Kevin was doing some yard work on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. He grabbed the hedge trimmers to smooth out some of the bushes that were overgrown. He had taken off his shirt but was still sweating from the heat. Behind him, he heard a voice.
"Hi, Kevin, how ya' doing?"
He turned and walked over to the fence between him and his neighbor.
"Hi, Madison. I'm doing well, though it's pretty hot out here."
"Yeah, I know. But good day for catching some rays."
Madison, his neighbor's daughter, was standing across the fence in a bikini. Her skin was glowing from the sun tan oil -- and there was a lot of skin to see. She was the spitting image of her mother: tall, slim, fit body with small, firm breasts, chestnut hair, and a beautiful face. Her brown eyes and long eyelashes were hypnotizing. And at 20 years old, there wasn't a wrinkle anywhere. Like her mother, she clearly exercised regularly. Basically, the girl was what fantasies are made of. And though Kevin probably wouldn't want to admit it, he definitely had more than one fantasy involving Madison.
"Trimming the bushes, huh?" she asked. Then, with a devilish smile on her face, she asked, "Do you think my mom and I should trim our bushes?"
Kevin tried not to react, but a few thoughts raced through his mind.
Madison continued, "What do you think we should do? Should we leave them natural, or do you think it looks better if we shape them? I see you're trimming yours back into a little shape. Is that what you think looks best?"
Again, Kevin tried not to react, but it wasn't easy.
"I hear it's better if you cut it really short toward the bottom, under any shaping that you do. Do you think that's a good idea?"
"We're talking about the bushes in the front of your house, right, Madison?" Kevin managed to say.
"Yeah, sure, that's it. The bushes in the front. Let me know what you think looks best. Okay, I gotta go. See you later."
Madison was laughing as she turned and headed toward the house. She loved teasing Kevin every chance she got. Her previous year at college had been a real sexual awakening. She had a lot more sex, tried new things, and realized you didn't have to be madly in love with someone before you slept with him. Basically, she decided sex was fun, and she really wanted to have fun with Kevin.
When Madison turned to run back in the house, Kevin saw just how little of her ass was covered by the bikini. It wasn't a thong, but it displayed a lot of skin.
"Jesus," Kevin thought, "this girl has really become a package of trouble." Ever since Madison came home a month ago from her second year at college, she always talked to him with double entendres. EVERY conversation had some sexual implication. And the girl was very good at it.
After another hour, Kevin finished his yard work and went inside to take a shower.
Later that afternoon, Madison's mother, Michelle, grabbed her cell phone, scrolled to her favorites, and pressed the third button.
Kevin smiled when he saw who was calling.
"Hi, Michelle. What's up?"
"Hi, Kevin. Any chance you can look at the hall bathroom sink? The water won't go down."
"Sure, no problem. I'll come over right now."
Kevin grabbed a few disposable rubber gloves, a pair of channel locks and a wire hangar before he headed out the door to walk next door. He was used to helping Michelle with house issues. She was really smart but not terribly mechanically inclined. But that was fine with Kevin -- he liked any opportunity to visit with her.
His wife, Lisa, and Michelle had been best friends until Lisa died from cancer three years ago at the age of 42. As soon as Kevin and Lisa moved in, Michelle and Lisa hit it off. Kevin liked Michelle, too, and he began helping her around the house from the beginning. Michelle's husband, Richard, traveled for work -- a lot. He was usually gone Monday through Friday, but international trips kept him away for two weeks at a time.
Apparently, Richard made a lot of money. He and Michelle lived in the largest house on the block, and they drove very expensive, luxury cars. But Kevin didn't need to add up the cost of their large purchases to know Richard made a lot of money -- all you had to do was talk to him. He always made sure to steer any conversation around to his job and how much money he made. He wasn't exactly Kevin's cup of tea, but he didn't see him that often because of his travel schedule.
But Richard actually did appreciate it when Kevin helped fix things, since he hated spending money on things someone else couldn't see. So, he was happy to have Michelle call Kevin whenever something needed repair.
Kevin rang the doorbell, and, a minute later, Michelle answered.
"Hi, Kevin," she said as she gave him a hug. "Thanks for coming over so quickly."
