needed a fixin'

“Have a nice day at work, honey!” I say to my husband, planting a kiss on his lips as he left to work as he usually does every day. Little did I know, I would need his help later that day. I watched as he hopped on his car and left, waving at me as he drove out of our driveway. I closed the door behind me, and returned to my house chores, including washing the dishes we used on the breakfast.

I tied my long bronze hair up in a ponytail, then put on my latex gloves to do the dishes and move on to do the rest of my house chores. I walked towards the sink, looking at the pile of dishes waiting for me, then tried opening the faucet to let some water over the dishes. But, nothing came out of the pipe. I could hear some rumbling sound coming from the pipes, and closed the faucet, so to make the sound stop. It stopped.

I was in trouble! I needed the water to wash the dishes, and I had no knowledge in fixing pipes or anything of the sort. My husband could do it, but he was at work, and I am not willing to drag him from work back home to fix the pipes for me to clean the dishes. Then, I had a brilliant idea, and decided to call for help. My neighbors were gone to work, and the neighborhood around my house seemed like a ghosttown except for me. I was a little scared and worrying about what to do, then I remembered something! I have a friend who works with pipes and the like, and he lives across town. I could call him to get a quick fix, maybe for free, and then be able to continue my chores. His name is Logan, a tall, tan, muscular guy I met in college. We haven’t talked since he had to come repair some pipes in my old house, and I knew he made quite a good job with it.

I called Logan, and he was a little surprised to hear my voice after so long. “Natalie?! It’s been two years since I last heard from you!” he seemed eager to talk, so we caught up to each other for a while, before I told him of my problem and he agreed to come help me. “I have a problem with the pipes in my house, think you can come lend a hand?” I asked, in a slightly low voice. “Of course, I’ll be over in a moment” he said, then hung up. I laid back to wait for him, and made some tea to receive him warmly when he came, since it’s been so long since we last spoke or saw each other, for that matter.

When he first walked into my house, the first thing I noticed was that he had gotten much hotter. It could be the age, but he was looking really much better than he did two years earlier. He was slightly balding, but still had some hair. His blue eyes sparkled as they analyzed my body, which made me feel a little scared of his tall, looming presence. His smile was bright and welcoming, and I offered him some tea before getting to work. We sat down and drank the tea, and he complimented me, noting that I had gotten much more beautiful, complimenting my green eyes, my beautiful shiny hair and my smile. I was super flattered.

After having tea, I showed him what was wrong in the kitchen. Then, he swiftly proceeds to fix it, before my eyes, making it look so simple. He cleaned the pipes and water was coming out again. It was a blessing! I was able to wash the dishes now. He hugged me when he was done, and I could feel something bulging in his pants. While making his way towards the front door, I made a quick plan in my head. I called out for him, and walked rapidly towards him. He turned to look at me, then I “slipped” and leaped forward, towards him, landing my hand on his visible boner to not fall. I touched and felt the dick, then looked up at him, and he looked down at me with slightly red cheeks. Then, he pulled me up and started to kiss me.

We made out all the way into the kitchen, where he sat me up on the counter and took my skirt off, to reveal I had no underwear to begin with. I undid his jeans, to find out he was commando too, then got down on my knees to suck his dick, one bigger than my husband’s, and one I had certainly never saw before. It barely fit in my mouth, and I did my best to salivate it while using my tongue to toy with it. He pulled me up with his muscles, then sat me down on the counter and spread my legs open, to dive his face into my wet pussy.

He ate me for a few moments, then pulled me off the counter and raised my leg over his head, then penetrated me in a swift motion, pulling me towards himself to kiss. We made out while he fucked me standing, and we continued like that until he pulled out unexpectedly and made me squirt on the floor. I got down on my knees, on a puddle of my own squirt, then began to suck his dick once again, already wet with my juices. After a few moments, he came into my mouth, a load so large I could barely keep in my mouth, although it spilled a bit from the sides of my mouth.

He helped me up and we got dressed, then I bid him farewell for real. “Call me again if you ever need anything” He said in a very suggestive tone, with a devilish smile, and I returned the gesture. “Of course. Anything” I said, then waved him good bye. I had more chores than before now, take a shower, wash the dishes, and mop up the puddle of squirt I left on the kitchen floor! I had to make a lot of things before my husband returned home from work.