House Call

I was taking out the trash when I saw the truck pull up. Must be the plumber, I thought as I shielded my eyes against the glare of the afternoon sun. I waited while he got out, grabbing his kit before making his way to me. He was standing in the sun so I couldn’t make out his features but I noticed he was taller than Sarah told me. He was a friend of hers, and when I mentioned I needed to get my garburator replaced she suggested him. 

I was trying to recall his name when he walked up and offered it, “Hi, I’m Kurt. Hear you need some help?”

Getting a soft thrill at the sound of his voice it took a second to register his outstretched hand. Shaking it I found mine completely enveloped. Big hands! “Hi, Anne, and yes I do. I need to replace my garburator. I have the part already, but I need someone to swap it out for the old one.”

“Sure. Lead the way.”

I led him into the house, feeling a bit self conscious in my grubby shorts and tank top. I had been catching up on house cleaning and it was a heat wave in June, I wasn’t going for style over comfort. Plus he could totally be married. I never asked Sarah his relationship status, just his qualifications. 

Leading him into the kitchen I turn, finally putting a face to the voice. Damn! Handsome was an inept adjective. Stunning. Exquisite. Striking. All better descriptors. He was tall, I barely reached his shoulder, and had the cutest smile surrounded by a pepper and salt goatee. Soft brown eyes smiled from behind dark framed glasses and dark hair was curling around his ears. I sure hoped he wasn’t attached! Maybe we could act out a 70’s porn? Me, the lonely single gal needing help from the hot plumber, but unable to pay because I lost my purse yesterday. Oh no! Perhaps I could offer a service in trade? 

Lost in my fantasy I missed what he said, “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” 

Chuckling, he asked again, “Is the water shut off?”

Looking a bit confused, I shrugged, “I have no idea how nor where I would do that.”

Smiling, he moved towards me, closing the gap and all I could think was ‘Dear Playgirl…’ 

He on the other hand was not thinking dirty thoughts, “Excuse me, I need to get under the sink.”

Right, the sink I was standing in front of. The sink he was here to fix. He was here to work on the houses’ pipes, not mine. 

Jesus, Anne, what is wrong with you?

Shaking my head I step aside and watch as he bends down to check under the sink. Oh my. I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of that ass! As he inspected the cleaned out cupboard I lost myself back in the porn fantasy. 

When he stood he started talking about a shut off valve and needing additional parts and tools to do what I needed done. Getting a bit confused in his explanation I asked, “So you can’t swap it out today?”

“Yes, I can. If you have the time for me?”

Oh gorgeous, I got all the time for you, I thought. “So not a quick ten minute swap according to the YouTube videos I watched?” I ask instead. 

Laughing, he replied, “Thank goodness you didn’t try doing what those videos showed you. Might have flooded your kitchen!” 

Smiling, and keeping the secret that I had made a thirty second attempt before realizing I was out of my depth and needed a pro. “So what are we looking at instead?”

He explained something about creating a valve, needing a crimper (not the hair kind apparently) and more time to finish. He said he had the time to do it today, but didn’t know if I had other plans. 

“No, my plan was to be home today, so there’s no rush.” None at all. Maybe I could convince him to stay for dinner?

“Okay, I’ll need to run to a hardware store to grab a few things to create the valve, shouldn’t take long, I saw one on the drive here.”

I offered my bank card to cover the cost of the parts, but he said he’ll just give me the receipt and I can eTransfer it back to him when I pay for his time. The fee now renegotiated for the extra work. I was willing to pay and he was still more affordable than the other plumbers I had called. Lord knows what they would have charged for this additional work. 

While he was gone I took advantage and grabbed a quick shower, rinsing off the dust and sweat from a morning of cleaning, and blow drying my hair to a soft wave. I swapped out the ratty shorts and tank top for a cleaner, but still casual set, sans bra and panties. Trying to make a better impression without looking like I was trying. 

Timing it perfectly he returned as I finished, and I let him back in. 

“Wow,” he said, eyes wide as he took in the change. 

Smiling, I led him back into the kitchen, making sure there was an extra sway to my hips. I sure hope he was enjoying the view! 

