Before you read this story I just felt the need to make a small disclaimer letting you know that this story has minimal plot, so if you are looking for something with a deeper story to it, then I would advise you to look at one of my other stories.
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This is just like the plot of a bad porn movie. I think this as I am standing behind the plumber that has come to take a look at the leaking pipe under my sink.
Due to the current state of the world, he is the first guy I have had in my home for months and from the moment he stepped inside, I have been unable to stop myself thinking about him laying some other pipe than just what he might have to replace under my sink.
He is currently on his knees with his head under my sink and I am standing there, looking at his ass and wondering what it would feel like if I squeezed it with my hands while he was pumping his dick in and out of me.
I am more than a little aroused. My nipples are hard against my shirt and I have a tingling feeling between my legs that is slowly getting more insistent.
He, on the other hand, has been nothing but professional since he knocked on my door. He even called me ma'am when he first greeted me, despite the fact that we are probably around the same age. I, of course, immediately asked him to call me Lexi, my full name being Alexis, and he in return told me to call him Chris.
I had tried making some small talk, but it was kinda awkward with his head being buried under the sink. I did learn a few interesting things before the conversation dried up though. He is single, having gotten out of a relationship a few months prior. His prior relationship was with a woman, so I know he is into women. He also told me that business has been slow the last couple of months, so he doesn't have any other appointments today after mine.
All of this, of course, made me very aware that there is nothing stopping the fantasies in my mind from coming true. Well, nothing except me not having any clue how to go about making it happen.
This would be so much easier if it actually was a porn movie. If it was I would either just bend down behind him and put my hands on his ass, or I would somehow end up bending over, with him having to bend over behind me to reach something, making his hard penis come into contact with my ass.
Part of me wish that I had the courage to just ask, but I have never been that forward. Even thinking about it puts images into my head of how humiliating it would be if I asked and he said no. Rationally I know that it wouldn't matter, since I am likely never going to see him again after today, but that doesn't really help.
So I am left standing there, starring at his ass and getting hornier by the minute.
Before I can come to a decision, he moves out from under the sink and starts to stand back up.
As he comes to his feet I can't help but let my eyes drift down to his crotch and imagine what is hidden under his pants.
He clears his throat, making me look up and meet is eyes. "Ma'am, I mean, Lexi, was there something else you wanted me to take a look at."
Realizing that he must have seen where my eyes were looking and that I have been unconsciously rubbing my legs together, I blush and look down.
He takes a step closer to me. "Hey, my eyes are up here."
I quickly snap my eyes back up to his face and see him looking at me with a crooked smile.
"I was just...I..." Unable to figure out what to say I stammer something unintelligible.
"You were wondering if I had a different kind of pipe for you hidden in my pants?"
Ignoring the fact that his line would be bad, even for a porn script, I quietly nod, still having a hard time looking him in the eyes.
"Well in that case..." he says as he moves towards me.
He puts his arms around me and roughly pull me against him. He moves one of his legs forward, pushing it in between mine and applying pressure against my jeans-covered crotch.
The feeling of his thigh against my lady parts and my breasts pushed against his chest is enough to make me let out a moan.
Leaning his head forward, he catches my mouth before the moan can fully escape and I feel his tongue push into my mouth in a hot demand.
I meet his tongue with my own in a deep kiss, while I slide my hands around his back, clenching my hands in the back of his shirt and pulling his body against mine.
I can feel the thigh between my legs repeatedly flex and relax, sending small waves of pleasure through my body.
A little surprised at my own sluttiness, I can't help but start rubbing my crotch against his thigh, moaning loudly into the kiss, as the increased friction spikes my pleasure level.
After a few moments of this, Chris reaches his hands down onto my butt and lifts me up from the floor as if I weigh nothing. I hang on tightly with my hands and wrap my legs around him to help make sure I don't fall. This changes my position, so that instead of his thigh pressing between my legs, I now have something else pressing against me. I can feel his hard cock, throbbing through both of our pants and I can't help but rub myself against it in reply.
"Fuck, that's hot," Chris mutters as he briefly breaks our kiss to turn his head and look behind him.
Not wanting my mouth to be lonely, I lean forward and put my lips against the side of his throat, gently sucking on it while letting my tongue slide out between my lips to lick his skin.
At this Chris lets out a groan and I feel my nether parts respond by clenching and sending a wave of pleasure through my body.
Still holding me with his hands on my butt, Chris turns around and carries me a couple of steps. The reason for him looking behind him becomes apparent as he lowers me down onto the countertop.
After putting me down, he tries stepping back, but I am not ready to let go, so I tighten my arms and legs around him, keeping his body and that wonderfully hard rod in his pants, against me.
Chris gives a small laugh before reaching behind him and grabbing onto my hands, gently trying to pry them apart. "I can't take off your pants unless you let me go."
At this annoyingly logical argument, I let him pull my arms from around him and release him with my legs.
As soon as I release him, Chris steps back, putting some space between us, and reach down to the front of my jeans