The strange episode with Sarah had me feeling used, yet it was also tremendously exciting... If nothing else it boosted my confidence when it came to pleasing women, at least in a sexual sense.
Debbie had been talking about setting up a get together with her friends Connie and Samantha, but so far this hadn't happened. It seemed to be a problem to get all three ladies together at the same time and place....still, something to look forward to I guess??
In the meantime work progressed as normal, Trish occasionally asked me to spend the night in her bed, much to my delight...she was a hot blooded lover, yet she had the ability to remain cool and detached most of the time when we were in the work environment together.
Sarah had been in town a couple of times overnight, and she had asked me to accompany her on the most recent occasion. It just wasn't the same as the first spontaneous encounter we had in the hotel room, don't get me wrong, she still enjoyed getting her pussy stuffed, but it was as though I was now just a servant....nothing like being a lover like it was with the likes of Trish and Debbie....shame!
What was also a little disappointing was Sarah's vulgar manner, she had this need to grab my crotch in the public domain, as if to show other people (especially women) that I was her plaything....too possessive for my liking....not playful enough I reckon.
But playful is what I got at a job I was doing next. In the eastern suburbs once more, a broken drainpipe from the spapool shower. This was a straightforward enough job, involving locating the breach, digging it all up and then replacing the broken pipe then covering it all in again.
The quote for this job called for about 15-18 manhours labour, so with me doing it on my own due to us being pretty busy it would mean being on this job for two days minimum. Lady of the house seemed pleasant enough, once I'd explained what was involved she just let me get to it.
The first day went by pretty quick, located the broken section of pipe and had it basically cleared ready to replace the following morning. I was pleased the first day had been overcast, as being in late summer, the heat from the sun would have been unpleasant. No such luck on day two however, it dawned a clear blue sky and by all predictions it would be a scorcher.
On the first day the lady of the house, Jane, had offered me some cold drinks at each break I took, which I gladly accepted, she also seemed keen to have a bit of a chat, nothing suggestive or untoward at all. Jane warned me that on day two her daughter would be home from University, joking that it might be midday before Emma would even get her butt out of bed....teenagers was Jane's comment.
So on the second day I arrived onsite a little before 8am and got stuck into the task at hand, hoping to get the hardest work out of the way before the heat got to its worst. Little chance of that as by 9am the temperature was already at the days' peak and still rising. Feeling the heat I peeled off my shirt, now working in just my shorts and boots. I know it sounds weird, but you know how you get this feeling you're being watched?
Well, I was being watched alright! Not just by one pair of eyes but two, both mother and daughter were looking at my sweaty physique, mother from behind the curtains in the dining room and daughter from her bedroom.... Pretending nothing was amiss I just carried on, hey I've got a nice physique so why should it bother me if women want to look?
Funny thing though, when I stopped for my mid morning break under the shade of a tree, Jane was promptly out with a small jug of cold lemonade, just like yesterday.
Up close, Jane looked me up and down without any shame, even commenting; "Better watch out working without your shirt on in this neighbourhood, all the young girls will be over you."
"I hope not, for I prefer women, not girls," I replied matter of factly, not thinking anything of it at the time. Jane did grin broadly at this remark though.
Once I was back at work, Emma came out for a look, introducing herself politely; "Hi Mr Plumber, I'm Emma." She was a little more coy about looking me up and down, although she spent a few minutes asking some questions about what it was that I was doing and so on, thus giving her ample opportunity to look me over....
As she left to get into some study I was betting myself that she'd look back when she thought I was no longer looking....yep, she did, and no I didn't mind, I just caught her looking back in the reflection of a window. Now both mum and daughter had been out to have a good perve at the half naked plumber sweating away in the backyard....I had no intention of making anything of this, but it would be interesting to see who would do what next!
What followed was a fairly standard response in these sort of circumstances, both mum and daughter did the fashion parade over the space of about 4 hours....wearing a different outfit each time they came into view. Jane started the day in trackpants and polo shirt, then came out wearing skirt and blouse, went out for some shopping, changed into another skirt matched with sleeveless tee then finally she came out wearing a pair of cutoff jeans with another sleeveless tee....funny how she made a real show of it too, each time she'd be in another outfit she'd come out offering me another cold drink or ask something....
Her daughter Emma on the other hand had a more aggressive way about her, she started the day off in trackies and tee just like mummy, but she went for a short skirt and tight fitting strappy top next, with a pair high heels on she came out, squatting at the edge of the trench, showing me her flimsy lace G-string in the process. She ended up wearing a bikini and began sunning herself in the backyard, making sure I could see her nubile body as she tossed and turned in the hot sun.....
Now up until this point I had refrained from making any comments about these two women's obvious attempts at getting me hot and bothered...heck, the sun had this well and truly sorted already. But it was when Emma came over, asking me to rub some oil into her back that things got a little difficult.
With her mum looking from behind the dining room curtain once more, Emma approached me in her bikini, and standing upright at the edge of the trench she pretty much expected me to jump when she asked; "So Mr Plumber, how about rubbing some oil into my back?"
She didn't like my response; "Sorry young lady, got my hands full already here, gotta get stuck into it just ot finish this jobbie today, and anyway, my hands are all covered in muck."
Emma was not easily dissuaded however, coming back with; "Now, I know you want to run your hands over my young hot body, hell, I want you to, so how about taking a break from your mucky job?"
"Sorry," was all I said as I continued shovelling sand onto the repaired section of pipe. From the corner of my eye I saw Jane coming towards me and Emma, who was still standing there, now sulking somewhat at my refusal to rub oil into her back.
"Everything OK here," Jane asked as she came within a few steps.
