The Plumber's Nightmare

I guess I must have grunted involuntarily, when I banged my head for the third time, on the waste-disposal unit under the sink. I wasn't aware of it, but I guess she was, coming into the kitchen to ask if I was okay?

I couldn't move easily, my right arm stuck up between the sink-bowl and the back of the cabinet, as I tried to fix the new faucet. Actually, I had fixed it, but it had been a bitch to complete, and now I'd cut my thumb on the bracket holding the waste-disposal as I tightened the last connector. The kitchen was only about ten years old, but the faucet had rusted into the steel bowls -- a double-unit -- which had caused me all sorts of trouble.

Of course, the suggestions on the instructions leaflet for the new faucet mentioned, in passing, that undoing the old one

"Might be a problem!"

No shit Sherlock! Of course, the schmuck who'd written this 'advice' possibly didn't know how correct he'd been; and, two hours lying on my back, under the sink, with a bunch of towels hopefully cushioning me, and taking some of the pressure off my aching back, had really told me that I was getting too old for this shit!

The Lady of the house had called me three times over the last few months to come and "repair" something that had gone wrong with her house-plumbing. It wasn't a hard thing to contemplate. Not only was she quite good eye-candy but she didn't seem to mind paying the charges, which, I must admit had been 'slightly' loaded. I guess she was about forty-ish, but, although not pretty in the accepted, glamorous, sense, she had an air of being in control of herself and -- to my mind -- oozed a latent sensuality which I'm sure she knew was effective.

My little head certainly thought so and I was right there behind him!

I'd met her husband Stan, about a year ago, when he'd called my then-employer to 'fix' some leaks in the female toilets of his company; although the offices were leased, the landlords took -- seemingly -- very little responsibility for their renters' problems, and he'd grown tired of his girls complaining about "stuffed up toilets" though, to some extent, it was their fault, as they threw god-knows what down the pans... After I'd cleared up their mess, he was apologetic and asked for my card. Since then. I had been called privately into his home, initially by him, and then subsequently, by his wife.

And, for seemingly random reasons.

The first time had been when he needed a water-line run into his 3-car garage; seemed he was an amateur photographer and had decided to use the third garage space as his studio for developing and printing his "art prints" as he called them. In my stupidity, I thought he was out shooting scenery or such-like! Hah! But that discovery was for later. The job was quite involved, and, subsequently, I ended up installing a complete dark-room, with framing walls, power lines, plasterboard sheeting, and running-water sinks and the various knick-knacks that photographers need.

What had started off as a small job earned me a few thousand bucks, which was a very pleasant surprise! Money didn't seem to be a problem and I got to know the house fairly well.

Oh.

AND

the housewife!

As I said, not glamorous in the accepted sense, she did have that subtle air about her; there's a French phrase --

Je ne sais quoi

-- basically

'I don't know what"

-- but, I often caught her smiling at me, seemingly for no apparent reason, but also bringing me coffee and soft drinks in the course of these various 'works' that I was undertaking. I guess -- actually hoped -- there was something more behind the friendliness, and with that, possibilities flew through my mind as we both went about our separate days. Of course, I also knew this was playing with fire. But, shit!

(

Well, you've been there, haven't you?)

Now, here I was, almost trapped under this damned sink, cursing and trying not to bleed all over the inside of the cabinet. I heard her come into the kitchen and vaguely was aware of her standing by my feet. "Are you okay, Matt?" I was beginning to wriggle out of the space, and ended up on my back, free of the cabinet, on the floor, and 'Oh Christ', looking right up her skirt. This, I thought, was fairly obvious, but she showed no sign of either recognizing this fact, or possibly she was even enjoying my discomfort!

I answered as I remained lying flat out. "Uhm. Yep. No problem here, though I've cut myself, but I've got some Band-aids in my tool-chest." I started to haul myself up, but she didn't move out of the way. Shit! The only way to move was outwards, slithering on my back between her legs, and further into looking up at her. She was smiling. Damn! She

KNEW

what I could see, and Damn again! She didn't have any underwear on! The lightweight summer dress consisted of material that you could almost see through -- now that I was looking -- and that was all she wore!

