Neighbor Girl

Chapter 4: Plumber

Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments and suggestions (and even constructive criticisms) are welcomed.

"That was Yuka," Her first words off the phone gave me a start.

It was Saturday, four days later. I expected to hear from Yuka soon, but I never expected it so early in the morning. She and my wife were scheduled to go out later that night. I was looking forward to what might happen when they returned, after a few drinks in both of them, maybe they would even return with another movie. I expected to again see Yuka later in the day, but never expected her to call during breakfast.

"What did she want?" I asked hesitantly to my wife when she again returned to the kitchen table.

"She's got some kind of problem with the drain in the bathroom," Katie informed. "She was wondering if you could come over to take a look; maybe fix it."

I wasn't sure what it meant. Did she really have a plumbing problem? Or was it just an excuse to start some new fantasy the girls might have dreamed up? I couldn't be sure, but it had been 4 days, 4 full days without relief. Katie withheld sex from me all week. I half-expected Yuka to show up the previous day, on the anniversary of my first two performances, but no mention was made of her. My wife rolled over in bed and refused to even discuss sex the entire week.

If it really was a plumbing problem, then it wouldn't be the first time. I had helped unclog her kitchen sink 4 times since we moved in. As good as Yuka was at cooking, she didn't seem to grasp the concept of flushing the remains slowly down the garbage disposal.

"I suppose I should take a look," I noticed my hands shake as I took another sip of my coffee. I felt excited, yet at the same time apprehensive. On the one hand, I really needed it! On the other, I feared what the two of them might have dreamed up next. Secretly, I hoped it was the start of another fantasy. I hoped to just get it over with.

"And one more thing before you go over," My wife spoke as I got up to go. "Take off your clothes first."

"What?" I hesitated. My heart skipped. A twinge of excitement passed through my veins.

"I said take off your clothes first," She reiterated what I clearly heard the first time. "It might get messy. It'll probably get a little wet. I don't want you to dirty your clothes, so take them off first."

This was it! I realize I would soon get what I wanted, yet at the same time felt hesitant. Already I could feel my cock start to grow.

"You mean take them off now?" I attempted to clarify.

"Yes, right now!" Her words gave me no doubt.

Slowly, while still standing at the kitchen table, I stripped. One by one I placed each piece of clothing on the chair where I had just sat. First my shoes and socks, then shirt, and finally my pants. I hesitated just before taking off my shorts to look for a reaction from Katie, but saw none. She played the part perfect.

"That's excellent!" Her only reaction was a slight smile when she looked up to see my erection. "You better hurry and get over there."

I felt anxious to go, but first turned towards the bedroom. "Just let me get my robe first."

"Oh no you don't!" She spoke sternly as I passed behind her. "No robe. Go as you are."

I stopped, unsure if I was to really step outside in the nude. And not only nude, but wearing an erection too!

"But it's daylight!" I pointed out the obvious. "What about the neighbors?"

"Screw the neighbors," She brushed my concern aside. "Go through the back yard. They'll never see! You can always run if you want."

I stood behind her wishing I could see the reaction on her face. Somehow I knew a smile stood on the other side. I felt a devilish little smile form on her lips as she contemplated the possibility of yet another neighbor seeing me in the raw.

Turning, I went to go. I stepped to the back door, looked around to make sure no one was out, and then walked with a quick pace over to the next house. Half way there I remembered my tools, but then realized I already carried the only tool that was needed.

* * * * *

Thankfully, Yuka answered the door after only a single knock. I half-expected her to leave me standing outside her back door just for fun. Still wearing an erection, I didn't bother covering it. Yuka had already seen me twice already. She was sure to see me a lot more after I walked into her house.

"Thank you Jason!" Her eyes took notice as the door opened. I couldn't be sure for what she meant the word of thanks. Did she thank me for showing up so quickly to lend assistance? Or was she thanking me for exposing my cock? Either way, I just wanted to get inside before someone else might see me.

"Katie said you..." I staggered. "I mean your sink? Help with your sink?" I could hardly speak. My heart beat quickly. Breaths came in gasps from both the run through the back yard and in anticipation of what might happen next.

Yuka took a careful look at me.

