All the good looks in the world did not exclude me from menial tasks like fixing the toilet or other maintenance problems. Once he knew what I did for a living I couldn't get the landlord to do shit unless I fucked him and that felt like paying extra rent.
So off to the hardware store I went to get a new shower head. There was, however, one difference between me and most woman at the hardware store. I didn't go out unless I was dressed to the nines.
The looks? Oh ya, men liked to look and look. My rule of thumb was that I could get guys stumbling over each other to help me without having to chase someone down another aisle only to hear 'that's not my section'.
And, if I happened to come across a paying customer who wanted to take me home, all the better.
The ensemble for the day was my trusty black tights and heels and barely covering my rear was a light weight, high collared leopard print jacket with only a lace bra underneath that.
Doesn't that just scream hardware store?
There was a greeter by the front door, there mainly to point you in the right direction. She was a much older woman who gave me the subtle look of disapproval of my wardrobe, knowing it wasn't meant for anything other than getting a man to tighten his nuts and install my ballcock.
"Aisle thirteen."
I could have called a plumber but they're so expensive, thought the pricey call girl, amusing myself.
I'd let the damage go for too long and now the toilet wouldn't flush and the shower head needed to be replaced. I might have done it myself but why waste the time and effort on something that I could get a horny guy to do just by asking?
I went to the plumbing aisle and went through a mock search for the proper parts and within a hardware heartbeat there was Travis, said his name tag.
"Can I help you find something?" the very cute sales associate asked.
Down at the end of the aisle where Travis came in, two other associates bumped into each other trying to beat Travis to wait on me.
"I've got bathroom problems."
His eyes were having a hell of time focusing above my shoulders and I wasn't helping him out any, suggestively moving like a runway model.
He knelt down to show me something and his view of my hemline was perfect. I always had great legs and thought, when I worked in fast food, we'd have sold even more hamburgers if we could have somehow put my legs on display at the drive thru. Clear plexiglass lower panel?
"Hard or soft spray?" he said, reminding me why we were there.
I knelt next to him, "I mostly like it hard," I suggested, "but if it starts out soft I like that too. Gives me a chance to get used to the heat."
He chuckled a little, "Well, so maybe..." and then he stopped as his mind decoded what I just said. "Well, so maybe something in between." He picked one off the shelf and put it in a basket. "This one's on sale."
"Okay, I just have to find someone to put it on the wall for me. I'm afraid I don't have those skills and I live alone." Ignoring the fact that I could hire a plumber he tried giving me a mini tutorial.
"...so using an adjustable wrench you just have to..."
My eyes were glazing over.
"...pipe tape if you need it..."
Finally, seeing that I was quickly becoming comatose he stopped talking, looked at me and said, "Well maybe I could stop by after work. It wouldn't take long."
"And the toilet too?" I said, getting greedy. "I d be glad to compensate you."
"Sure, and the toilet too."
"Oh, thank you so very much. I'm Haley by the way." I quickly scribbled my name, address and cell number on the back of his business card. He said he'd come straight from work and be there about six. I checked out and left, giving a wave to the reluctant greeter.
***
I had a regular incall scheduled at 4:30, leaving his work early on every other Thursday to fuck me before heading home. He got so excited on the drive over that he would nearly cum in his pants before I could get my dress off. I was confident I'd have plenty of time to tidy up before Travis got here.
But wouldn't you know it, this was the day when my regular decided to pledge his undying love and swore he'd leave his wife for me. This was an all too common occurrence when clients would forget that this was a business transaction and not a date. I talked him down off the romantic ledge and that left me a scant 20 minutes to get myself together.
I threw on a yellow sundress, no underwear and brushed my hair. I kept it minimal, cute and barefoot. I always felt it was important to dress for the occasion.
Travis was right on time. Without my trademark heels he towered over me, just what I was going for. Helpless damsel with funky toilet rescued by handy hunk.
He was still wearing his store vest and name tag and had a small toolbox. He kept looking at me like he couldn't believe his luck. "Do you have any preferences as to where I start?"
Actually, I did. "How about the toilet and then the shower? Follow me."
As he worked in the tank I stayed in the room, close enough for an occasional hand on his shoulder but not impeding his work. My job...