She leaned down. "Here. Let me give you a hand." And, she reached down to grasp my right wrist and assist me getting to my feet, which I did, but I have to say, more slowly than was needed. As I stood, we were inches apart.

Had I mentioned that she had this sensuousness about her? Well, gotta tell ya; this was coming through in spades! I had almost backed up against the sink cabinet in a stupid attempt to get away from her, but she stood firm and her breasts suddenly were "right there". Shit! What to do?

But she took things into her own hands. No decorous stepping back either. "C'mon Matt, you know you want to touch, don't you?" She paused as I gulped. "Well, I want you to touch them." Seemingly, her breasts thrust themselves at me, and I'm no bloody saint. You don't offer a man this kind of temptation without him reacting. I could see trouble on the horizon but, well, shit, what would

you

do?

I reached up with my right hand, and slowly caressed her left breast. Damn it! She wasn't wearing a bra! Oh Fuck! In an instant, she had closed her eyes as my other hand went to the other breast. "Come on, Matt. That's what I like."

I could never let a Lady down, could I? I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples which suddenly grew under my caresses, as she groaned and stepped closer to me. Her arms came around my neck and she pulled me in for a kiss. Damn. She was hungry, and my little head was reacting against any thoughts of letting go. And, I returned her kisses with enthusiasm.

Oh Fuck. What was I doing? But, suddenly, a fire came over us and blew us away. I held her as we tongue-wrestled and she reached down between us, grasping me in a firm hand, and stroking me to an even harder state.

I had to know. "Where's your husband? Is he coming home soon?" She pulled back a little, slightly gasping herself.

"No, He's on his way to Seattle for a weekend conference, and I'm sure he's taken his itty-bitty secretary with him. He won't be back for a few days!" She was smiling, and it was a lovely smile. "

He

doesn't know that

I

know he's been boffing her for over a year now!" She continued to stroke me as we both stepped away from the sink cabinets.

"I've been thinking about this ever since you came here some time ago. You look like a lovely man, and, because my ever-lovin' husband has little use for me these days, basically, I am in need of a good fucking, and, if you're willing, I could thank you properly for some 'good work' if you have a yen?"

Down Boy!

And, that's what I did! How the hell we got up to the bedroom, I don't remember, but somehow, we were there, and naked within seconds, and she was so bloody adorable, that I thought that this was a dream. And, she knew what she wanted, and wasn't afraid to ask. "Are you able to stay awhile, or...?"

Hell! I'm a free-lance plumber now; no obligations to a firm for time-sheets or crap like that; no wife or girl-friend to check on me

(That's a whole different story!)

and I had this voluptuous woman almost begging me!

But, whoa! I was still carrying some dirt and grime around with me. My clothes were strewn about, but I couldn't consider mauling her around intimately, with this junk over me. "Mrs. Adams. Brenda. Look, I'm sorry, but I am not the cleanest person in the room, and my thumb is still bleeding a little, and hell, I don't want to upset you. Can I please wash up?" She smiled, and although we were both lying close, with me on top, she understood my concerns. As I knelt up, she pulled herself up, arms around my waist and clung to me.

"God, I'm so horny. Don't stop now. Make love to me and then we can take a lazy shower while you recover. How about that?"

And, I said...

Have you ever been in one of those situations? You're both

so

into the sex thing, that all thoughts of propriety go out the window, and neither of you care about peripheral things like bleeding over her sheets, or grimy hands mauling her around.

It took about five minutes for her to come like banshee. I had started off by pulling her across the bed sideways and then kneeling down, with her legs over my shoulders as I ate her out with the hardest of tongues, and she reacted as if she had never had this kind of treatment, crushing my head between her thighs and moaning loudly as I brought her off.

God. I LOVE it when that happens!

After some moments, I stood up, with my dick pointing up at the ceiling and I looked down as she spoke. "That was what I was needing, but I have to say that you look like you need to release some pent-up emotions down there...!" A pause. "Why don't you let me take care of that?" Her blue eyes looked up at me as she offered her hand, and I pulled her up into a sitting position. She reached for me, and gently grasped my still-burgeoning erection.

