"Hi, are you the plumber?" Tracy Willows asks anxiously as she opens the door. It's early in the morning and the neighborhood is still waking up. "Thank god, you're finally here."
"Hello, Ma'am." Steve Pope answers with a smile, his eyes running over the older woman quickly. Nice, He thinks to himself as he notes her slender body and attractive face. "I came as early as I could to fix your sink. Just show me where it is and I should have it working in no time."
"Sure... please follow me..." Tracy says, opening the door wider for him, wondering if it was just her imagination or had this young man really just checked out her body. She knew she was still considered an attractive woman but something about having a young man, probably only a few years older then her own son, admiring her made her uncomfortable.
Steve smiles encouragingly as he steps into her nicely furnished house, "This is a nice house, Mrs. Willows. Very nice," He notes as she leads him into the kitchen, his eyes running over her figure one more time before she turns to him, motioning towards the sink with a look of aggravation.
"Thank you," Tracy responds, watching the young plumber carefully. Something about his tone made her think he wasn't talking about her house. Unconsciously her hand pulled the lapels of her dark blue blazer together, covering the white silk blouse beneath it as she turned back towards the sink.
"So what seems to be the problem?" Steve asked, his eyes running over her hips and down her legs, admiring the shape of her calves below the knee length skirt she wore. Hmm, what a MILF, Steve thought to himself as he stepped up closer behind her to look into the sink over her shoulder.
"Well... I don't know... the sink can't drain anything at all since last night - it drives me crazy...!" Mrs. Willows told him, almost jumping in surprise at suddenly finding him standing so close to her.
"I'll take a look at the drain," Steve assures her, opening the cabinet under the sink, and lying down on his back his head and shoulders under the sink. "Can you do me a favor and turn the water on?" He asks as he starts to check all the fittings on the drain pipes. "Uh, Yeah, sure..." Tracy agrees, having to step over his waist and lean forward to reach the faucet. "How's that?" She asked as she straddled his waist and turned on the water.
"Just about perfect," Steve mumbles to himself, his eyes running up her legs from the open toed heels up. Scooting backwards slightly, he was able to see all of her legs, disappearing up under the hem of her skirt. "Perfect," He repeats softly to himself as he sees the light blue panties hidden in the shadows of her skirt.
"What?" Mrs. Willows asks, glancing down at the young plumber only to see him peeking up her skirt. Tracy felt her cheeks heat up as she blushed furiously, quickly stepping over him and pressing her legs together. God, did he see anything? The wife and mother wondered as she tried to hide her embarrassment. "Did... did you find the problem?" She asked softly, avoiding his gaze as he stands up.
"Hmm, I can't see anything wrong down here." Steve admits, cursing himself for being caught looking up her skirt although he wonders about her not chastising him about it. Moving closer to the sink, closer to her until his body was tight against hers inhaling the soft fragrance of her perfume. "Although I did see something I should get a closer inspection of," He tells her softly, his hand seeming to brush innocently against the soft mound of her ass. "What... what do you mean, I... I... don't understand..." Tracy asks in a dry and shaking voice, uncomfortable at having him so near, her blush redoubling as she feels his hand brush against her rear.
"I need a closer inspection of the drain fittings but it's kind of a two man job to take it apart. Could you hold the pipes for me as I take them apart?" He asks innocently as he steps away again, his nose full of her scent as he lays back on the floor, sliding under the sink. "My assistant would normally do it, but he's sick today."
"Hmmm... okay... How... hmmm... how do you want me to do it...?"
"Well, Mrs. Willows, if you stand with a foot on either side of my body and just sort of squat down, you should be able to get a hold of the pipes." He suggests, hoping she'll do as he asks. "The only other way would be for you to lay down under the sink with me, and I don't want to dirty your suit."
"O...okay," Tracy says as she squats down over his prostate body, one foot on either side of his chest as she leans forward, her hands holding the shiny steel drain. She tries to keep her knees close together, her thighs pressed tight to each other but the position makes it almost impossible. Please God, don't let him be staring up at me, Tracy prayed silently, avoiding looking down at the young man beneath her as she can almost feel his lecherous gaze running over her thighs like a caressing hand.