Flirt.
"So, I bet you're popular with the ladies."
"Oh, I'm kinda on the shy side, especially with real pretty girls. You know, like you."
"You think I'm pretty?" I said, playing the modesty card.
"Are you kidding? It was all any of the guys could talk about after you left the store. And then I made the mistake of telling them I was helping you and they wouldn't stop talking about it."
"Were you bragging?"
"Ya, I guess I was. I mean, you're amazing."
"Thank you, Travis. You're pretty cute yourself."
I touched the hair at the nape of his neck.
"So, how's it going?" I asked, not really caring about the toilet.
"Almost done."
"Can I get you something to drink? Beer, wine, water?"
"Wow, a beer would be great."
I thought so too. He was nervous so I poured two cans in an oversized beer stein so my guest could relax a bit.
"Gee, that's a big glass. I better watch it or you'll have to carry me out of here."
"You're so sweet for helping me."
He took a couple of healthy swigs. "Believe me, it's my pleasure."
"There, let's test it out." He stood up and successfully flushed the newly healed commode. "I'll knock out the shower head now. It'll only take a few minutes."
He took another beer hit and stepped in the tub with his wrench and had the new head installed in a flash. "There you go. Everything's in."
"Should I test it?"
"Sure, I'd better leave you to it." He collected his tools and started for the door. I put my hand on his chest.
"Would you mind staying until we're sure there aren't any leaks?"
"Oh, sure, I guess," he said taking another large gulp of beer.
I stepped back slightly and lifted the sun dress
off over my head. His jaw dropped as I stood smiling and naked before him. "Holy..."
"I can test it better from inside the shower." As I went to step into the tub I not so subtly touched the bulge in his kakis. He audibly gasped and stiffened up.
Inside the glass enclosure I moved seductively, touching myself and pressing my body against the glass. I can only imagine what the view was like when I spread my ass across the glass panel. I looked back over my shoulder and he was touching himself. I turned around to him and did the same with my tits. He mouthed, 'What the fuck?...'
Opening the shower door a crack, I extended my hand, "Care to join me so I can compensate you properly?"
His sex was on autopilot by then and he had his clothes off without a word. He saved the best for last and as he lowered his underwear his hefty cock sprung to attention. This time it was me who gasped.
Once inside the shower he grabbed my ass and drew me to him, leaning down to kiss me. In heels I always gave the illusion of stature but my naked petite frame was swallowed up by his size.
I squatted down underneath the spray and as the water covered my head I sucked his hardware. It turned me on watching the water run down his six pack. I sucked him harder, licking the shaft and sucking his balls while he moaned, "Haley...can I fuck that rocking bod?"
"Any way you want, boy toy, just fuck me."
He turned me toward the towel bar, I held on and waited for his penetration. He guided the head, just leaning it against my swollen entryway. The anticipation put me on the edge and as he placed his hands on my hips, suddenly he plunged his meat into my pussy and I exploded. "Ohhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk, baby!!!" His excitement lifted my feet off the tub floor and as soon as he reached up and held my tits I came again. "Ahhhhhh, shit, that feels so good."
"Best fuck ever," he said, slamming into my kitty until I thought I'd pass out. It was intense. He spun me around facing him and picked me up like I was nothing and lowered me onto his cock. I was too caught up in the euphoria to take into consideration the riskiness of the move on a slippery tub but he was strong. With my arms around his neck he pumped my pussy for all it was worth and stuck his tongue in my mouth.
As he bounced me on his pole I yelled, "Fuck me, you horny bastard!" I was amazed at how long he held me aloft until he announced, "I'm gonna cum, Haley."
He set me down and I squatted before his cock, "Cum on my face, baby. I want you to smear your hot cum all over my pretty face!"
That was all the dirty encouragement he needed. With the shower stream splashing his back he moaned and jerked a huge wad across my mouth and down my cheeks. He stepped behind me so I could wash away the sticky sex under the newly installed spray. Trying to be cute I said, "You give good head." We laughed together and when we stepped from the shower he took a towel from the hook and instead of drying himself he methodically applied it to every inch of my body. It was so sensual I came close to another orgasm.