I, at the same time, took a careful look back at her. Yuka wore a towel. Her hair was wet, and it looked like she had just stepped out of the shower. The towel wrapped around her midsection to cover all of the important parts but nicely came down low enough in front to expose the tops of swelling mounds.

"Sorry to be such a bother," She quickly regained her composure enough to show me inside. "But I was washing up in the bathroom when they drain wouldn't go down any more."

My eyes naturally roamed to her upper chest. They also noticed the substantial bulge beneath the towel. Clearly, Yuka wore no bra. Her boobs did an excellent job at providing a shelf on which to hold up the towel.

"I'll show you."

My eyes followed her backside as she walked to the bathroom. I noticed her legs. I wondered about her ass, and then wondered about her pussy on the opposite side too. I couldn't know if she wore a panty beneath. Thoughts of her pussy lying exposed just on the other side of the towel gave my cock an extra kick - not that it needed any.

"I tried to get it unclogged myself," Her behavior got me even more aroused than the towel. She spoke as though nothing was unusual. She acted like naked men showed up at her door every day.

"I watched you the other times," She turned to smile down at me. "I mean I watched you unclog the drains when you came over the other times to help. I bought the tools and thought I could do it myself, but this time something else is wrong."

Her bathroom was a mess. The sink was half full of water, the drain closed. Two wrenches laid along side all the rest of the girly paraphernalia common to a woman's countertop. She had already taken the trap off from under the sink. A cookie tray smartly held the water that had invariably leaked out below.

"You really did try to fix it!" I said my first coherent sentence since entering her house. Half expecting it to be a rouse just to get me over, I saw she really did have a problem with the drain.

"See it's not in the trap like the other time," She held up the trap so I could take a look for myself. "Water still goes through it," She demonstrated with the water in the sink. "I can't figure out what is wrong."

"You're right," I confirmed her findings. "That means the clog is somewhere else down the drain."

"Then what do I do next?"

"Just let me take a look first."

For a few seconds, I almost forgot about my own nudity. My natural mechanical mind became preoccupied with correcting the problem at hand. I thought only of the clogged pipe, of where the clog might be, of what I should do as the next step to fix it. I thought little of my naked body.

My nudity returned only when my head disappeared beneath the sink.

"That's very fine!" I heard Yuka say in hardly a whisper.

Only her feet remained visible. She stood just behind me. On my knees, with my head buried under the sink, I left her with an unencumbered view of my naked ass. For a moment, I wondered if she was looking. A moment later, I felt sure she was. The movie from two weeks before gave no doubt. I could feel her looking directly at my ass.

A few seconds later I felt something else. Something touched my ass. It felt smooth and warm, and it touched me right between the cheeks.

I jumped. My head hit the bottom of the sink.

"You all right down there," Yuka spoke with concern. The feeling left my ass. It had happened so fast I couldn't be sure. It felt almost like a dildo, but then was gone a moment later.

I protected my ass by turning around, which made it even worse.

"Even better!" She spoke in mock amusement, teasing me, letting me know what she could see. Only her feet remained visible. Her eyes stayed hidden. She could look as much as she wanted, and I knew she took advantage of every second of it.

The realization that Yuka was staring down at my erect cock made me even harder. It started to throb as I lay buried beneath the sink, and then I felt it start to pre-cumm too.

"Oh yes, very fine!" She spoke as I felt the wetness. My body was unable to withstand the arousal of the moment.

"Can you see anything yet?" She regained her composure enough to ask a minute later.

"Nothing obvious," I lied. In fact, the flashlight revealed a small red ball lodged firmly into the pipe. I immediately Yuka put it there herself, probably jammed it in from below just to get me under her sink in the raw.

"Well I'm seeing quite a lot," She let me in on her little secret. "Keep looking. I'm in no hurry."

Indeed she wasn't. Yuka enjoyed looking at a naked man in the flesh, and she especially seemed to enjoy looking at full men. I knew that much from the movie. Now she demonstrated.

Then, I felt it again. My body jumped. Something smooth touched the side of my cock.

