Shortly after my trust with David, I continued chatting with older men online. But the next older man I had was a little too close to home. His name was Chris, and he was my parents' plumber. It all happened by accident, but I have no regrets. I kind of knew Chris. We'd silently eye flirted during a few of his previous visits, but it wasn't like we knew each other more than to say hello to.
After a night out with my friends I woke late the following morning and went for a shower, only to find there was no running water. With the right hump, I stormed downstairs to complain to my mother. She was in the kitchen with her back to me, making coffee.
"Mum! There's no water!" I entered the room in just a pyjama top and a tight pair of knickers.
My mum didn't hear me because the radio was on, and she was talking to somebody, but that somebody was Chris the plumber. He saw me, and I saw the lecherous look in his eyes when he looked me over before fixing his gaze between my legs. I looked down and saw I had a very prominent cameltoe protruding through the fabric of my tight-fitting underwear. I gasped and covered my teenaged mound.
"Louise!" my mother finally noticed me, frozen on the spot with my hands covering my modesty. She soon understood why when she realised I was locked in a stare off with Chris. My mother laughed at my discomfort, finding it amusing.
"Sorry, Chris, my daughter often walks around the house in her underwear. I have warned you many times before, Louise." I stood there paralysed while Chris eye-fucked me during my mother's ill-timed lecture. "Now go upstairs and put some clothes on."
"There's no water!" I exclaimed, which was the least of my worries.
"Sorry, Louise," Chris smiled at my full chest. "I was fixing a leak on the washing machine. The water will be back on shortly."
"Be quick. I need a shower," I told Chris, then turned around to show him my arse.
I was in my bedroom, having dressed casually, waiting for the water to be turned back on, when my mother knocked the door.
"It's only me, love. Are you dressed?"
"Yeah, come in."
"I'm just popping out to get some groceries for lunch. Chris is almost done. He'll give you a shout when the water's back on, okay?"
"How long is he going to be?" I moaned.
"I don't know. Ten minutes, maybe?"
"Cool. Can you pick me up some of that flavoured water I like?"
"Sure, love. I'll be back in about an hour."
"Ok, mum. See you then."
Fifteen minutes after my mother left the house, I went back downstairs to see how much longer Chris was going to be. But before I left my bedroom, I decided I'd have a bit of fun teasing him. Once I'd calmed down I kind of became turned on that he looked at me that way. I quickly changed back into my pyjama top and tight pink, knickers.
"Do you have an update on the water situation, Chris?" I entered the kitchen prepared this time, but also nervous and excited.
"You're an impatient one, aren't you?" he chuckled, crawling out from under the kitchen sink to stand up. "Whoa! Didn't your mother tell you to put some clothes on?"
For the first time I took note of how big and tall Chris actually was. Too big to be a plumber fixing leaks in tight spaces. He was around six feet tall with big strong arms. He looked like he could crush me in those arms, or rather, pin me down and have his wicked way with me. Either way, I stepped back and looked him up and down with fear and excitement in my eyes. I then saw his wedding ring and something twitched inside me. Chris saw me looking at it and smirked.
"I forgot," I giggled flirtatiously.
"You won't hear me complaining," he gave a dirty chuckle.
"You shouldn't be looking," I switched and pretended to be cross.
"I'm sorry, but if you go around the house in cute, tight panties like that, any guy is going to look, even your dad. Where am I supposed to look?"
"I'm eighteen and you're a married man!" I told him off half-heartedly. Truth is I was soaking wet down there.
Chris studied me for a moment. "You're the spitting image of your mother. A little firmer and tighter in all the right places though."
"What would your wife say if she could hear you now?" I tried to be smart.
"What would your mother say if she could see you now?" he threw back at me.
Silence. A few moments of awkward silence loomed in the air before Chris chuckled and put his tools away.
"Don't you know it's dangerous for a married man to flirt with single women?" I warned him from out of nowhere. I was beyond horny for this guy.
"Dangerous how?" He didn't care. I wasn't a threat to him.
"Never mind. Is the water back on?" I lost my bottle to continue playing games.
"Yeah, would you like a hand scrubbing your back?" But Chris hadn't lost his.
"I think I can manage."
"Are you sure? That wet patch soaking your tight panties is saying different."
I looked down but there was no wet patch. I was soaking wet, but it hadn't come through yet. Chris said it to see if I'd look. He roared with laughter when I did. Embarrassing me.
"Arsehole!" I laughed for having checked and gotten busted.
"You said you were single."
