I pulled up alongside a large Victorian style house and slowed to a stop, confirming this was in fact the right address. I pulled into the long driveway and came to a stop along side a shiny lexus. I grabbed my clipboard and stepped out of my van. I admired the house as I approached the front door. I rang the doorbell and stepped back. I stood there patiently waiting for about 5 minutes, but still no one came to the door. I pushed the doorbell a second time. As soon as I pulled my finger away, the door swung open. I was greeted by a woman who appeared to be slightly flustered. I introduced myself,
"Hi there, I'm Kyle and I'm with the plumbing and restoration company." I extended out my hand toward her. She perked up and replied,
"Oh yes, ok. I'm Siri, nice to meet you Kyle." She shook my hand firmly and said,
"Sorry to make you wait, I was upstairs when you rang the bell."
"That's no problem. So you called for a mechanic to come in and look at some water damage then?" I asked, double checking my papers. I then looked up at her and scanned her up and down. Siri was rather tall, likely 2 or 3 inches taller than I. She had a very soft and pretty face framed by fire red hair that came down to her shoulders. My eyes dropped down as I took notice that all she was wearing was a baby blue tank top and a pair of grey shorts. She possessed a nice hearty, meaty physique. Her thighs were thick and filled out her shorts. Her tummy was flat, but still had that sort of layer of baby fat. Her tank top appeared a few sizes too small, because it didn't pull very far down. This left her tummy out in the open with a deep bellybutton. She had a slight case of the muffin top going on. A little bubble of flesh was squeezed out above her waistband. My eyes locked onto her chest for a long moment. Her boobs were rather massive. She had them mashed together beneath her tank top. The fabric across her chest was noticeably stretched out and faded, allowing a fuzzy glimpse underneath to her bare skin. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her nipples poked through her top plain as day. She had a mountain of cleavage showing out the top. My eyes returned to her face to see that she was staring at me with one eyebrow raised and an amused look about her. I did my best to play it off casually, but I could feel my cheeks turning red. She gave me a wide grin, clearly aware of what I was just doing. She had a beautiful smile.
"Yeah, I apologize for being a little... underdressed." She looked down at herself. "I wasn't expecting anyone for at least another hour."
"Really?" I inquired. "is this not a good time for you?" She quickly responded by firing a barrage of no's at me, then stepped aside and waved her arm, ushering me inside. I walked in and admired how elegant well decorated her home was. I heard her shut the door, then she walked past me and said over her shoulder,
"If you want to follow me to the kitchen." I followed closely behind her. My eyes immediately fell upon buttocks. I watched intently as her jiggly butt rippled and bounced with each step she took. Her grey shorts only covered about half of her ass. A large chunk of booty hung out the bottom, free to jiggle and shake for my viewing pleasure. I followed her bouncing booty down a long hall and right into the kitchen. I finally broke my gaze and cleared my throat. I placed my clipboard on the counter between her and I.
"Alright, before we get started here I'm gonna have to ask you to look over this disclaimer and sign at the bottom." I placed the pen down on the sheet.
"It's just stating our policies and limitations as to what we can do ourselves, for liability purposes. And that in the event of an emergency, we aren't held liable for any damage costs unless it occurs after we have completed the job." Siri leaned over the counter resting her elbows as she peered at the disclaimer. I watched her eyes dart back and forth as she was reading, then my eyes looked down at her boobs pushed up and over her elbows. Her tits were pushing out of her tank top, and I half expected them to just rip right through it altogether. She grabbed the pen and scribbled on the bottom of the sheet, which prompted me to reestablish eye contact. She slid the sheet to me and I grabbed it and secured it in the clipboard.
"Alright, were all set. Why don't you show me where you're having concerns." She pointed over by the sink and said,
"Right there." We walked over to it together and then she proceeded to turn on the faucet. There was a sputter or two, followed by a brownish red colored water spit out.
"Well, there's definitely some rust damage somewhere along the line, have you looked underneath the sink?" She nodded her head in response and swung the cabinet drawer open.
"It's very wet in there and there's a funky odor, too." She explained. I got down on my knees and peered my head inside. I pulled my flashlight from my belt to see what the damage was. There was a lot of water damage. Siri bent over next to me to try and poke her head in as well. Out of the corner of my eye all I could see huge tits swinging back and forth, inches from my face. I pulled away carefully and stood up.
"Well from what I can see, you have a leaky pipe somewhere along the drain, which is why you have the water damage underneath. Luckily, that smell is most likely just from the moisture making it musty in there. I'm confident you don't have any mold forming. So I'll just need to find the leak and seal it, then get rid of some of that moisture."
She stood up and placed her hands on her hips and had a look of deep thought on her face.
"Ok, so how long should I be expecting this to take?" She asked.
"Well, the repairs themselves shouldn't take very long at all. However, I have to set up my drying fan to dry it out underneath, and it's hard to accurately say how long that can take. If I had to make a guess, I would say about 2 hours altogether."
"Alright then, sounds good." She clapped her hands. "Is there anything else you need from me then? I was about to get in the shower when you got here." She said. I waved my hand and said,
"Don't worry about me, go about your business as needed. I just need to run out and grab my tools and I'll get started right away."
"Sounds good," She smiled. "If there is an emergency by chance, I'll be upstairs, second door on the right." I gave her an awkward nod of acknowledgment as she turned and walked away. She maybe took three steps before she came to sudden halt and spun around. When she whipped her body around, her heavy boobs came swinging around after. They slapped around for a moment before coming to a stop.
"I'm so sorry, can I offer you something to drink." She asked.
