The Plumber Who Stayed For Lunch
He came to fix the sink, shirt off by noon, sweat on his abs. I "couldn't find my robe" and bent over the counter so he'd see my bare pussy from behind. "Ma'am, the pipe's fine," he said, but his eyes weren't on the pipe. I turned, legs spread on the kitchen island, and asked "then what are you looking at?"
He ate me on the counter, then bent me over the dishwasher. The lonely housewife got filled mid-day while the washer hummed — exactly the dirtiness I crave when my husband's at work.
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He left with a tip and a smile; I stayed wet till dinner. More of my stories here →
I'm so horny right now just remembering the counter — wish it was you.
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