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"Leslie Does The Plumber"
Leslie was just about ready, she had soaked in the bath for about an
hour
and then dressed in her shortest black skirt. She sat on the edge of
the bed looking in the mirror and admired how good her tits looked
in
the black bra, she shortened the straps slightly, making them look
even
fuller, she could see the tops of her dark brown nipples peeping out
above the top of the lace. She slipped on her black stilettos and
stood
with her hands on her hips in front of the mirror, she wondered what
top to wear, should she go for a low cut vest or a blouse? She
grinned
as she pictured how Bob's face would look when she went to meet him
for lunch, he would probably like a blouse, she thought, with one to
many buttons left undone, she laid back on the bed, closing her eyes
as
she pictured Bob going down on her freshly shaved pussy, she
stroked
her thighs, teasing herself before allowing her finger tips to brush
against her damp lips, she moaned quietly as she slipped a finger
into
her now wet hole, she couldn't wait for Bob, she just had to cum
now.
Leslie had now got two fingers inside her pussy as she rubbed her clit
with her thumb, she was nearing orgasm when suddenly the doorbell
rang.
She sat up quickly and grabbed her blouse, buttoning it as she went
down stairs to get the door, she opened it to see a man standing
there,
toolbox in one hand and a clipboard in the other "good morning" he
said
with a smile, Leslie stood for a while just staring
blankly, "Plumber?"
said the man "apparently you've got a leak" "Oh my god, sorry, I
totally forgot that you were coming" said Leslie, remembering the
telephone call from a few days earlier, " I hadn't put you on my
calendar" "no harm done" he replied "can I come in?" "yes of course"
said Leslie, slightly flustered, wondering how long it might take "I
was just off to meet my husband for lunch" she explained "but I'm all
right for a bit" "That's why you're all dressed up then" said the man with
a grin "lucky hubby" Leslie blushed as she realised that she couldn't
be
showing any more leg or cleavage if she tried, she blushed even more
as
she recalled what she had been doing when the plumber arrived.
Leslie led him into the kitchen, she knew he was staring at her legs
and
arse as he followed, she felt her self redden slightly but also she
started to feel a familiar dampness between her legs, she was aware
just how short her skirt was and also that she had not put on any
knickers. "Can I get you a drink?" she asked " a cup of coffee would
be
nice" he replied. He watched as Leslie filled the kettle and crossed
the
kitchen to get a cup, as she reached up into the cupboard she stood
on
tip toes and realised that by stretching up her skirt would have
risen
a little, she felt the wetness of her pussy increase as she sensed
the
mans eyes burning in to the lower cheeks of her arse.
Leslie was really turned on now and decided that she should flirt with
the man, just to see what reaction she could get, she would tell
Bob
about it later over lunch, he liked it when Leslie attracted
attention
from other men. Leslie stood at the fridge for a while longer than
necessary, enjoying the cold air on her already erect nipples. She
poured the milk and held out the cup to man who was leaning against
the
worktop. He didn't try to disguise the fact that he was staring at
her
breasts.
Leslie looked him up and down, he was quite tall, his hair was dark
and
he hadn't shaved for a couple of days, she guessed he was in his mid
to
late twenties, he had on a blue boiler suit with a company badge
which
also had his name on it.
"So Carl, do you think you will be able to sort me out?" The man came
out of his trance and looked Leslie in the eye "of course I can" he
replied "just show me where the problem is" "well I seem to be
getting
a bit wet down here" Leslie explained, pausing just a second before
pointing to the cupboard under the sink. She turned and faced the
unit,
opening the door and bending forward slightly as if to look
underneath,
she wanted Carl to get a quick flash of her arse cheeks again and
maybe
just a glimpse of her pussy... but not too much.
Carl moved next to Leslie and knelt down, he peered into the cupboard
"I'm afraid you'll have to shift all this stuff" he said looking up
at her, Leslie crouched, her leg brushed against his "o.k. just give
me a
minute" she replied as she grabbed some tins and pots. As she
emptied
the cupboard she could feel Carl's eyes burning into her tits, he
was
also trying to glance up her skirt but Leslie knew how to control
just
how much to let him see, she had had a bit of experience in
exhibitionism before.
