Everything but the Kitchen Sink.

A Short Story by Scott Lakewood.

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I had never thought that plumbing was the least bit interesting, until I had 
occasion to need a plumber. Life always has surprises in store, especially when 
you least expect it...

I was running late. I had a dinner party tonight, and I had not even finished 
prepping the vegetables for the meal, when I discovered there was something 
wrong with the salmon I had bought. I lifted it from the fishmonger's paper, 
and saw that the scales were grey, and skin on the underside of the filets was 
slimy. "I can't believe this!" I thought... I knew it had to be some kind of 
mistake, because this seafood place had the best wares around. My guests were 
only hours away from coming over, and I had to drive all the way back across 
town to get some fresh fish. 

I got into my car, remembering fondly the last time I had driven through 
that side of town. I thought of the tire, and remembered the events of that 
night with a shiver of pleasure. "There sure isn't going to be anything like 
that taking place this afternoon," I thought. "It's broad daylight, and I 
have new tires!" I giggled. I placed the re-wrapped parcel on the passenger 
seat, and started the car. As I drove along, I remembered the feel of him, 
and the abandon which I had surrendered myself to his manhood. I felt a 
tinge of regret that I had not allowed myself the chance to know anything
about him, but I felt it best that there be no relationship, to keep the 
fantasy alive. 

I went back to the seafood market, and the owner apologized profusely. I 
stood there as he replaced the salmon with fresh filets, cutting them from 
a newly caught fish, and I was dumbfounded as gave me my money back. This 
had to be a good sign that the evening was going to go well! I knew that 
I had to get back to the house quickly, so I drove a little faster. I 
walked in the kitchen door, and to my horror, there was 3 inches of 
water on the floor! What on earth was going on here? I opened the 
cabinet door, and saw that the pipes under the sink were gushing water! 
I  could not believe that this was happening! Today of all days!

I picked up the phone book, thumbing rapidly through the yellow pages, 
looking for a plumber that made emergency house calls. I found a listing 
for one, not too far from me. I dialed the telephone, and a pleasant-sounding 
man answered.
"Pipe Doctors, can I help you?" the voice said.
"Oh I hope so!" I replied. "I have water all over my kitchen floor, and 
guests coming over for dinner in a few hours. Do you make house calls?"
"We sure do!" he replied with a chuckle. "My assistant isn't here today, 
but I don't have anything on the books at the moment." 
I gave him my name and address, and he said that he could be there in ten 
minutes. What a relief! I pulled out a chair, and sat heavily, to await 
his arrival. 

A few minutes later came a knock on the door, and as I opened it, I felt 
an involuntary gasp of surprise rise from the pit of my stomach! Except 
for his height, he could have been a twin to my mystery tire-repairman! 
I stood in the doorway, with my mouth open, and what must have been a 
look of complete shock on my face. He was wearing a pair of jeans that 
looked like they had been painted to his lean frame, and a white cotton 
shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I let my gaze wander across his muscular 
arms, and he coughed.
"Umm, I'm here to fix the sink?" he questioned, as he recited my address. 
"Is this the right house?" 
I nodded dumbly, unable to find my voice. He walked in the door, and asked 
where the kitchen was. I was still unable to speak, and I motioned for him 
to follow me. As I led him into the kitchen, all of the desire I had felt 
on that long-ago night came rushing back! We walked into the flooded room, 
and I felt weak. I sat in the chair I had pulled out, and he made a humming
noise in his throat. 
"It seems like you've got a problem." he said.
I thought, "Yeah, sure, I've got a problem, and it isn't in my sink." I felt
flushed, and completely transparent.
Well, it's nothing we can't take care of right away. You said on the phone 
that you had a dinner party tonight? What are you having?" he inquired, as 
he opened his red toolbox.
"Fish" I croaked. "Salmon Provençal, I mean" I said after clearing my throat. 
"Mmmm, he said. That sounds great!" he smiled. I couldn't stand it! He had 
the most perfect smile, with even, white teeth. He couldn't have been any 
more than thirty. God, he was sexy... I simply wasn't able to deal with this.
He leaned down to look into the cabinet, and as he reached in to close the 
shut-off valve, I noticed there wasn't a ring on his finger. More good signs, 
I thought. 
"Can I help?" I asked. "Is there anything that I could do for you? I remember
you said your assistant wasn't available today, so..." I trailed off, hoping 
he wouldn't notice how I was looking at him. 
"Well, sure." he smiled. "I'd be glad to have you help. Normally, when a 
customer wants to help, I charge them extra, but for you, I'll make an 
exception." We both laughed, and I wondered what he meant by making an 
exception. I hoped it was the same thing I was interested in...
"Looks like you've got a crack." he said from under the sink.
"What!" I replied, thinking naughty thoughts.
"In your supply line coming from the water purifier unit. Nothing that 
serious, just messy." He said. I just knew that he was talking about 
something other than my pipes. 
"Where exactly is that?" I asked.
"Well, it's under here, and it would be a tight squeeze, but if you want
to look, lean down here, and I'll show you." I leant into the dark opening 
of the cabinet, and saw his flashlight beam pointing to the copper pipe. 
"What do you need?" I asked. "From your toolbox, I mean." It's right here
behind you, so I can give you what you want, I mean get you what you need." 
I stammered. "Here I go again," I thought. "What is it with me, and sexy 
guys fixing things for me?" 
"Well, all I need is a small pipe wrench, and a fitting. There's enough 
excess on this pipe that I can just trim the end, and replace the connector, 
and that would be it." As I gave him the pipe cutter he requested, I found 
that I wanted to watch him work, so I asked if I could see what he was 
doing. He told me that it would be okay, and that if I had known what to 
do, he wouldn't have had to come over. He offered to show me what to do, 
so that I could fix it myself. 