“I’ll leave you to it. If you need me, I’ll be on the back deck.” 

As much as I wanted to be a distraction, I also wanted my garburator fixed. I grabbed my hat and book, heading to the backyard to read. 

I was trying to enjoy the book, but found myself distracted with every movement in the kitchen. I made sure to stay in his sightlines in the event he wanted me. I certainly hoped by the end of this he would want me, my mind flipping back to the earlier fantasy.

After about an hour he came out to let me know he was done. I followed him back into the kitchen and he explained how the valves worked (one for the sink and one for the dishwasher) and demonstrated the new garburator, which no longer sounded like nuts and bolts were running through it. 

I thanked him and pulled out my phone to pay him. Porn fantasy aside, the man had done a great job. Sending him the total for his time and parts, plus a little something extra for taking time out of his day off and spending more time to do things right, I found myself free to seduce him. 

Setting aside the phone I lean back on the counter, crossing my arms under my breasts, enhancing the cleavage and displaying them for visual consumption, “So, is there a Mrs. Kurt?” I ask with a sly smile.

Looking up from where he was putting his tools in his kit he looked surprised, “Excuse me?” 

“I’m curious, is there a Mrs in your life? Wife? Girlfriend?” He shakes his head, “Husband or boyfriend? I don’t want to assume.”

Chuckling he shakes his head again, “No, I’m single.”

“Great!” I push off from the counter, “Join me for dinner then.”

Still looking a bit shocked, he hesitated and my confidence wavered. Perhaps he wasn’t interested? It was rather bold of me to assume he was. We barely spoke five words outside the work I needed done. But, fuck it, I thought he was attractive and I was going to shoot my shot. If he turned me down at least I know I tried. 

Looking down at his clothes he replied, “I’m not quite dressed for dinner out.” 

Smiling, I gave him a slow once over, lingering and letting my gaze drink him in, “I think you look just fine…to join me in the backyard.”

With a nod, “Alright, could I grab a shower? I’m a bit dusty and sweaty.”

I showed him the guest bath, handing him some towels and padded back into the kitchen. Looking around I wondered what I had to make for dinner. Rapid fire thoughts bouncing around my head I finally landed on one idea, and I started preparing dough for pizza. Tossing a pizza on the grill outside seemed like a good idea. Plus, who didn’t like pizza?

Busy in the kitchen, hands deep kneading the dough, I didn’t hear him return. Setting it aside to rise I turn towards the fridge to grab tomatoes and startled at the sight of him filling the doorway. 

‘Hi,” he said sheepishly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Laughing and letting my heart calm, I ask, “How handy are you in the kitchen?”

“I can hold my own.” He states with confidence. 

“Excellent, you’re on sauce duty.”

“What are we having?” he asks as he circles the kitchen, rummaging in cupboards til he finds a pot. 

“Pizza!” I exclaim tossing him a tomato. 

For the next hour we work in the kitchen, chatting naturally as we prepare the sauce and toppings. The conversation flowed easily and there were flirtatious touches and glances as we went about our tasks, igniting an ember of desire. Once the dough was risen I got him to hand me the pizza stone from the top of the pantry. Usually I had to use the step stool, but he was able to reach it easily. He was quite handy to have around, and damn fine to look at. As he handed it to me our hands touched and I felt the smoldering ember of the last hour spark into a flame. I stopped breathing as his eyes darkened from friendly to seductive in a split second. His lips found mine a moment later and I almost dropped the stone in my rush to touch him. 

Stepping back, breaking the lip lock, I grabbed the pizza stone to me. “Wow,” the only word able to escape my mouth. More tumble through my head, but that’s the one to make sound. I look up at him, his own breath quick but he holds back, waiting for me to give the okay for more.

Returning to the kitchen I put the stone on the counter. Hands empty I turn around. He was right behind me, millimeters away. I look up and this time there is nothing hindering my hands and I pull him down to my mouth. The last kiss was brief, nothing more than a press of lips, chaste even. This one was full of craving. His tongue invaded my mouth, dominating and claiming my lips as his. I couldn’t help the groan that slipped out as his hands reach down, grabbing my ass and pulling me onto the counter.  From this height we were almost eye level. His hands slip under my shirt, caressing my ribs, circling to my back, as mine tangle in his hair. We remain that way for a long time, simply kissing, touching, exploring, enjoying the feel of one another. 

