
didn't even have time to put her mouth on me before I was devouring her.
Her taste was very distinct.  She had a somewhat sour and mildly acrid taste
to her, and it spurred me on I loved it so much.  I had her cumming in a
matter of seconds, with me following close behind from the feel of that
serpentine tongue.  Our orgasms were punctuated by the roll of thunder as
the rain began to fall.  She just settled down on me, and we relaxed for a
few minutes.

After about 10 minutes she moved to put her pussy back over my mouth.  As I
leaned up to take it in, she suddenly began to pee on my face.  I was
totally unprepared for that, and I instinctively tried to pull my face away.
  She held me firmly with her knees, but after a second I didn't need to be
held.  I opened my mouth wide and took in her golden nectar, swallowing as
much of it as I could.  All the while she had resumed sucking on my clit and
I was ready to climax again in a minute.  When her flow subsided, I took as
much of her into my mouth as I could and reveled in the taste.  Oh, god, how
good this woman tasted!!!  I wanted to keep her in my mouth forever!!

Soon she was climaxing again, and this time afterwards, she rolled over next
to me and we held each other for a few minutes while we returned to reality.

I knew I had to get back to my job, so I got up and put on my clothes.  My
face was still wet from her pee, and my hair was damp in spots, but I didn't
care.

I sat on the bed next to her after dressing, gently running my hand over her
magnificent body.  She took my hand in hers and kissed my palm.  I leaned
over and kissed her passionately on the mouth.  I could feel the stirrings
within me again, and I pulled away and told her I had to go.  She just
rolled away from facing me without saying another word.

I went downstairs, retrieved my things and went out the side door, just the
way I had come in.  The storm had moved on, and the sky was clearing.
Later, I realized that I hadn't even learned her name, but I thought I knew
why the asterisks were next to her address on my log sheet.


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