When the cupboard was empty Leslie stepped aside allowing Carl to
look at
the pipes, he sat with his back to the cupboard and leaned
backwards,
looking up at the underside of the sink "I can see your problem" he
said "you need a washer, that's all. He reached down to his tool box
and grabbed an adjustable wrench, Leslie watched as he expertly
worked
on the pipes, she was a little annoyed that he seemed to be paying a
bit too much attention to the job and not her. She moved closer, her
foot touched his leg as she got as close to him as she could, Leslie
stood with her feet slightly apart, knowing that if he glanced up he
would certainly be able to see her bald pussy.
She leaned over the sink and without thinking turned on the cold tap.
Carl swore as cold water spilled all over him, as he sat up quickly
he
bumped his head on the underside of the unit, his overalls were
soaked
all down the front "sorry, I'm so sorry" gasped Leslie as she looked
down at Carl, a bump had started to appear on his head "let me get
something for that" she said touching the bump as she did. She
grabbed
a tea towel and ran the cold tap again, more water flooded out from
under the sink soaking the floor where Carl was still sitting.
Leslie put the wet tea towel over the bump on Carl's head "let me dry
those for you" she said as she tugged at the zip on the front of
Carl's
overalls Carl tried to protest "you cant" he said as he tried to
stop
her "I don't wear much underneath" "how much?" Leslie asked with a
raised eyebrow "just some boxers" he replied "don't worry, I promise
I
won't take advantage of you" she replied. Carl stopped protesting "I
wouldn't mind if you did" he said with a grin, Leslie looked at him
"aren't you naughty" she said with a devilish look "lets get these
off
then" Leslie tugged at the overalls and pulled them down carls legs
and
off over his feet, she put them straight in the drier, this time she
leant right forward knowing that Carl would get a proper eye full of
her pussy, which was by now as wet as Carl's overalls.
Leslie knelt next to Carl, putting her hand on the towel, as she did
Carl
put his hand on her leg "you are getting brave aren't you" said
Leslie
and then she noticed the bulge in his boxer shorts "and what are we
going to do about this swelling?" she said "wait here while I ring
my
husband to tell him that I'm going to be late, and then we will do
something about that"
Leslie went in to the lounge and grabbed the phone, her hands
trembled as
she dialed Bob's number, she was having wicked thoughts and wanted
to
involve him in her fun. Bob answered the phone "hello sexy" he said
"are you ready for lunch?" "I'm going to be late" replied
Leslie "I've
been a naughty girl" "what have you been up to?" asked Bob. Leslie
explained about the forgotten plumbers appointment "I'm afraid I've
been flirting with him and leading him on a bit" she said "and now I
think he wants to fuck me" There was silence from the other end of
the
phone, Bob had always encouraged Leslie to fuck other men, but he
was
always present, she wondered if she had gone too far "are you still
there?" she asked a little nervous "do you want him to fuck you?"
asked
Bob "well I am extremely horny, and he has seen my pussy" she
replied.
There was a moments silence and then Bob replied "O.K. but on one
condition, I get to listen" "mmmm yes Leslie squealed" and when I'm
finished here I will come and meet you and then you can fuck me too"
Leslie walked back into the kitchen, she decided not to let Carl know
about the conversation, she thought it would be more exiting to
pretend
that Bob didn't know about it. She placed the phone carefully on
the
worktop and knelt down next to Carl again "I've told him I've been
held
up for an hour or so, now lets see what we can do about this" Leslie
placed her hand on the front of Carls boxers and looked him in the
eye
"I'm a very naught girl" she said, with that Carl stood up and
pulled
Leslie to her feet, he grabbed her round the waist and kissed her
hard
on the mouth "ooh squealed Leslie, what are you going to do to me?"