Leaning forward, she pulled me to her, and closed her lips around my aching member. Oh Jesus! That felt good and I stood with shaking legs as she worked me over. I held her head in both hands and told her that I wouldn't be able to take much more; I was very close to my own eruption. She just mumbled something through her seemingly expert mouth which I took to be a positive sign, as she continued to stroke me with her right hand and kneading my balls with her left.

It took just a few seconds more and I warned her that I was close; she looked up at me, her eyes giving me the okay to 'let go', which I did, filling her mouth with my explosion as she hungrily sucked all my essences down. Fuck! She was good! As I came down from the climax, she licked me clean and then pulled me to sit alongside her. Hell. Sit? I damn near collapsed.

So, there we were, sprawled across the bed, until, by some mutually unsaid, but agreed movement, I reached across her, and we shifted ourselves onto the length of the king-size

mattress. Rolling towards each other, she clung to me and I couldn't resist --

why should I? --

her moving her body alongside mine, and cuddling me, lifting her right leg to throw it across my thighs and resting her head on my chest.

I guess we may have dozed for a few moments, until she said that she had to "go pee" and took off for the bathroom. After a few minutes, I heard the shower start and her smiling face appeared around the door. "How about that shower now?" I think I mildly groaned but realized that -- IF we were to continue in any way -- I needed to clean off the debris of my faucet work if nothing else! The shower stall was a large semi-island unit which held multiple heads at different heights, and as I entered, she manipulated them to pour the hot water all over our sweaty bodies.

I tell you, this freelance plumbing sure had some good sides!

Of course, the warm water soon led to some light frolicking; she managed to clean all the 'naughty bits' and incite my poor old body to greater things. As the water ran cooler -- we must have almost emptied the 50-gallon heater -- we got out and helped each other dry off. The natural evolution of this was that we retired to the bedroom again and resumed where we'd last finished.

I took great delight -- and so did she -- in my efforts to please her; she'd obviously been "in a drought" for some time; she estimated that her husband hadn't made love to her for over fourteen months, so she was 'primed' for some excitements, and I took pride in the fact that, in the next two hours, she managed to climax about five times, with her finally grasping my hands and pushing them away. "Enough!" She almost wailed. "I can't take any more!" But I concluded our raunchier efforts by holding her legs again, over my shoulders, her thighs against my chest, as I buried myself as deep as possible into her, mostly to get rid of the intense feelings that I was having!

I don't know if she climaxed any further but growled at me; "Come on you fucker; give it to me!" And I did, with both of us collapsing finally into the bed wrapped in each other's arms. She curled up into me, kissing my cheek as we both drifted off into a sleep.

It was then that the bedside phone rang.

She picked it up, and rasped out a 'Hello?' She frowned slightly, and mouthed silently to me, "It's my Husband." He obviously said, 'Put the phone on speaker.' She questioned this, but after two ominous threats, she did, pulling the phone onto the bed and placing it between us. You could almost have given me a heart attack!

"Hello Matt." His voice stunned both of us. "Are you enjoying my wife enough, and do you still want to go for another session?" I looked at her, wonder in both our faces? WTF? How did he know we were together? "Yeah. I know you're wondering how I know what you're doing, while I've been in Seattle, as Brenda said, 'with my itty-bitty secretary' but, you see, and I don't think she knows, I bought a major share recently into a Security Company that specializes in secret video work, and I've had installed a complete system, throughout the house, without her knowing.

"I've been sitting here in my hotel room, watching your antics. I must say you seem to have great stamina, and she has obviously enjoyed your services!" He paused as his wife and I looked at each other, almost uncomprehendingly. "Yep. I know that you've fucked her all over the house before and after your showering together!" Again, a pause; Brenda was quite pale now, and grasped my hand. I didn't know what to say?

"Cat got your tongue, Matt? I know you've been using it to great effect, but I assume you can still talk?" Again, a lengthy pause. "Oh well, you'll have to be outta the house by tonight; I'll be home very soon, and I'd like my wife to have not only cleaned up, but the bed-sheets to have been washed and cleaned for me! I'll not be removed to the spare room after this. However, don't worry too much. You're a damned good plumber and you've obviously cleaned her pipes quite well over this weekend, haven't you?" Brenda and I looked at each other, and she was showing great distress.

