My washer broke. I decided I'd try and fix it myself and I did. Then, not 2 days later, my sink sprayer broke. Following my streak of one, I decided to try and fix that as well. I snapped the trigger back on and it worked...for a second and then it stopped working again. I figured the hose needed to be replaced so I ran to the store, got a new sprayer and got under the sink to replace the old one. However, the sink is old and had not been touched for a decade. In my efforts to take off the old sprayer, I found hard water was holding it like cement. I couldn't get the wrench in at the right angle to get enough of a grip on the bolt to unscrew it so I called him.
He came over, tools in hand. He took my place under the sink and began the pain staking task of removing the old sprayer. After watching him for a few seconds, he asked me to try the water to make sure it wasn't on (even though I already told him I turned it off) so the water didn't spray everywhere as he took off the hose. I stepped on both sides of him and turned the faucet to prove it was off.
I knew the thought of me standing over him was probably turning him on so I decided to run with it. I reached under my oversized sweatshirt and started fondling my tits. I started talking about school knowing he would take a second to look at me in response. I knew he had seen me when he dropped the wrench. He watched as I felt up my own body and finally pulled my leggings down. I dropped them to my knees and began rubbing myself over my panties as I continued talking. He cleared his throat before telling me to stop so he could work on the sink. But the brat in me told me not to listen to him.
Instead, I dropped to straddle him, feeling his cock just a little fluffed in his sweatpants. I grabbed the counter and started grinding into him slowly. With each grind, I felt his cock start to stiffen. He felt the warmth between my thighs as he continued to focus on the old hose. He tried to keep his composure enough to keep working, but a slight groan slipped out.
I slid a hand up his sweatshirt to feel his abs as I continued to grind against him. I placed my other hand on his knee as I put more of my weight into his body. I slid my hand from under his sweatshirt past his waistband and grabbed for his cock. I slipped it over the top of his sweats and continued to grind my panties into him. He tried to protest so he could finish with the sink, but I didn't stop. I held his cock and sandwiched it between my hand and crotch as I continued to grind.
"Get the old hose off yet?"
