The next afternoon, I had barely gotten in the house when the phone rang. I trotted over to the telephone and picked it up.
“Hello.” I said.
“Is that you ass hole?” I heard a female voice ask.
I was somewhat confused for a moment before realizing who was at the other end of the call. “Yeah it’s me Carol. What’s up?” I responded as airily as I could.
She replied, “It’s about time you got home. Where you been?” Then she rushed on, “Come on over here. I’ve got some things I need you to help me with.”
I said, “Sure. I’ll be right over as soon as I use the can.”
“You better make it quick.” She responded and hung up.
I really didn’t have to use the bathroom, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. I walked to the back of the house, stalled for a minute, and then headed back out the door.
Carol opened the door without me even knocking. I stepped into the house and she quickly shut the door behind me. Her house was dark and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the gloom.
Carol was dressed in a loose fitting housedress. It was dark, either black or dark blue, with big bright flowers all over it. The dress didn’t have a belt and buttoned down the front. From what I could see it was buttoned all the way to the collar, and that was not promising.
She walked past me and moved deeper into the house saying as she passed, “Follow me.”
There was little I could do other than follow her instructions. I followed her from the living room into the hall where she opened the door to a closet and stood back.
“Up there.” She said simply.
“Up there what?” I asked confusedly.
She replied, “You need to get that tool kit down.” She pointed to a small toolbox on the shelf of the closet and smiled.
I said slowly, “Ok.” And I stepped up and grabbed the toolbox.
As soon as I had the toolbox in my hands and lifted it from the shelf Carol ran her arms around my body and pressed herself tight against my back. She rubbed back and forth against me, I could tell from the softness of her breasts against my back that she was at least naked to the waist.
“Mmmm, that feels good. Do you like it too?” She purred.
“Oh yeah,” I said. It feels great to me too.
She kissed me lightly on the neck, let me go and turned away. “Follow me.” She said as she moved away.
I followed her down the hall and into the kitchen. “The faucet is leaking. I need you to fix it for me.” She stated simply.
I was a bit confused. I had expected to have sex with this slightly pregnant vixen, but she seemed intent to turn me into her handyman instead of her lover. “Oh hell.” I thought to myself in frustration. But to Carol I simply replied, “Sure, I can do that.”
The sink was old fashioned with an open cabinet and a small curtain covering the front. The curtain had been pulled back exposing the piping to view. All the usual stuff you find under sinks was stacked off to the side out of the way. I mumbled to Carol, “You were all ready for me weren’t you.”
She replied simply, “Oh yeah.” She smiled and then continued, “It’s nice to have a nice young man living next door. To help me out around the house every once in a while, you know.”
I sat the toolbox down in front of the sink. I got down on my hands and knees and peered under the sink. There definitely was a leak somewhere, I could see a small puddle of water on the floor. I took a rag from the sink and wiped up the water. Then I got a crescent wrench and a pair of channel locks out of the box and crawled under the sink.
It was really dark under there. I used my fingers to trace the piping from the wall to the faucet. It felt bone dry, “The leak must be in the drain pipe.” I thought out loud, but I couldn’t see well enough to tell exactly where. “Could you get me a flashlight or something?” I asked. “I can’t see a thing under here.” I continued.
“I don’t have one.” She replied. Then she said, “Maybe this will help.” And she pulled the curtains together cutting out all light to me.
I was about to point out to her that now I really couldn’t see when I felt her hands tugging at my belt. I figured that this was a promising turn of events as I felt her hands begin to work at the waistband of my jeans, and then unzipping my fly.
She started to tug at my pants and I raised my ass off the floor to allow her to pull first my jeans down and then my jockeys. As I lay there exposed to the world, but with my view of that same world cut off by the curtain I got a chilling thought. “What if her husband or kids walk in while I’m naked.”