Grace had done pretty well by herself. John, her soul mate of over eleven years, had died over ten years ago and even though she had always let him run the show she had done a pretty good job running things. Everything she wanted she had at the house; there was no need to go out except to go to the grocery store late at night every so often. However, the one thing she wasn’t good at were mechanical things. Luckily the house was well built, and they had bought good appliances and such, so there had been no need for her to call anyone to fix anything for a long time. This time however, she’d need to call a plumber. The water pipe to the icemaker in her refrigerator leaked badly. She really couldn’t do with water all over the floor; it might leak into the floorboards, so she called the name John had left in his Rolodex.
She waited for the plumber to arrive. She wondered if it would be a man or a woman. Grace started to feel things she had not felt in a long time. She wondered if this would be the first time she would have a man over to her house, alone, since John had died. She had longed for the company of another man, but either the opportunity never presented itself, or things just didn’t feel right to pursue. The service had said the plumber should arrive at 3pm; shouldn’t be long.
Buzz! Buzz! The plumber had arrived. She opened the door to see a man in uniform. It’s a man. He’s the spitting image of John at the age of twenty. His jaw is square, has dark brown hair, and deep blue eyes that she could easily get lost in. Her heart started to beat a little faster. She caught herself staring at him, before she has time to talk he said, “I’m the plumber here to fix the refrigerator. You did say 3pm. I’m not late am I?”
“No, you’re right on time. Please come in. I’ll show you the way,” she said. Grace leads him through to the back where the kitchen is. “Here it is. It just seemed to stop with no warning. Hope you can fix it.”
“No problem. I’ll get started right away,” he said. She notices a patch on his chest with the name Jon written on it. This was too hard to believe. She remembered all the great times she and John had had together. He was a superb lover. There was never a time she was left wanting when they made love.
She decided to stick around. Maybe she could get to know the plumber on a social level with maybe things to grow more intimate later on. The plumber stood not more than an arm lengths distance away; she could smell Jon’s cologne. It had the unmistakable scent of sandalwood. Yum, sandalwood was one of her favorite scents. She admired his calloused hands, and the rippling muscles in his forearms. Even though he looked very strong, he handled the small pipes with amazing dexterity.
“It looks as if I’m going to need to do a little welding. Could you help me?”
Grace’s heart skipped a beat. That would mean she would have to get very close to him. “Sure, I’d be glad to help out.” Her pulse started to quicken. She hadn’t planned to get this close to him this quick. Jon motioned down, and she got down on her knees. It being such a tight, little place their hips touched each other.
“Here can you hold these pipes? Hold them still. I don’t want to burn you,” he said. He lit the blowtorch. The power of the torch sent out blue flame, and soon he had his solder ready to begin the process. After what seemed just like a little over a minute he shut of the torch. “Thank you very much for helping. You should join the plumbers union,” he said with a laugh. His smile was contagious. Her heartbeat pounded out of her chest. It was now or never. She leaned over and gave him a quick, soft kiss on the lips.
She opened her eyes to discover his smile. He looked straight into her eyes. He leaned toward her and planted a soft yet very passionate kiss. This time he didn’t release. He continued to press his wanting lips to hers, Grace returned his every advance. He took her head in both his strong, young hands and turned her head slightly to the side so he could get even closer. Soon their tongues played with each other. It was too tight a space to continue. They got up without unlocking their lips and they lay on the blue tiled kitchen floor.
He put his hand behind her head to gently lay her down. He went to unbutton her blouse, but she held his hand. They released their lips. Grace said, “Not quite yet. I want to take you in some more.” With that they began to kiss each other. After a little more tongue play John worked his way down to her ear lobe. She let out a small moan of pent up passion that had been waiting to be released. Soon the nibbles sent signals that she had not felt from a man in a long time. He let go of her lobes and continued to nibble down her neck. Again she felt that special signal to her lovebox.
Grace wanted to see more of Jon. She started to unbutton his shirt. Soon his soft tufts of chest hair could be seen. She flattened her hand and rubbed his chest. His hair felt so wonderful and soft; there is nothing like a man with chest hair. She rested her head over his heart. She could feel every beat on her cheek. While she took him in, he took each shoulder in his hands, massaging them gently. He could tell she carried all her tension there. She deserved a good massage. He lifted her up to a sitting position and then turned her around. He began to rub her shoulders in earnest. The sweet smell of her perfume was intoxicating; he had to get closer to its source. Moans of tension emanated from Grace’s lips. He knew he had found something she desired. What else might she desire?