"Hope you don't mind if I entertain myself while you work?" She let out a giggle as the feeling remained. It felt mechanical, like plastic. It first stroked a few times up and down the side, and then rounded around to the underside. Whatever Yuka held in her hand, she used it to push on my hard-on, pushing it to the side and then pushing it up from below. I didn't have to look to know when she had it pointed straight up into the air.

"I guess I don't mind," I answered after a long pause, staggering, not quite believing what was happening.

"Good!" The normally shy Yuka lost most of her inhibitions. "Because I like to play."

She played while I worked. Or rather, she played. I couldn't do much work. I couldn't do much of anything under the sink. The feeling was incredible; the stroking, exquisite. I could hardly think straight.

Yuka seemed to know what she was doing, as if she had practiced many times before. She played upon my erect cock as though she was experimenting with it, pointing it all directions, testing how much it could bend, its firmness, how much she could pull it back. The smooth feeling of the tool stroked up and down and then through the wetness forming on the tip. I pre-cummed, and then I continued to pre-cumm even more.

Curiosity eventually overtook me. I glanced down the length of my body to see her play. I couldn't see much out the narrow opening of the bathroom cabinet, but I could see enough. I saw her hand and the object in it.

Quickly, I turned away. I couldn't take the sight. Clearly, she held a dildo. It even contained the bulbous head of a cock, the mushroom tip of a hard cock. Yuka was using her dildo on me, and I couldn't help but imagine where the dildo had been. In my mind, an image formed of her using it on herself, stroking it in and out, using it for what it was intended to be used for. I had a hard time imagining that shy little Yuka even owned a dildo, much less was capable of using it like she was.

"How's it going down there?" She broke my concentration with a question, asking it as she waved my cock back and forth with the dildo, pushing it from one side and then quickly pushing it back from the other.

"Fine!" I staggered for a loss for words, and I think in a higher than normal pitch in my voice too.

"Take your time," Then she offered. "I've got plenty of time. You have all morning."

I sighed at the implication of her words. There was no way I would be able to last all morning. There was no way I would last another 5 minutes. In fact, I wanted to reach down, grab my own cock, and let my hand fly. I didn't care if Yuka saw me doing myself. In fact, I think she would have enjoyed watching me.

Even better, I wished Yuka would grab it. The plastic dildo was enough to make me feel incredibly horny, but not nearly enough to push me over the edge. It was like a torture device designed to make my cock pre-cumm but not enough to force it into a real cumm.

"I like it best like this," At one point she let me know her favorite position of my cock. She pushed on it from below and made it stick straight up into the air. "It looks like a rocket this way."

"Oh fuck!" I couldn't help but cry out at both her actions and at her words.

"Something wrong?" She giggled in response, pushing me so that my cock pointed even higher. "You drop something? You break something under there?"

"No," I assured the shy little vixen seated below me. Yuka played the part well. She acted as if I no more than dropped a tool or stripped a pipe under the sink, rather than her playing with my own tool. I could hardly stand it, and just when I could stand it no longer it got worse.

"Fuck!" I jumped when Yuka turned it on.

It vibrated! I realized it wasn't just a dildo, but she was touching me with her vibrator.

"Oh Yuka!" I invariably cried out.

"Yes Jason," She answered in mock amusement. "Did you want something?"

"No!" I answered in a high pitched squeal.

My cock started to throb. I felt the pre-cumm begin to flow. Not just drip, but she made wetness almost flow out the tip of my cock. My wife had never used a vibrator on me. No one ever had. I figured Yuka had seen it in one of her movies and now tried it out on me.

The vibrator stroked up and down. She used it to arouse me, and then to make me even more aroused. Most of the time she left my cock in her favorite position, like a rocket. I felt as though it was about to launch. I fought a tremendous desire to grab it - even if that's precisely what Yuka wanted me to do.

A few minutes later the doorbell came to my rescue. It rang, and she immediately stopped and pulled the vibrator away. I felt relieved for a moment, and then empty. She hadn't used the vibrator portion for long. I could hardly stand it when she did use it, and I wanted it back when it left me.

"I wonder who that could be?" She asked to herself. "You just keep working, Jason, and I'll go see who's at the front door."