"Hey, you're my favorite client. You know I always reply to your requests before I help anyone else."
Michelle laughed. Kevin was the CFO for a mid-size company, not a handyman.
"I'm honored to be your favorite. But you feel that way even though I never pay my bill?"
Kevin chuckle. "Just getting to talk to you is payment enough."
Although Michelle laughed, thinking he was kidding, Kevin was actually quite serious. He liked talking to Michelle any chance he got. She helped him a lot after Lisa died, spending hours talking to him and just holding his hand. Their conversations also helped Michelle get through her own grief.
Kevin also enjoyed seeing Michelle because she was a beautiful woman. She was five foot six with a very fit body, no doubt helped from her time at the gym working out or taking spin classes. She had small breasts that fit her body perfectly. Her chestnut hair fell below her shoulders with a subtle wave at the end. She had an oblong face with sparkling, brown eyes. When she was wearing makeup, she looked like a magazine model, but even without makeup, she could turn heads.
"C'mon, Mr. Handyman, I'll show you the problem."
She led Kevin upstairs to the middle bathroom, the one used by Madison. It was much nicer than the one in Kevin's house. It had a large, walk-in shower and a custom vanity with beautiful, stone countertops. Michelle turned on the sink, and, as expected based on her original call, the water just kept getting higher and higher in the sink.
"See. It's clogged, "Michelle said. "Probably from Madison's hair."
"Yeah, probably," he said. "No problem. I can just clean out the trap. Has she been using the other sink in the meantime?"
"No, that one's been clogged for a while. When I told Richard we needed someone to clean it out, he said 'let her use the other sink'. Now I guess we're out of sinks!"
Kevin shook his head as he chuckled. The man owned a huge house and luxury cars, but he wouldn't pay a plumber to clean out his sink.
"Okay, I'll clean them both. Do you have a small bucket and some paper towel?"
"Sure. Let me get them."
After she returned with the supplies, Michelle said, "I'll let you do your thing. We can have a drink afterwards."
"Sounds good. Thanks."
After putting on some rubber gloves, Kevin opened the first cabinet beneath the sink; it was fairly empty. He put the bucket under trap, was able to use his hands to unscrew the connections, and he dropped the trap into the bucket. As expected, there was hair hanging down from the sink drain and a bunch clogged in the trap. After removing the drain stopper, he pulled out a bunch of hair by hand. Then he used the hanger to push some wadded up paper towel through the drain pipe and the trap to clean them out. This went pretty quickly.
He screwed everything back together and turned on the water. It flowed freely, and he checked that there were no leaks beneath the sink.
Next, Kevin opened the cabinet beneath the second sink and started to pull out a few plastic bottles to make room for the bucket. He grabbed some shampoo, hair conditioner, body lotion, and nail polish remover and moved them out. He paused for a minute when he pulled out the bottle labeled "Bikini Hair remover".
He put the bucket under the trap and tried to unscrew it, but it was too tight to do by hand. Just as he reached above the sink to grab his channel locks, he heard a door open and then close. Five seconds later, while still bent down with his head halfway under the sink, he heard steps and turned his head to see a pair of bare feet, bare lower legs, bare knee, and part of bare thighs.
"Hi, Kevin," he heard Madison say. "Did I break my sink?"
Kevin pulled his head out from the cabinet, and silently groaned. Madison was standing fairly close to him in a short - VERY short -- baby blue, satin robe. It barely covered the top half of her thighs. If she took two more steps toward him, he'd be looking straight up at her crotch.
"Well, I don't think 'broken' is the right term," he said with a little laugh. "Let's just say it's a little screwed-up."
"Can you fix something that's screwed-up, or do you just do the screwing...", she said and paused before continuing, "... up? Or do you prefer to screw down?"
As usual, Kevin tried to ignore her. But it wasn't easy. The girl exuded sexiness. Were she not his friend's daughter and if he wasn't sure she was just teasing him, he would definitely respond to her overt suggestions. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't always control how his dick responded. He often realized he was getting hard while talking with Madison. And with her standing over him in that ridiculously short robe, it was happening now.
"It's not too hard to fix," he said. "Just need to clean out the pipe here. Probably just full of your long hair."