Steve can't help but smile as the attractive older woman straddles him, her knees tight together but slowly spreading wider apart the longer she remains in that position. He starts loosening the fittings one by one, his eyes frequently glancing over at Mrs. Willows' legs, watching them slowly spread until the light blue of her panties is visible again. His eyes admire the mounded shape of her pussy through the thin cotton until all thoughts of the stuck drain are forgotten. His tongue licks his suddenly dry lips as he tries to picture the folds of skin, the damp pink place hidden behind those cotton panties.
"So... how... how bad is it...?? Mr. Pope...?? Do I still need to hold it...?" Mrs. Willows asks after a few minutes of silence, the young plumber not seeming to be doing anything although she can still feel his lustful gaze on her most private of areas.
"Huh? Oh, it's not that bad, Mrs. Reed." He says, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from her panties and turning his attention back to the drain pipe. "I should be able to fix it in a jiffy," He assures her, his hands taking the pipes out of her hands and laying them down, cleaning them out quickly before handing them back to his reluctant assistant. "Don't worry, Mrs. Reed, it's got my undivided attention." He lies easily, his eyes drawn back up her skirt, as she holds the pipes up for him to tighten again. Normally it would only take a few seconds for Steve to retighten the fittings but he intentionally drew the job out longer, his lust growing for the mature women that was squatting over him.
Tracy knew where his eyes were, what he was seeing but couldn't do anything but hold the pipes as he directed and hope he'd finish soon. Unable to look at him, Mrs. Willows turned her head, her teeth biting into her lip in shame as she knew the young man was examining the inside secret space of her skirt, the place only her husband had ever seen. The conservative wife and mother wanted to cry out at being humiliated and embarrassed by this strange man.
"There, all done." Steve announced as he tightened the last piece of pipe on the drain, glancing up at her face, seeing the blush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Thank you, Mrs. Willows," He says, placing one hand on her bare knee as she squats over him, "you've been a huge help to me."
"Th...Thank you... Mr. Pope... so... so can I... let go of the pipes now..." Tracy asked, glancing down at him uncomfortably as she feels his hand on her bare leg.
"Yeah, you can let go of the pipes now, Mrs. Willows." He tells her with a friendly smile, "but there's something else you can help me with." Placing his other hand on her knee Steve holds her thighs spread wide as he openly looks up her skirt, admiring the panty covered mound of her pussy. "You know, Mrs. Willows, I've always liked older women," He told her with a smile, his hands sliding off her knees and onto the soft bare skin of her thighs, "and you are one of the best older women I've seen in a long time."
"I... Mr. Pope..." Tracy gasps, her hands letting go of the pipes and reaching up, placing them on the counter as she looked down at the leering young man under her. "I... I don't know... don't know what you're talking about..." She tells him in a weak shaking voice, her large blue eyes filled with shame as she looked down at him. "Come now, Mrs. Willows," Steve chuckles, enjoying the look of humiliation on the married woman's face as she squats astride his chest. "I mean I don't usually care what kind of panties a woman has on, but seeing those cute lacy panties you've got on is really driving me crazy. It's really very sexy," He told her, licking his lips suggestively.
"Mr... Mr. Pope... you... you shouldn't talk to me like this... Please remove your hands from me... I... I... am a happily married woman, please respect me a little..." Tracy told the insolent young man beneath her, her voice starting off commanding but ended up as little more then a soft pleading whisper. She sees the laughing scorn in his eyes as she turns her head away, knowing that she should move, should scream, should do something to make him stop but finding herself unable to act. She was ashamed as all she could do was squat there like a fool letting a man she didn't even know look up her skirt at her most intimate of areas.
"What I'm curious about now though," Steve says after a few seconds of silence, ignoring her plea for him to remove his hands, "is whether or not you're wearing a matching bra? How about it, Mrs. Willows? Are you wearing a lacy blue bra under that silk blouse?"
