“Hello, is that Mr Jones, the plumber?”
“Yes, this is he, who is it please?”
Oh, hello Mr Jones, you don’t know me, but live just across the way from the house that you were working at today, and I have a little problem. I saw your truck, and the name on the side, so I just called Mrs Kaminski for your number. I forgot to write it down earlier.”
“You have a plumbing problem you say Mrs…..?”
“Oh I am sorry, I didn’t tell you my name, I an Mrs Bennet. And yes I do, the problem is my shower, it is hardly working at all, normally my husband would look at it, but, he wont be home until next week. It has been like this for a couple of days now, and I can’t cope, I just can’t.”
Lee could tell from her voice, that she was getting a little upset, so he spoke quietly, trying to reassure her.
“Not to worry Mrs Bennet, even though I have finished at the Kaminski’s, I do have a little free time in the morning. How does 9.30 sound? I am sure it wont take long to sort out your problem.”
That seemed to calm her down, and she told him the house number, and said she would see him in the morning. Lee’s wife said nothing as he sat on the couch again, by her side. She was used to his work calls by now, but she was pleased that he had abandoned the 24-hour service, that had been a killer. The next morning dawned hot and sunny, as it had been for every day since July 4th, three weeks now. Lee again donned his sneakers, shorts and T-shirt; he had to be comfortable working in this heat. If Mrs Bennet didn’t like it, tough, that was her problem. At precisely 9.30am, Lee parked the pick up in Mrs Bennett’s drive, and carried his tools to the door, putting them down while he rang the bell and waited.
The door opened slowly, to reveal a tall woman, with dark hair, clad in only a short nightdress, and an open housecoat.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“Lee Jones Mrs Bennet, the plumber, your shower.”
“Oh, Mr Jones, oh dear me, I had forgotten you were coming, and here I am, still in my night clothes, oh dear, you had better come in, please.”
Lee looked at her, make up perfect, not a hair out of place, nails painted. Straight away he realised, the shower was a subterfuge, all she wanted was fucking.
“Another one,” he thought to himself “Ah well Mrs, Bennet, you will get what you want, but you will fucking pay for it too.”
Lee followed her indoors, looking at her as she walked, wobbling a little on her heels, but it did make her look good. She took him to the bathroom, and stood by the shower. She must have known how revealing her clothes were, the nightdress almost see through, giving Lee glimpses of her neatly trimmed bush, and her hard nipples, begging to be licked almost. He could see her watching him, taking in his muscular tanned legs and arms, glancing at his shorts. He knew that within a few minutes, he would have this beautiful horny lady on the end of his cock. He decided to play along with her little game, and to tease her a little with some innuendos.
“So Mrs Bennet, what is it that you are not getting, from your shower I mean, what is so sadly lacking in your life?”