Sitting back I cup his face in my hands, his glasses smudged, hair tousled, lips wet and swollen, eyes full of yearning. I let my fingers trace the contours of his face, over his eyebrows, down his nose and tugging gently at the goatee. Fuck, he was so damn good looking. 

Kissing him gently, mumbling against his lips, “You need to start the BBQ.” 

Laughing, he tightens his arms around me to pull me off the counter, kissing my forehead he heads outside to do just that. Closing my eyes I take a few deep breaths. Damn that boy can kiss, I think, my fingers pressed to my lips.

Focusing back on the task at hand I start rolling out the dough on the stone, spreading the sauce around. He comes back in just as I’m putting the toppings on my half. During our discussion we found that we had similar tastes, but he had a hankering for olives and surprisingly I found some in my pantry, probably leftover from a party awhile back. We opted to top our own half of the pizza. Standing behind me his hands held my waist and he rested his chin on the top of my head. There were no words spoken, there didn’t need to be in this moment. When I finished my half he kissed my cheek and took over. 

I washed my hands and waited until he was done so I could take the pizza out to the grill, centering it and lowering the heat. He joined me a minute later and we stood awkwardly on the deck, staring at each other. Eyes dropping to his lips I want to kiss him again, but I knew if I started I wasn’t going to stop, and the pizza was gonna burn. Instead I gestured to the table and we sat down. After a stuttered start we found ourselves chatting easily again. I checked the pizza a few times and when it was almost done he helped me set the table to eat. We continued our discussions over dinner and I found he wasn’t just a pretty face. He was intelligent, articulate and funny. A complete package.

After dinner we continued chatting in the kitchen as we cleaned up. He even washed the dishes! Be still my heart. When everything was put away and the dishes drying in the rack we found ourselves once again hesitant on what to do. Well, not what to do, but how to start. 

Fuck it. I walked up to him, untucked his shirt, sliding my hands against his bare skin. Feeling the soft hairs and warm flesh my fingers slide up his chest, pulling his shirt off. My fingers continue to roam over him as he leans down to kiss me, his hands mimicking mine. 

“Bedroom?” he asked, shyly, face buried in my neck, trailing kisses along my collarbone. 

I take his hand and lead him upstairs to the bedroom, flicking off lights and locking the door on the way. I didn’t anticipate anyone bursting into the house, but I also had no idea how long this night was about to get. 

Curtains closed and a fan running, the bedroom was cold compared to the oppressive heat of downstairs. Holding the door open he walks through, stopping in the middle of the room, surveying the simple furnishings and art on the wall. The click of the door make him turn to me, a smile on those full lips. Damn. That was a smile that could steal a heart if I wasn’t careful. Stalking forward I slide my hands up his chest, snaking around his neck, fingers burying themselves in his thick hair, pulling him down to my level before capturing his lips. The kiss wasn’t gentle and the desire boils over for both of us as his tongue pushes through.

Encouraged by the guttural sounds coming from his throat my hands falling to the waist of his pants, tugging at the belt, eager to get them off. Stilling my fingers, kiss broken, his eyes dark with need, one hand pins both wrists behind my back. Gripping my chin with his thumb and forefinger he angles my head up, kissing me. Slowly. Deliciously. When I press forward he gently pulls my arms back, keeping me rooted. Fingers curling under the hem of my shirt he pulls it over my head, hair sweeping along my back, causing a shiver. The fabric falls around my hands, locked in with my wrists. His free hand cups my breast, thumb running over the nipple, watching intently as it tightens with the friction.

Moving around behind me he lets go over my wrists, the shirt falling to the floor. His large hands grip my shoulders in a small massage before they steal down my back, thumbs pressing into my spine until he stops at the swell of my ass. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband he pulls them down, crouching with the movement. 

Laying a tender kiss on the cleft of my ass, he groans, “Damn woman, you’re not wearing any panties.”