she
was conscious of the phone on the worktop and wanted to let Bob
know
what was going on as much as possible " I'm gonna fuck you of
course"
Carl said through gritted teeth "but first I want a taste of that
sweet
cunt that you've been showing me ever since I got here"
He dropped to his knees and pushed Leslie back against the tumble
drier,
he ran his hands up her legs, lifting her skirt as he did, he lifted
one leg over his shoulder and buried his face into her wet cunt,
licking and sucking until Leslie was screaming with delight "ooh yes"
she squealed as she leaned back against the vibrating tumble drier
"lick my pussy, harder, harder" Leslie's knees were trembling and she
could barely stand, she grabbed hold of Carl's ears and pulled him
to
his feet, she spun him round so that he was now leaning against the
drier, she remembered Bob on the phone and for his benefit told
Carl
that she was going to suck his cock.
She dropped to her knees so that her face was level with Carl's
straining
boxers, she tugged at the waist band and gasped as his cock sprung
free. Leslie wrapped the fingers of one hand round the shaft and with
the other hand cupped his balls. She looked Carl in the eye as she
flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock. It was Carl's turn to
gasp
out loud "you like that don't you" teased Leslie, she exaggerated
every
slurp and every moan and tried to imagine what Bob would be doing
on
the other end of the phone.
Carl reached down and undid the last couple of buttons on Leslie's
blouse, he kneaded her tits through her bra "you've got fantastic
tits"
he said throwing his head back as Leslie swallowed the whole of his
stiff cock "you are a dirty bitch aren't you" he growled "dirty and
very, very naughty" she replied "I hope my husband doesn't find out
that I have sucked another mans cock" Leslie smiled to herself as
tried
to remember how many cock's she had sucked while Bob sat and
watched.
"let me have a suck on those gorgeous tits" ordered Carl, Leslie stood
and pulled his head towards her chest, Carl hooked one of her tits
out
of the bra that was straining to contain them and took the big brown
nipple in his mouth and sucked as hard as he could, Leslie loves to
have
her nipples sucked and Carl licked and sucked both of them until
they
hurt.
Leslie was desperate to be fucked, she pulled away from Carl and
leaned
forward over the kitchen table, she leaned over and grabbed the
phone
and put it on the table in front of her "fuck me" she hissed "fuck
me
now" Carl stood behind Leslie and placed his hands on her arse
cheeks,
he forced them apart and nudged the tip of his stiff cock against
her
soaking pussy lips "Yes" ordered Leslie "stick your cock in my cunt,
stick it right in" her mouth was inches from the phone as she
spoke "I am such a bad girl"
She gasped as Carl slid his whole cock into her hungry pussy, his
balls rested against the cheeks of her ass as he pulled her back "oh yes,
fuck me hard, make me cum" Carl slid his cock almost all of the way
out
and then slammed it back in "I'll teach you to be such a prick
teaser"
he growled "you shouldn't show off your pussy unless you're prepared
to
get fucked good and proper" He thrust his cock in and out, faster
and
faster.
Leslie could feel her orgasm building it moaned louder and louder "I'm
gonna cum, oh yes I'm gonna cum" she shrieked as she came and as she
did she felt Carl's hot cum filling her pussy, he shouted as he shot
his load "you dirty bitch, you fucking whore"
Leslie leaned forward on the table trying to catch her breath. She saw
Carl take his overalls from the drier and grab his tool box "I'll
leave
you to tidy up" he said as the front door slammed.
"He's gone" Leslie whispered down the phone "did you enjoy that as
much
as I did?" there was silence for a moment and then Bob
replied "yes,
but now I need to fuck you" "I had better get moving then" Leslie
replied "I could do with another stiff cock inside me, see you in
about
half an hour.
As Leslie got ready to leave the house she decided that it was about
time
that she rang the electrician about the faulty light switch in the
bedroom, I will make an appointment for next time I'm meeting Bob
for lunch she thought, I could get used to this.
--
"After a shooting spree, they always want to take the guns
away from the people who didn't do it."
-William S. Burroughs