What a shitty way to start the weekend!
She had had a hectic work week, and then the latest guy she had been seeing had been fucking around on her, not even having the balls to dump her in person, but over the phone.
Marla was looking forward to the weekend, maybe going to a club or two that night. She needed to cut loose and relax.
Even if she was a forty something woman, she still had the sex drive of a teenager and usually slept with mostly younger men after her sexual encounter with the young wrestler.
Not long after she had met her goal of fucking Paul, Marla had met her last boyfriend, Jake, the one that dumped her over the phone. He had been twenty four.
But her plans for tonight didn't include meeting any men, just to have a couple of drinks and dancing, not letting her latest failed relationship get to her.
Then again, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea from now on just to bring guys over for a quick, impersonal fuck now and then, nothing more.
Marla showered, put in her diaphragm (a force of habit), and dried her hair.
She had taken off her jewelry before she had cleaned the house that morning; now as she had gone to brush her hair once it was dried, she had bumped her favorite ring, sending it down the sink drain pipe before she could grab it.
"Shit!" she said. "Can any other fucking thing go wrong this week?"
Now the only thing she could do call the plumber, who would likely charge her through the nose to get the damn ring out.
Oh well, the sink was slow to empty anyway when she used it; maybe the asshole could fix that problem too while he was at it.
Throwing on a sweater and running pants with nothing underneath, Marla began thumbing through the yellow pages, hoping she could find one that is able to show up on such short notice, and on a Saturday to boot.
Somehow, she had gotten lucky on the first place she'd called. Marcelo introduced himself, saying he could be there in half an hour.
Marla wondered if he had been in need of business to be able to come out that soon on a weekend.
Marcelo. Marla figured he was probably Hispanic, and likely some older grunt that would be under the sink with a beer belly hanging below his shirt and his ass crack peeking out of his work pants.
Not her idea of sexy, but if he found her ring and fixed the sink before she would be getting ready to go out later, what did she care?
She was shocked at what she did see when the doorbell rang and she had peered through the to find a handsome man with dark features and near-black hair carrying a tool box.
He had to be at least twenty seven, and the jeans and T-shirt he wore failed to conceal his well-built frame.
"Marcelo, right?" Marla asked as she answered the door.
"Yes, senora. I come to fix the sink. You lose something in the pipe?"
"Yes, my favorite ring, which happened to be my late mother's engagement ring. And there is the case that water goes down slow whenever I use that sink anyway. It's been like that for weeks, and I haven't had time to call a plumber until now."
"I'll see what I can do," he nodded.
She led him back into the bathroom. He had his case of tools in his hand, spying the sink and got down his knees, not wasting a moment getting to work.
Well, at least he isn't a goof off, she thought to herself. Not to mention he has a great ass. No crack showing, though, but that was okay.
It hadn't been long before Marcelo beckoned her over with a smile to look at what he had in his hand.
As Marla down to see that he had indeed found her ring, she had also noticed him glancing at the sight of her 38D breasts that were peeking over the top of her sweater.
She thanked him graciously and cheerfully and he had gone back to work, working on the sink pipe as she watched.
It didn't take long before he was done with that, much to her amazement and delight.
Talk about lucking out, she thought. Too bad he couldn't hang around longer, but being a Saturday, she was probably going to get a giant bill for all this as it was, and Marcelo appeared to be the type that didn't waste any time when it came to working.
