Being a single woman living in her own house can have its advantages and its disadvantages. Advantages are never having to pick up after anyone but yourself, not having to get out of your pj's on a Sunday if you don't want to and never having the toilet seat left in a up so in the middle of the night your ass falls into the water.
On the other hand, it does have its problems when it comes to fixing things around the house. I have learned to do most of the maintenance myself by going to Home Depot with allot of questions and a flirty smile, or watching those TV fix-it shows.
However, sometimes something breaks and it is more than I can figure out. Like last week when the garbage deposal started to leak all over under the sink. I tried fixing it and failed. I was at a loss as to what to do so I called a girlfriend of mine to see if her husband could help. She said he knew very little about plumbing but his friend did odd jobs in his spare time to make extra cash. She would have her husband call him and see if he could help.
Then she teased me again about dating men who wore suits instead of jeans saying men that worked with their hands were better in many ways.
I knew she was talking about my sex life again. Since my husband died a few years ago
I have dated off and on but nothing serious. The couple of men I did have sex with were good but there was something missing so we just lost interest in seeing each other again.
We talked for a while and then I thanked her for helping me out, telling her to have her husband's friend call me if he could help.
About an hour later the phone rang, I picked it up saying "hello". On the other end of the line was a very sexy male voice asking if this was Mrs. Nyght, Kathy's friend.
"Yes" I said.
"This is Greg, I understand you have a plumbing problem?"
"Yes, my garbage disposal is leaking under my sink."
"I can be there in about an hour if that works for you?"
"Oh, that would be great! Do you know where I live and how to get here?" I asked
"Yes, Kathy gave me your address and directions, so I will see you then."
"Ok, see you then bye." I said. As I hung up the phone, I wondered if he looked as good as he sounded.
I was finishing cleaning up the mess I made in the kitchen trying to fix the disposal myself when he knocked on my door. I went and opened the door and there stood this handsome guy in jeans, tee shirt with toolbox in hand. He was about my age dark hair just touching his shoulders with silver running through it. Eyes the blue you see in the ocean. As I scanned down, I saw strong muscled arms, hard chest, flat stomach and a nice package in those jeans.
I think I was standing there with my mouth open cause he smiled like he knew what I was thinking and said, " Hi, Mrs. Nyght, I am Greg may I come in?"
Feeling like a silly woman and remembering how to speak I said, " Yes, yes of course please do come in and call me Aryel." Closing the door behind him, I had this terrible erg to run to my bathroom, comb my hair, and fix my face. Did I remember to brush my teeth today? GAWD! What is wrong with me?
Pointing the way to the kitchen he walked ahead of me and I could get a good look at his ass. Nice one I thought and no crack showing either, not that I would mind on him I thought to myself.
He walked into the kitchen and sat down his toolbox. Going to the sink opening the cabinet under it, he turned on the water to see where the leak was. Ok, I just cleaned that up I thought but it was too late, water went running down inside again. Quickly he shut off the water and looked at me as if to say "sorry". I handed him a towel to wipe up the water so he could climb under there.
He grabbed his toolbox sitting it on the floor next to the sink. Lying on his back, he moved up under sink so that all that was showing was his waist and those nice jeans.
As he worked he started with small talk like; how long have Kathy and I been friends, which has been since we were teenagers. I ask how long he had known Kathy's husband turns out they work together at the same plant. He said he was sorry to hear of my husband's passing and said he lost his wife to a heart attack a couple of years ago. He was just sorry they never had children cause he loved kids. I told him of my son, grown now with children of his own, and that I loved being a grandma.
With that he leaned out from under the sink and said, " No way, you are too young to be a grandma, let alone have a grown son."
"That is very sweet of you to say. I don't think you look your age either." I said with a sly smile. Thinking of those jeans again, I looked away before he read it in my face. We talked some more about dating and how hard it was to find a nice person to enjoy some laughs and intimate times with. Seeming to have the same outcome, which was none.