As I squirmed under the counter, I realized that we were almost touching 
each other over the length of our entire bodies. I could feel the heat 
of his skin through the thin silk blouse I was wearing, and the proximity
was beginning to affect me. I watched him work deftly on the pipe, and he 
asked me to hold the light so that he could use both hands. 
"Would you like to tighten up the fitting?" he asked.
"Umm, sure." I replied. He handed me the wrench, and as I guided the tool 
around the fitting, his hand closed over mine. I flinched from the 
electricity in his touch, not expecting it to happen. I began to tighten 
the fitting, and he cautioned me not to overtighten it, as it might 
contribute to another leak.
"Just enough to close it, and not enough to strip the threads." He said. 
Threads aren't all I want to strip, I thought... I looked into his eyes 
at that second, and slid my hand down his arm, to rest it on his hip. 
"Thanks," I murmured. "I surely wouldn't want to create any more problems 
under here. We'd be here all night, and I'd never get dinner finished." 
I gazed steadily into his eyes, and gently pressed my hand into his hip. 
I knew that he could see the twin buds showing through the filmy silk of 
my blouse, as it was clinging to me. The water was turned back on, and 
from somewhere, a spray issued, drenching us both in cold water. He 
abruptly turned the valve, and the jet of water stopped. We both laughed, 
and he looked for the source of the leak. I looked down at us, and saw 
that my blouse was plastered to my skin. I was completely visible through 
the white silk. I looked over at him, and saw that his cotton shirt was 
also clinging to his chest, and I noted the small dark circles of his 
areolae, and the hard points protruding from the centers of them through
his shirt. He hadn't seemed to notice that I was effectively nude from 
the waist up. 
"Well, it seems that I haven't completely fixed this." He said.
"Don't be disappointed," I replied, "That just means that you'll have to 
do a little more."
"Well, we weren't busy at the shop today, and I get bored sitting around." 
He was about to stop being bored, if I had anything to do with it. 
He began to reach for the wrench to loosen the other leaking fitting, and 
mumbled something about needing another tool. He looked back and down to 
find his toolbox, and noticed for the first time that my blouse was adhering 
completely to my bosom. His hand stopped in mid travel, and his gaze wandered 
over my chest. 
"Umm, I think we've gotten wet." he stammered, as he noticed that his 
clothing was just as revealing in its wetness as was mine. 
"That's okay," I purred. "I have towels in the bath."
"Looks like we're going to need them." He replied. He grasped the tool he 
was reaching for, and as he brought his hand back under the cabinet, his 
arm brushed against the protruding button of my nipple. I involuntarily
gasped, and he continued to effect his repairs of the plumbing, trying not 
to notice how warm it had suddenly become in the dark confines under the 
sink. He tightened up the last fitting, and turned the valve back on, there 
were no further leaks. 
"Well, that seems to have fixed it." He said.
"I'm so glad" I smiled. What was I going to do? The moment seemed so perfect,
and I did not want to let it slip away. I leaned over, and kissed him, 
gently. His hand went around my waist, and he pulled me to him. I moaned 
slightly, and ran my hands down the muscles of his chest, feeling the 
warmth through his wet shirt. I continued down across his flat stomach, 
and began to undo his leather belt. He shifted slightly under the sink, 
and I began to unbutton his jeans. I could feel the heat in his loins, 
and found that he had nothing on underneath. I slowly slid my hand inside, 
and grasped his firm manhood.
"Mmm..." he moaned softly. I squirmed my way down to him, and ran the pink 
tip of my tongue across the end of his firmness. As I drew him slowly into 
my warm, wet mouth, he shifted again. I continued to trace the length of
him with my lips and tongue, and slowly drew his entire hardness into my
mouth. I felt him shudder, and wondered for the briefest of moments whether 
it was from the cold water that had sprayed on us, or the fact that I was 
pressing my nose into his stomach. I decided that it was that I had his 
entire manhood inside my mouth. I continued my ministrations, and as I 
alternately withdrew him from between my lips, and slid his entire length 
into my throat, I felt him tense and relax, in a synergetic rhythm with 
my movements. I continually traced my tongue over him, and I knew that 
neither of us could last much longer. I reached beneath him, and cupped 
his firm buttocks in my hands, as I reached for support and balance. His 
fingers were lightly entwined in my hair, neither guiding nor probing, but
merely in soft contact with me. He sharply drew a breath, and I knew his 
moment was near. I increased the pace of my movements, and his explosion 
felt as if it pulsed through my entire body. As I gently diminished my 
efforts, he let out a deep sigh, and slid his hands to my face. He lifted 
me from him, and we looked deeply into each other's eyes.
"I don't believe this." He said. 
"Neither do I." came my rejoinder. "Shall we continue?"
I squirmed to my feet, and his gaze wandered up the length of my body, 
lingering on my breasts, and I slowly peeled the soaked fabric from them.
I kicked off my loafers, and slid out of my jeans. Standing before him,
completely exposed to his gaze, I knelt, and began to remove his clothing 
as well. He started to rise from the floor, and struck his head on the 
cabinet.
"Owww!" He exclaimed. "I can't believe I did that!"
"Here... let me make it better." I murmured, as I leaned in to kiss his 
forehead. My lips traced his forehead, and his hands found the globes of 
flesh that seemed to float before his eyes. He came to his feet, and I 
continued to strip him of his clothing. We stood together for some eternal
moment. I felt the heat of his skin against mine, and the throbbing of 
him pressed against my stomach, he leaned me back against the kitchen 
table, and began to draw his lips down my stomach. I gasped with delight 
and surprise, as his tongue began to trace across my pulsing womanhood. 
I could feel the pulsing ecstasy building deep within me, and the electric 
touch of his lips against my lips was driving me insane with pleasure. His 
tongue found the sensitive nub, and I screamed in passion.
"Oh my GOD don't STOP" I cried. I entwined my fingers into his hair and 
began to rock his head from side to side, as he continued to pleasure me. 
I was on fire, and he was doing a fantastic job as a fireman. As the waves
of sensation flooded through me, I lost all sense of time, place, and 
reality as I succumbed to his skill. He took a deep breath, and stood
before me. I was splayed across my kitchen table, and I felt that there 
was nothing in the world as important as what was about to happen. He 
slowly stepped closer, and I felt the iron-hard tip of his masculinity 
touch me where his lips had been a second before. I reached for him, 
grasping his firm behind, and he slowly stepped into me. I felt the 
firmness slide within me, and immediately the waves of pleasure began 
surging through my body. We fell into another symbiotic rhythm, and we
moved together once again as if we had been meant to. I felt him deep 
inside, and as I closed around him again and again, I knew that he and
I were to step over the brink into ecstasy together. He began to breathe 
more heavily, in tune with my own ragged breaths, and once again, his 
deluge exploded deep within. After some infinite moment, he stepped back, 
and sank into the chair I had been sitting in, some interminable length of 
time before. He lay his head on my flat stomach, and I caressed his face 
tenderly. 

