Emergency Plumber, A broken tap requires a quick fix, sex stories, loving wife, I received a request to head over to some woman’s place as she had a plumbing emergency. Apparently she’d been a little upset on the phone and hadn’t given a detailed explanation of what the problem was. All I knew was that something just broke and that there was water everywhere.
I arrived to find a young lady sitting out the front of the house, looking rather disconsolate. She jumped up when she saw me, relief flowering across her face.
“It wasn’t my fault,” she told me quickly. “I just turned it on and it came right off. I had to run outside and turn the water off. I can’t do anything now. Not even get a cup of coffee.”
She rushed me through to the kitchen and pointed at the sink. Actually, she pointed to the kitchen tap that was lying next to the sink. It was one of those lever type taps where you moved the lever from hot to cold and the further you moved the lever the more the pressure. Ingenious little devices with one small flaw. The entire ensemble is held together by a small plastic component and if that piece of plastic breaks the tap falls apart, maybe gushing water, maybe not. In her case the water was running, not everywhere, but into the sink, and she had no way to turn it off, hence her turning off all the water.
An easy fix, you might think. Replace the piece of plastic and all will be well. Except you can’t get those stupid little connectors. And if you do get one you need to be a mechanical genius to take apart the tap, install the connector, and rebuild the tap. It is easier and cheaper to just replace the tap.
I explained this to the young lady and gave her a price, pointing out that this was a fixed price. She was free to check online or to get other quotes. She wasn’t interested in doing that. She wanted the tap fixed and fixed now.
I asked her if there were any other little problems she wanted addressed at the same time and she said there was. Basically a leaky tap in the en suite and a tap in the bathroom had lost its filter. I told her they were nothing jobs and I’d include those in the quote I’d already given her. Clients appreciate it when they think they’re getting something for free.
I told her I’d have to go and fetch a tap as I didn’t have one of those types immediately available. I could see her shoulders sag with disappointment when I said that so I made a little suggestion.
“Stick your kettle under the tap,” I told her. “I’ll turn the water on for a few moments on my way out and then turn it off again. That will give you water for your coffee.”
She was all in favour of that so that’s what we did, after which I shot down to the hardware where the company had an account and picked up a tap.
Returning I replaced the washer on the leaky tap, replaced the filter on the broken filter tap, and replaced the kitchen tap. I also fitted a stopcock under the sink so that in future she could just turn off that specific tap if she had problems. (That was also built into the quote.)
With everything done I filled out the invoice and she whipped out a credit card and settled on the spot. I like that type of customer.
I also found that I liked her. She’d kept out of the way and let me work, which is something not all customers do. She was petite and what I considered to be very attractive. Hazel eyes, fair hair, and a svelte figure. Very attractive indeed.
With my tools all packed away and the account settled there was only one thing left to do.
“You, Yvonne Peterson, are a very attractive young lady. I’d like to undress you and make love to you. Will that be alright?”
“OK,” she said, smiling happily.
OK? She said OK? I was stunned. I’d expected a smiling refusal at most, ranging up to a horrified denunciation at worst. A happy smile and agreement was completely off the charts. What do you do in a situation like this? Personally, I decided to start taking off her clothes and see what happened. Reaching out I started undoing the buttons on her blouse.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Now I was really confused. Had she agreed or not? It certainly sounded as if she had.
“I’m starting to undress you,” I explained. “I have to do that before I make love to you.”
“But aren’t you going to take me to the bedroom first?”
And give her a chance to have second thoughts? No way known.
“Ah, no. Why bother?” I was pulling her blouse apart as I spoke.
“But won’t you want to use the bed?”
I flicked open the catch on her skirt, letting it drop, leaving her in panties and bra and a becoming blush.
“Not really,” I replied to her question. “I think you’ll find we can do marvellously right where we are. You’re very lovely you know. Why don’t you finish taking your things off?”
Having me undress her wasn’t really committing her to anything. She could easily change her mind. Her taking off her own undies was a commitment, and she’d find it a lot harder to back off. She’d feel foolish if she did. A lot of people do things they shouldn’t for fear of seeming to be foolish or afraid.
Her blush deepened and she was nibbling on her lip. She was also reaching behind her to unhook her bra. It dropped and her panties followed and she stood there, still blushing, with her hands covering her vital spots. Not for long. I took her hands and moved them to her sides, leaving her nicely exposed.
“Oh, yes,” I said, my approval plain in my voice. “Very lovely. An exquisite delight to look upon.”
It never hurts to repeat how lovely a woman looks.
I reached up and gently stroked the sides of her breasts. She made a small gasping sound and her nipples puckered up, pointing at me. I promptly teased them, rolling them around under my thumbs. For some reason she looked a trifle confused.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“Ah, no, no,” she said quickly, but she didn’t sound completely sure. I wondered if she was changing her mind. I gave a mental shrug. Time would tell.
Seeing her nipples were standing out so proudly it would have been wrong not to give them the attention they deserved. I bent my head and started sucking lightly on one, letting my tongue and teeth rasp against it. Then I switched and did the same to the other one.
Leaning back I Admired my work — and her breasts. They now seemed fuller, lovely and white with a pink pinnacle on each of them. I brushed them with my hands again, but this time my hands drifted lower. Her mons was silky smooth and my hand just glided over it and onto her mound. I could feel her flinch slightly as my hand rubbed across her lips and it seemed to me that her pussy was closed up tight, no arousal apparent.
I stoked her down there. The heel of my hand would rub firmly against her mons, pressing up against her pubic bone, then slide back over her mound, rubbing it lightly, stroking it, encouraging her to relax. It took time but she did start relaxing, finally to the point where I could slip a finger between her lips. But only the one. She tightened up as soon as I intruded.
By now I was at a loss. She’d said OK, she’d helped me get her undressed, she was permitting liberties, but she was tense and seemed confused. Didn’t her husband believe in foreplay? Still, she was slowly getting aroused. Nothing I could do but carry on. I couldn’t help but think everything was going to fizzle out before I got too far.
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