He leaned back under the sink and started to bang on the disposal so I figured this was my chance to sneak to the bathroom and check myself out. I told him I would be right back and rushed to the bathroom for a comb and a change of clothes. Returning after my primp session in the bathroom I chose to change into a nicer pair of shorts and a camp blouse with a couple of buttons left open in the front on purpose.
He was still under the sink working away. I asked if I could do anything to help. He leaned out again and started to say no I guess but, stopped and whistled instead.
"Wow, you look nice are you going somewhere?" he asked with a grin.
"No I just felt like putting on something different do you like it." I asked in my best coy voice.
"Yes ma'am I sure do." He said with a wink. " Did anyone ever tell you have the prettiest blue eyes and a sweet smile?"
"No, no not in a long time." I said a little breathless.
Crawling back under the sink, he asked if I would come over and turn on the water again in the sink to see if it was still leaking. I stepped up and had to straddle his waist to reach the faucet I reached for the handle, as I did I felt a hand on my leg. I jumped stepping back a little with a start.
"Sorry, sorry" he said, " I was reaching for the wrench in my toolbox and your leg was in the way. I am not sorry for the feel of it though, you have nice soft legs." He said softly.
"Thank you." I said feeling the tingling running up my leg where he touched it. Liking the feel, it gave in my groin. I stepped close again reaching for the faucet and turning the water on. I heard a groan and then a couple of cuss words coming from under the sink.
"Turn it off!" he said in a gruff voice saying a few more choice words too. I leaned back to look under the sink and there he was with water dripping all over his face and shirt.
He looked so helpless like a mad wet rooster I had to start to giggle, then laugh harder as he tried to look angry at me with a smile on his face.
"You think it is funny do you, well let's see how funny it can be." he said and with that he wiped his face with his hands and ran them up my legs getting them all wet too. I started to laugh harder and squirm away but his hands caught my legs just around my ankles. "Stand still and give me the towel." he said.
I handed him the towel and he started to wipe off my legs one at a time starting at the ankle and moving up to the bottom of my shorts. Lingering on my thigh wiping softly from outside to the inside. Heat was traveling up my inner thigh to my groin as he stroked making me want his fingers there instead of the towel. He must have heard my breathing getting deeper and read my thoughts cause he suddenly dropped the towel and let his fingers do the caressing up my thigh.
"I sure do like touching your soft legs. If you prefer I stop just say so." His fingers continued up my inner thigh until they reached the bottom of my shorts, running his one finger along the opening of the leg he asks in a husky voice
"Do you want me to stop now Aryel?"
I was burning up with every stroke of his fingers on my inner thigh I didn't want him to stop my breasts were getting tight and hard, I could feel myself getting wet in between my legs. I had to hold onto the sink counter for balance.
My throat was suddenly dry so I croaked out "No, don't stop I like it." As he started to stoke up higher with his fingers, I looked over my shoulder at his jeans with those hard muscled legs in them and a very large bulge in the front. I almost moaned out-loud at the sight of his erection and the feel of his fingers moving under my shorts.
As things were heating up for both of us, he was working his way up under my shorts I saw out of the corner of my eye my cat walking into the kitchen and seeing a lap on the floor just for him. Now Traveler is not a small cat weighing in at around 20lbs. so when he lies on your lap you know he is lying on your lap.
I tried to shoo him away and tell him no but cats have a mind of their own and he was going to lie on that lap on the floor. Up the jeans, he went stepping on the very hard place in the middle, which got a Humph out of Greg. Up the stomach to Greg's chest where he laid down facing Greg purring and bumping Greg's chin with his head.
Greg had no choice but to drop his hands and start petting Traveler.
I sighed knowing the moment was gone and stepped away so Greg could have more space. I saw my cat start to jiggle as I heard Greg start to laugh, then I started to laugh thinking to myself maybe it was a good thing we had to stop.