"I cannot believe this," he kept murmuring. "I simply cannot believe this."
"Believe it, and enjoy the belief," I replied. "We both knew what we wanted,
and we had the desire to take it." I began to rise from the hard surface 
of the table, and he stood before me. 
"I should get dressed," He said. "I know you have a dinner party to get 
ready for, and I don't want to keep you from it." 
"Yes, but I have my sink fixed now!" I laughed. I knew that if I needed 
any more repairs, that I would most definitely call him. He knew his way 
around a set of pipes! We dressed in silence, each knowing that there very 
well might be more in the future. I resolved that if I found myself in this 
type of situation again, that I wouldn't be so secretive and so quick to 
let one get away as I had before.

He finished collecting and storing his tools, and I asked for the bill.
"Bill? There is no bill." He said. "How on earth could I bill you for this?"
"Well, I can always come up with some other plumbing problem that I'm sure 
you can fix!" I said. 
"Yes, I'm sure you can." He replied with a smile. As he left, and I began 
to resume preparing dinner I thought about both of the encounters I had 
experienced. Two men, in the perfect place at the perfect time. 

My guests began to arrive shortly thereafter, and as we sat down to dinner,
I wondered what they would think if they knew what had happened on this very
table a short time ago. I secretly smiled in pleasure, and wondered what the 
future held.