"Uh, water would be great. Clean water that is, if you have it." I joked. She nodded and went to the fridge. She opened the door and bent over to dig around in the bottom shelf. Her bubbly booty popped up in the air in front of me. She wiggled her hips back and forth gently while grabbing the water. She stood up straight, but her shorts were wedged deep up into her ass crack and were bunched up over her cheeks, leaving the majority of her ass exposed. Siri reached behind with both hands. She extracted the grundie from her ass between her fingers, then slid her fingers along the bottom of her shorts, pulling them back down. She let go with a little snap, making a small ripple to flow across her cheeks. She then turned around laughing and said,
"Sorry you had to see that, I didn't even consider the fact that you were standing right there." She had the water tucked into her cleavage. I just chuckled and shook my head, feeling my face get red again. She pulled out the water bottle and handed it to me.
"These damn shorts are always riding up on me now that I've been getting fat." She remarked, looking over her shoulder and grabbing a meaty chunky of ass in her hand. I gave her a sheepish smile as a took my water and said,
"You're nowhere near fat, and I don't care. You gotta do what you gotta do, right?" She gave me another big grin, then walked away. She called out to me to insist I don't be afraid to come get her if need be. Once she got upstairs, I went out to the van to grab my tools. I got right to work, identifying and sealing the leaks in the pipe and wiping out as much of the excess moisture as I could. About a half hour had passed, and I had nearly forgotten that Siri was still here. I crawled out to take a drink. I stood up and saw Siri walking into the kitchen. She only had a small white towel wrapped around her body. She was wrapping a pink towel around her head as she approached. Her towel was just barely pulled up high enough to cover her nipples it seemed. All of her breasts were hanging down freely and exposed off her chest. It fell to just above her knees. My eyes widened as I took a swig of water.
"Just wanted to check on you and see how things were going." She said. I nodded and said, "Good, good." I looked down at the floor to prevent myself from staring. She asked me how bad the damage was while she continued to fiddle with the towel on her head. I look up and watch in terror as I noticed the towel was slowly starting to slide down and come undone. I caught a glimpse at one of her nipples peeking out from the towel. Just as the towel was about to come loose and fall, Siri swiftly snatched it in one hand, holding it overself to avoid flashing me.
"Woo hoo, that was close!" She exclaimed, laughing out loud. I just nodded my head and chuckled. She took extra precaution this time and pulled the towel up under her armpits, so that now her breasts were fully covered. She then urged me to continue. I explained where I found the leaks, and reassured her that they were completely sealed now.
"I just started the process of drying it out down there. If you look inside, you can see that most of the excess condensation is gone." I explained.
"Oh, yeah? Ok." She responded in curiosity. She dropped down to her knees, then threw the towel off her head. She scrubbed her fingers across her head, leaving her fiery hair ruffled and wild. Then with one hand still clutching the towel against her chest, she leaned in to take a peek. She apparently was not fully aware of how small her towel was, or maybe just didn't care. By pulling it up higher, it now was lifted up so much so that half of her butt was showing out the bottom. I truly wanted to say something out of respect to her modesty, but I choked on the words and froze. I just stood there admiring her chunky butt sticking up in the air. She called out to me asking for the flashlight, so I got down behind her and reached it up past her shoulder. Once she grabbed it, I backed away and sat back on me feet, trying to put some distance between us. It dawned on me that she probably hasn't yet put on underwear since getting out of the shower. I gave in to curiosity and lowered my head down between her legs for a look. Low and behold, there were her lips, cleanly shaven and out in the open. My heart was pounding and blood was flowing to my crotch when she asked something of me. I slid myself awkwardly alongside her to poke my head in as well. Once she was satisfied, I backed out first and she followed.
"I'd say were probably looking at about another hour before it's completely dry."
"Sounds good, I'm gonna head back upstairs and dressed for work then." She said. I nodded and watched her walk away. She not so discreetly reached back and pulled up under the towel to itch her butt as she walked away. I proceeded to get the dryers set up and running. Once that was done, all that was left to do was to wait. I decided to go for a little walk on a self guided tour. I walked about, admiring the art she had hanging and the elegant atmosphere she had created. I wondered to myself just what line of work is she in that she has this big house and expensive furniture and a brand new lexus in the driveway. I entered the living room and noticed a plaque framed on the wall. Below it on a shelf was a gold trophy of some sort. I approached it and looked up at the plaque. It read, AVN awards : best POV performance, with her name SIRI engraved underneath.
I sat there puzzled for a moment, then I looked down at the trophy. It was a figurine of a nude woman clutching a dildo in her hand. I read the engraving: pornstar of the year. My heart skipped as it all came to me. This was Siri, the pornstar. I stood there trying to process the new information. I started to have a mini panic attack and rushed back to the kitchen and sat down anxiously. After about 10 minutes, Siri came walking in the kitchen. I looked up and my jaw fell to the floor. She strutted towards me in a skin tight black leather one piece. There were buckles and spikes all over her body. She had the zipper in front up as far as she could go, but her boobs were just too big. They pushed out the top like two mountains. Every step she took her heels clacked on the linoleum and her boobs shook and rippled violently. She also had black leather gloves on that pulled up to her elbows. Her make up was done to perfection and her red hair was straightened. She got to the table and heaved a long sigh. My face was burning from blushing so much. She reached down between her boobs and pulled her phone from deep within her cleavage. She looked down at it and said,
"Shit, I'm gonna have to call and tell them I'm going to be late." She began dialing and brought the phone to her ear. She walked away to another room. The back of her latex outfit was split wide open, resembling assless chaps. Her fat ass was completely exposed, save for the wiry red thong she had yanked deep up her crack. I watched her bubbly booty bounce up and down and side to side freely as she turned the corner. She returned a moment later, tucking her phone back in her cleavage.
"How much longer do you think before we're good here?" She asked me.
