The week had been a busy one, the last thing I needed on a Friday afternoon was a lengthy callout on someone's blocked drain or toilet.... but when the call came thru at around 3pm to go to a blocked sink the only positive thing I could think of was; at least it's on my way home.
In the eastern suburbs the majority of houses were of the rather posh kind, complete with posh or snobby occupiers. But I got a pleasant surprise when I knocked on the door of this one, a big home with a double garage out the front of it. The lady who opened the door smiled and introduced herself as Kim.
"Hi, problem's with the laundry tub in the garage," she told me as she led me to the garage.
As I followed this tall brunette to the garage I couldn't help but notice her firm buns moving freely under the thin fabric of her cotton shorts, complete with pantyline. The sleeveless T-shirt she had on fitted her trim form nicely, just a shame it showed too much of the bra she was wearing.... I just love T-shirts on women without a bra on.... Her shoulder length dark brown hair framed her face nicely and if I was to guess her age she'd have been 35 or so.
In the garage she showed me the laundry setup and left me to it, disappearing within a minute or so of me getting into my work. Kim returned a few minutes later, this time she was wearing the same shorts and tee, but it was immediately obvious that her bra was gone. The gentle sag of her breasts, the fabric clinging to the fullness of her womanly form and the nipples protruding was a real turn on for me.
"How is it going," Kim asked as she moved around in the garage, making it look as though she was doing some tidying when in reality all she was doing was making her breasts jiggle underneath her thin t-shirt.
"Yeah fine, looks like it's just the p-trap that's blocked so it shouldn't be too long M'am," I replied. As I was lying under the sink I could see her looking at my crotch, my cock at halfmast making for a nice show thru the cargo pants I was wearing.
"Oh, OK then," she replied. I swear she sounded disappointed.
As I was tidying up my tools I saw Kim come into the garage again, this time she bent over with her firm bum towards me. I looked and then looked again, the pantyline had definitely gone. Oh, and she stayed bent over for far longer than was necessary, as if to make sure I would get a good look at her firm posterior.
This in itself is not that unusual in my job, women sometimes will flirt and carry on like this, but unless it's obvious the woman is single AND the woman makes the first move I will just leave it at that. And hey, Kim was wearing a wedding ring.
So as I wrote up the jobsheet and asked Kim to sign it off I swear she looked disappointed. I wished her a nice weekend and with that I was off.
The following week I had almost forgotten about Kim when I got a call to go to her house yet again, this time around 10 on the Tuesday morning. Our despatcher made a joke over the phone that I had left the lady of the house unsatisfied, better make a good job of it this time.
Now getting a repeat call either means you've cocked up the repair job or there is an ulterior motive on the part of the customer.... As soon as Kim opened the door I could see her ulterior motives...both her nipples were making an impression on the flimsy dressing gown she was wearing.
As I walked in she smiled broadly, and started off, "Last week I didn't have the nerve to tell you about my friend Gloria, she told me about the special service you provided for her last month, I want the same, right now."
With that she simply dropped the gown off her shoulders and so she was standing there in just a pair of high heels.
"Gloria told me about your tongue pleasuring her, your big long dick probing her, your repeat performances leaving her sore and fulfilled...that's what I want, please Nick," Kim asked with a pleading look on her face.
"What about your husband," I asked.
"I am divorced she said, just wear the ring when I choose. By the look of your cock tenting your pants I'd say you are keen to get on the job Nick," Kim said as she grinned lustily at me.
Looking her over from head to toe I had to admit I was looking forward to ravishing this woman. So when I put my toolbag down and pulled my polo shirt off, Kim took that as the go-signal and she was promptly undoing my pants, then dropped to her knees to unlace my workboots.
Once my workboots were off and my cargo pants were on the floor as well, Kim stayed on her knees in front of me. As she kissed my growing cock thru my boxer shorts I saw a camera in the corner of the room, with the red light on. "Hey, are you taping this," I asked Kim.
"Yeah, for when I get old and wrinkly, will give me something to masturbate to," Kim explained.
"Oh OK, better we put in a good performance then huh," I replied.
"Yes, please young man," Kim saucily said as she peeled my boxers down and got her fingers wrapped around my now almost completely stiff prick. Kim lifted my shaft out of the way and started sucking one of my balls into her mouth, lovingly and tenderly lapping and sucking.