Of course, I knew who it was. It was Katie, my wife. She had come to rescue me. Or rather, she came , but what would she think when she saw me like this. Defying Yuka's order, I wiggled out from under the sink and took a look down at myself. My cock looked harder than ever before. It also seemed to look bigger. And not only hard and big, but so damn wet too! The thing dripped in pre-cumm. It looked like I had just stuck my hard-on in a jar of clear oil and pulled it out again. I couldn't believe what Yuka had done to me, and then couldn't believe what she witnessed while doing it. A wave of shame came over me as I realized that Yuka had not only seen my cock as I now saw it, but she had watched it as it pre-cummed and turned into what I now witnessed.

"Oh Jason!" She called from down the hall. "Could you take a break and come out here please."

"Coming!" I started to say and then stopped, realizing the ironic implication of my words. I was indeed coming. First pre-cumming, and then I was going to cumm.

"Could you come on out here to the living room," Yuka insisted when I wasn't fast enough. "There's a friend of mine I'd like to show you off to."

I got up and walked out. I felt anxious. Mention of the living room tempted me. The living room of Yuka, where she just might have a coffee table like our own. If she did, I certainly was going to be asked to kneel in front of it. Then, I hoped, my wife would show me off once more.

I confidently walked out the bedroom and then walked down the hall. There was no need to dress. No need existed to even cover myself. I walked confident, bare, with my hands grasped behind me to give them full frontal view of my nudity. My cock stood up so hard that it hardly moved as I walked. It also dripped, pre-cumming even more from the remnant feelings of the vibrator. I walked quickly into the living room and stood before them.

"Oh my!" A new voice spoke.

I gasped. I almost fell over. The voice belonged to a new girl. The body sitting in the chair wasn't Katie, like I had assumed. My wife was still at home.

"Freeze!" Yuka shouted just as I started bringing my hands forward. "Keep them behind you."

I froze automatically. My hands stopped at my side. I paused, and then slowly reached behind me. I don't know why, but I just did it. Yuka's voice was a surprise. I don't think I had ever heard her shout before.

"Stay standing," She shouted again. "Stand at attention before my friend, Sharon."

My body stiffened. I stood upright, proud, and like an idiot with my erect cock before them. Her words had a double meaning, I realized. She didn't want me at attention, but my cock.

"This is Jason," Yuka then surprised me even more with her words. "He's my latest purchase."

The stranger named Sharon let out a smile. She was small and cute, like Yuka, with brunette hair and an oriental complexion. She also looked young, about the same age as Yuka, suggesting perhaps the two of them had grown up together. They could even have been related.

"Hi Jason!" Her sweet sounding voice greeted. The voice sounded innocent, naive, not at all like the typical voice of a woman with experience enough to look unfazed at a naked man standing before her.

"He doesn't talk," Yuka answered before I had a chance to say anything - not that I could have - and then added. "He only fucks."

"OI see!" The response came immediate. Sharon jumped. I might have too.

"And he fucks really well!" Yuka shocked me even more. "As you can see, we've just been going at it. He woke up with a hard-on this morning, and we've been going at it for the last two hours."

"Two hours!" She spoke amazed.

I felt just as amazed. Two hours! Impossible! No way could I go at it for two hours, especially with Yuka. Two minutes would be an achievement, yet I refused to say anything to argue against her testimony.

"Three orgasms so far!" Yuka let out a sigh. "He's really something. Jason's given me three orgasms so far this morning!"

Sharon gave the look of shock, and then she looked like she actually believed it. The sight of my dripping cock probably helped. So did the towel around Yuka's body. It indeed did look as if the two of us had just come from the bedroom. It looked like we had just experienced an intense fucking session.

"And not only long lasting," Yuka turned to me. "But as you can for yourself, he's got it where it counts too."

Sharon smiled. She also looked, looked at it. "Yes, I see!"

Indeed she could see. I remained standing before them like a human statue, allowing her to see, giving her eyes full access to my fullness.

"He's quite the fuck toy!" Yuka spoke in language I had never heard her speak before.

"He looks to be quite the cock slave too!" The stranger named Sharon agreed.

I couldn't believe the way the two of them spoke. They talked about me like I was an animal, like I was livestock, like I didn't really exist as a human being. Their only care was the object sticking out from between my legs.