"I'll be taking action against both of you though! She obviously needed a good seeing-to, and I think you've accomplished that quite well, don't you? And, anyway, my little 'itty-bitty' secretary has serviced me quite well over this weekend so I'd say it was

'All's fair, in Love and War'

wouldn't you? But you'll have to pay the price...

"Now, I'm outside the front door, and coming for you both. You'll need to be ready to receive my retained body-guard who'll beat the crap out of you, so, here we come..."

Suddenly I was struggling against this strong arm, that was holding me, 'Get off you bastard, get off!' I was yelling...

"Wake Up Matt, Wake Up!"

And, I did. It took some seconds for me to realize that I was still in her bed and she was leaning over me, pulling at my right arm as she tried to calm me down. "It's okay. It's okay! You were having some bad dream, a nightmare I guess -- you nearly hit me!" I was groggy. Clearly, too much sex had addled my brain!

"Christ. I'm sorry Brenda. I was dreaming that Stan was calling on your phone and had been watching us on secret cameras this whole time!"" I flopped back into the bed, and she rolled over and laid across my body, holding me, to calm me; "He said that he'd got secret cameras to watch us, as he'd bought into a company that specializes in surveillance, and we were prime targets!"

She visibly paled as I looked at her. "How did you know this?" she asked. I looked blankly at her and told her I

DIDN'T

know this fact! She sat up on the bed's edge facing away from me; then looking over her shoulder at me, she stuttered "I know that he bought into a security company last year, but...but...?"

We both suddenly looked around the room as if we would see a multitude of cameras hidden away, somewhere, but there was nothing immediately visible to us. I hauled myself out of the bed, and wandered naked around the room, trying to peer into the various fixtures, like the heater vents and smoke-alarms that were located in the bedroom, bathroom and the vestibule, but could see nothing.

She came to me, naked herself, but I guess the statement I'd made took away any lusty thoughts either of us may have had. We both agreed that this was just a bad dream and not some premonition of anything, and decided to shower again, separately, so that we could dress for the day ahead.

With almost unseemly haste, I was dressed and resolved that I would make a quick last look around, and then, I had to get back to my place, if nothing else, for some respite. I simply couldn't find anything that possibly held a camera; I knew that with today's technology, these micro-cameras were exceedingly good, but after twenty minutes of standing on chairs, crawling under the bed and behind bedroom furniture, came up with nothing, so I had to reassure her that it was simply a bad dream on my part, and I had no clue as to how I knew he had 'bought into a security company'...

As we were to part, I felt that I should at least 'play the gentleman' and fondly held her before I moved out the front door. The past thirty-six hours now seemed to have flown by, and it was in a kind of daze that I drove away. We'd agreed to talk later that evening even if we didn't get together, although we had discussed going out to dinner somewhere.

I arrived at my street to find that there were a number of commercial vehicles there blocking the roadway; an ambulance, a couple of fire-engines and two police cars. I had to park some way up the street and walk towards the obvious 'commotion', with numerous people standing around. Finally, I managed to confront a cop who blocked my way nearer to my apartment complex. "What's going on?"

He replied, 'Who are you?' and I told him I lived in the apartment block 'just over there'...

He then told me that there's been a major flood in the top-floor flat and they'd ordered a full evacuation of the apartments, hence all the people standing around, some of whom I recognized. "Oh shit. Can I get into my place yet?" He indicated that there was some form of movement and I could 'go chat with the building supervisor' to find out where I stood. Which I did.

He said that there had been a major flood which had flowed down through the apartments which included mine on the third floor, but it was all under control now, and I could get to my place in a few minutes. When I did, it was a disaster; remains of water were everywhere, and it would take one hell of an investment to clean up or even replace stuff like carpets and rugs. I suddenly hoped that my insurance was up-to-date!

And then, waiting with the other tenants, the 'coup-de-grace' was heard.

"Does anyone know a decent plumber?"

And, 1100 miles away Stan, sitting on his hotel bed, looked at his I-Pad and smiled; "Gotcha!" He couldn't wait to download the video images he'd captured on his dark-room computer in the garage.