I find it easier to write stories based loosely on events that happened. Of course, they are embellished to give you the reader the most enjoyment.
My name is Josh. I'm a surfer type guy. You know the kind. Tanned, bushy blond hair, blue eyes and fit from hours of paddling in the ocean. I work as a plumber because as much as I love surfing, you can't eat waves.
Today I got an emergency call at a condominium complex on the coast. The owner was a good customer, so I jumped on the call immediately. It seems there was a burst washing machine hose or something upstairs and it was flooding the first-floor dining area. As well as I knew the owner, I did not know the tenants he rented to. I figured they'd be older fuddy duds like him.
Well, I was shocked to say the least when I rang the bell and the door opened revealing a cute young lady in her late twenties wearing
nothing
but a sheer floor length lingerie robe. I mean it was completely see-through. Trying to avoid the obvious, I looked up at her face. She had her head cocked and a phone cradled to her ear. She, however, was not looking at my face. Instead she stared directly at my faded jeans covered crotch. Her eyes slowly rose, up past my snug white T-shirt until they met mine and then she spoke.
"Yeah, he's cute," the green-eyed brunette announced to the unknown party on the other end of the line.
I'd completely forgotten why I was there as I stood speechless holding the replacement hose in one hand and my tool box in the other. Ending her phone conversation, she took control of the situation by saying, "Are you gonna just stand there, or are you coming in?"
Little did I know the dynamics of our encounter would remain much the same, with her in control. I followed her into the condo, taking advantage of her ahead of me so I could feast my eyes on her glorious completely sheer exposed ass. We entered the dining area and she turned to speak acting oblivious to the fact she was virtually nude. I'm sure she said something as I tore my eyes from this erotic sight and saw in fact there was water everywhere in the dining area.
"There's a laundry room above us and that's where the water is coming from," she said.
I mumbled something incoherent and followed her up the stairs where I was given clear view of her tush and plump shaved pussy from behind. We entered the laundry room, and I assessed the situation. The washing machine had been moved from its intended position, leaving the rubber supply hoses stretched tight. So tight in fact that one had burst. I set the new hose on top of the machine and crouched below the burst connection and attempting to gain control of the situation said, "Well here's the problem, when they moved the machine, they should have put on a longer hose. This one's too short."
With that, she picked up the new hose, and dangled it in front of me. She stroked her tiny hand up and down the hose like she was jacking a cock. And with a sultry voice she inquired, "Will this make it longer?"
Shit,
her
in control? OK, game on I thought. I mustered courage and stood up with my cock bulging in my jeans, and said, "No it won't, but it will make
this
longer".
And just as she did at the front door, she stared at my now swollen crotch and said, "When you're finished here, I'll be downstairs." With that she flashed an evil grin, turned, and the nubile nymph walked out of the room.
Normally it takes about five or ten minutes to replace a washing machine hose. This one took two minutes. I gathered my tools and headed downstairs with a rock-hard dick and fuzzy lust in my brain. Hell, I hadn't even asked her name. Maybe she'd already told me. I didn't know, didn't care. I entered the bar area between the dining area and the kitchen to find her sitting at the bar.
She turned and said, "Are you in a hurry or do you have time for a drink?"
Time for a drink? Hell, I'd clear my calendar for two weeks to spend 15 more minutes with this sex goddess. I paused for a moment to clear my head enough to give a coherent response. Before I could say anything, she patted the stool next to her and said, "Have a seat, is a beer OK?"
I nodded my head and took a seat. She turned on her barstool towards me, her green eyes momentarily locking with mine. She put her hand on my thigh for leverage as she stood. For a brief moment, her plump boobs with dark pink eraser sized nipples were just an inch from my face. The temptation to lean in and nibble her nipple was unbearable. As she moved, her hand lingered on my thigh and slid toward my crotch. She spun away and drifted into the kitchen to retrieve a beer. As she did, her seductive perfume wafted through my already overloaded senses.
Again, I was awarded free reign to visually ravage her barely covered naked body as she crouched and stood, bent over, crouched again, then bent and lingered. Thus allowing me the unfettered pleasure of staring at her welcoming cunt. When she returned with the beer and sat down, I could smell her sweet womanly musk as she passed me. She handed me the bottle of beer and sat slightly facing me. Her robe had opened a bit giving me a clear view of her gorgeous, pert tits.
I took a huge swig of the icy cold brew and finally mustered enough courage to ask her what she planned on doing.
She replied, "Nothing."
"Nothing?" I repeated. "You put me in this state and you're not going to do anything?"