Breathing heavy, I can’t respond, my knees almost buckling as his teeth sink into the flesh of my ass. Parting my cheeks his tongue dips in, tracing a line from my asshole to my pussy, probing the wet hole. I widen my stance, but he’s behind me and I have nothing to hold on to or brace myself as I try to control the orgasm that’s building so I don’t fall. His tongue thrusts in and out, his hands still holding my ass. My left hand starts rubbing my clit as the right pinches nipples. I throw caution to the wind coming hard on his tongue, flooding his mouth with my juices. He pushes deeper into me, licking greedily, fingers soon replacing his tongue as another orgasm hits, this time his fingers causing me to squirt on him. 

“Fuck,” is all I hear before his mouth takes over. I reach a hand behind me, grabbing his hair and pulling him away from me. I want to see him eat my pussy. 

I turn to face him, looking down I see his face wet from me and I bend to kiss him, tasting my musk on his lips and tongue. 

Standing back up, I guide him back to my pussy, “More.”

Eager, he starts fingering me as his tongue works circles around my clit. I grab my tits and watch as enjoys himself. He lifts a leg over his shoulder to gain better access. I brace myself as the angle deepens his fingers and I cry out as I come again. 

Pulling his fingers out he licks them clean as he stands, “You taste so fucking good.”

Nodding, my hands reach for his belt. My turn. 

Dropping to my knees I tug his pants and briefs off, liberating the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. Long and thick he was going to stretch me to my limit. Skimming my hand up the shaft I wrap my hand around and my fingers barely touch. Fuck me, this was going to be amazing. With a deep breath I suck his cock into my mouth. Wet and warm I let my tongue probe and explore the vein on the underside of his cock, as the tip pushes to the back. He tangles his fingers into my hair, pulling gently as I move him in and out of my mouth. I can’t fit him completely in so I spit on his cock, stroking with my hand as I suck on the tip, tongue teasing the hole. Keeping my hand and mouth wet I work him to the tipping point before I stop. Releasing him I lean back, his fingers pulling at my hair as he tries to push me back on to his cock. 

Looking up I can see the frustration on his face, but the hunger in his eyes spoke volumes. Grasping my head he pulls me up and crushes his mouth to mine, backing me up to the bed. I hop up as he grips my knees and pushes them apart, with very little effort. He seizes my wrist as I reach out to stroke his cock, “You’ll have me undone in a second if you do that again.” 

Using my wrist as leverage he pushes me back on the bed, legs spread he nudges the tip of his cock against my opening. My hips rise up to meet him as he sinks into my pussy. I was tight, but still wet. Moving slowly, not only to allow me to adjust but so he can maintain control, he pushes deeper inside. Gripping my thighs, eyes closed I can see the control slowly starting to slip and I take great pleasure in watching his jaw twitch as I squeeze around him, especially as he hits the depths of my cervix. 

We both pause staring at one another, smiling with the knowledge that this was definitely more fun than whatever we had planned previously, and something we’ll want to do again. Pressing his hand down on my lower belly his thumb rubs my clit as his cock moves slowly in and out. I want fast and hard, but I also want this to last. Tempering my impatience I run my hand up his forearm, feeling the strength in his muscle as he teases my clit. I become mesmerized as he brings his thumb to his mouth, sucking and tasting before resuming his ministrations. I couldn’t stop myself as I squeezed tight around his cock, hips pushing up to deepen his stroke and the crash of pleasure hit me.  

“Oh fuck, Crystal,” is all he says before his hands grab my thighs and he starts thrusting hard. 

Fingernails digging into his arms I can’t stop coming, especially as he leans down, arms wrapping around my waist, mouth at my ear moaning my name. I close my eyes and revel in the sounds and feel of him, fingers latching onto that ass I was admiring earlier, as he explodes inside me, my name and ‘oh fuck’ the only words he knows. Shuddering I can feel his cock thicken once more, my pussy slick with us both. Holding tight to his cock I push my hips riding the last vestiges of orgasm that roll through my body.

Staring down at me, attempting to catch his breath he chuckles, “It’s like a damn 70’s porn.”