Fixing The Leak

I should have done something when the previous month's water bill came in at $550 but you know how time just keeps on rolling by during this pandemic, one week after the next, so it wasn't until the next month's came in at $770 that I went out to the meter by the road to see what was up. The ground was damp all around, so I called the water company to send someone out.

Later that night I was out with my binoculars looking for the comet. There is a dry wash running through the empty lot between my house and the road and it makes for a nice spot to view the sky because it is shielded from neighbors' lights. I saw a truck pull up by the road and someone got out with a strong flashlight.

A woman's voice called out, "Hi, I'm from the water company to look at your leak. Can you show me where the meter is?"

"Sure, let me just go and get my mask."

When I came back out I said, "Thanks for coming by so late, I was assuming somebody would be by tomorrow."

"Well, you did call the emergency line, we are on call 24-7."

"Oh, well, uh, I'm not sure it's exactly an emergency, it's been leaking for a while and my water bills are through the roof, but it's not gushing or anything. Sorry if I called the wrong number."

"Well, I'm here now, so I might as well take a look," she said cheerfully. Her eyes shone in the darkness above her bright red mask, which some attractive wrinkles on the side that gave them a perpetual smile. "At least you were here. I had a call earlier in the day from a woman who it turned out was in California."

Her voice was high pitched, sweet and girlie without being sickly, with a hint of breathiness that I found very sexy. She couldn't have been more than five feet high. Pressing into my thoughts was an awareness of the bulge of her breasts inside her overalls.

I walked her down the side of the road to where the meter was hidden behind a brambly acacia.

"Whoah, that's quite a rat's nest you've got there."

She pulled off the cover and shone her light inside.

"And that's quite a swamp."

"Yeah, I couldn't even read the meter, the water kept covering it up before I had a chance."

She went to her truck and came back with what looked like a huge syringe, about two feet long and six inches in diameter, and started sucking out the water and pumping it onto the desert. When the level was low enough she shone her light and told me the reading. As I feared, it was a lot more than the reading on my last bill.

"The leak is on your side of the meter, so it's not the water company's responsibiity, unfortunately. Do you want me to shut the water off?"

"Well, that would be inconvenient. I guess I can get a plumber to come fix it first thing in the morning."

"OK, well, sorry I couldn't be more help."

She looked at the binoculars around my neck.

"Have you been trying to see the comet?"

"Yes, have you seen it yet?"

"I keep looking, but I think the sky isn't dark enough."

"Do you want me to show you through the binoculars? I found it earlier this evening, it's really pretty."

"Ooh, I'd love that, thanks!"

We walked down into the wash. I handed her the binoculars and pointed out the approximate position.

"If you press that button on the top it will stabilize the image. You might want to focus on a bright star first."

She scanned the sky for a while.

"Not seeing anything yet."

"Here, let me point you."

I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her to where I knew the comet was. Her shoulders were plump and muscular. It felt good after all these months. She tensed up momentarily, and then relaxed, as if to say it felt good to her too.

"Now scan up and down. Higher. No, lower. A bit lower."

"I see it, I see it!"

"Isn't it amazing?"

"It's beautiful. I haven't seen a comet since I was 10 years old. My mother took me out in the desert early one morning to see Halley's comet."

"I was 30 years old then. It was spectacular."

"So, you're 20 years older than me, 64."

The statement hung there. I kept my hand on her shoulders, even though it was no longer necessary. They felt comfortable there, moulded somehow. We were silent for a while. It was a companionable, easy silence, a mutual and agreeable silence, in which there began to build a current of reciprocal desire.

"Lower."

For a while I thought she was talking about the binoculars. Then lifted my hands from her shoulders and moved in to cup them around her breasts.

"Oh god, it's been so long."

"Me too."

I pressed my growing erection against her soft behind. She pulled the straps of her overalls off her shoulders and removed her bra. I put my hand back on her naked flesh. Her nipples were large and proud and I twirled them gently between my fingers.

"Oh yes, do that harder." Her voice was thicker now, with a moaning urgency.

I reached one hand down the front of her overalls, inside her panties.

"Wow, that's quite a rat's nest you've got there."

She laughed and asked, "Do you like it that way?"

"Very much."

I slide a finger between her folds.

"And that's quite a swamp."

"Maybe you should pump it out?"

"What do you think CDC guidelines say about fucking someone from behind with masks on?"

"I'm sure it's fine if it's out of doors."

She pulled her overalls and panties down and I stripped out of my shorts and underwear and plunged my now very hard cock into her hairy cunt, holding onto her breasts while I ground my crotch into her big delicious ass.

"Oh god, this feels so good, it's been so long, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard."

"I love your hot wet hairy cunt."

"I love your big fat hard cock."

We both felt the rising tide as orgasmic vibrations flooded our bodies, pounding and grunting, feeling and fucking, until the dam burst and we cried out into the night, my ejaculation flooding inside her. We rested for a while, panting, enjoying the night sounds of the desert. Then I sighed and pulled out of her and we started pulling on our clothes.

She turned to me, bright eyes above a red mask.

"What a great night. I got to see a comet in the sky and feel a cock inside my pussy."

"Now that we've fucked, I feel like I should know your name."

"Mary, and I know you are Jack from paperwork."

"Pleased to meet you, Mary."

"Oh no, the pleasure was all mine."

"I think there was enough for both of us."

We hesitated for a while, wondering whether to take the next step.

I asked, "Would you like to . . . "

"I'd love to. Are you free Saturday?"

"Yes."

"Great, I'll drop by around three. Maybe you can plug the leaks in my other holes."

"I would love that."

"See you then!"

She hitched up her overalls and strode to the truck, letting out a huge scream of relief and delight and raw joy.