Plumber's Holiday By Sydney Gale

Doesn't every girl dream of being taken on the kitchen table by a hunky plumber? Not if all you want is to have your sink unblocked! It's hot outside and the kitchen's boiling too but still the dirty games continue.

I usually don't bake and cook in my bra and panties, but the forecasters were right on the money with predictions of record heat and humidity. I stood, in tribute, in my skivvies already wet with sweat in the unbearable heat of my kitchen.

I also don't know why I promised to make brunch for the old ladies in my garden club. I questioned my sanity and wondered if garden of the year was truly worth the effort of baking this silly quiche and hors d'oeuvres and supplying expensive shrimp cocktail that looked less and less appealing as the ice melted and the prawns bobbed sadly in the water.

I heard the buzzer on the dryer in the basement just as I was wondering where the hell the plumber was. He was supposed to have been here over an hour ago to do something about the blockage in the kitchen sink. I had tried to take care of it myself but only succeeded in slopping water all over my nice sundress, which had just finished in the dryer.

I slid a pair of heels on to run down to the basement to retrieve the dress. Normally I have slippers here, somewhere. I'm not much for going in that basement what with the centipedes and like and I sure wasn't going make the journey barefoot. The heels would have to do. I got down halfway when I heard the pounding on the back door. Great! Here I was, looking like a wilted hooker in my underwear and heels. I clomped back up the steps and grabbed the first thing that I saw to cover myself. An apron. Now I looked like a wilted French maid hooker. He pounded again.

"Just a second!" I yelled, hoping the guy was either half blind or would just think I was just wearing a bikini. What a scenario. How did I get myself into these fixes?

I flung the door open, trying to ignore his look of surprise. I also tried to ignore the bulge in his pants. What...was this guy watching me through the window or did he normally go around unclogging sinks with a hard on? It wasn't so disturbing, as it was intriguing thinking that this hunky handyman was watching me sweat and run around the kitchen in my bra and panties. But I was on a mission.

"I'm really in a hurry, buddy. I'll show you where I think the problem is," I told him averting my eyes from his crotch to read his nametag, "Norman."

"That's fine," he said and smiled. With all the eye averting going on in my sweltering kitchen, I still took time to notice he was quite handsome; tall, great smile, nice arms, apparently quite well endowed. Then he scratched his head and I suddenly didn't feel so out of place standing in my underwear and apron. Norman the Plumber, appeared to be wearing -- of all things, a toupee.

So here I am, in my kitchen, half-naked with a gorgeous plumber who's wearing a rug.

Doesn't he know bald men are sexy?

I led him to the sink and he stood behind me as I bent over the garbage disposal side and went on about whether it was shrimp peels not getting ground up or who knows what down there, but I think he was more interested in my backside than the sink when he laid his hands gently but firmly on my hips. Of course this caught me off guard and I straightened up abruptly.

This brought me even closer to him and he blew gently on my neck as he pulled my hips against him, his hard cock rubbing lightly, but oh so obviously against my rear.

"Hot, isn't it?" He asked as he moved his left hand to gently caress my belly. He could have been referring to a number of things that were hot, but I wasn't about to be choosy.

"Yes," I said with barely a whisper and tilted my head back to rest upon his muscular chest. I closed my eyes as he lightly kissed and licked my throat. Then he blew on the places he licked. If that was an effort to cool me, he failed, but how delightful it was.

I felt myself responding as he continued to kiss and caress and move against me. I turned my face slightly and he kissed my open mouth. He tasted of cool mint and I raised one of my hands from the edge of the sink to bring his face closer so I might receive his kiss deeper.

I heard the tinkling of ice against glass and my body jerked when he brought forth and touched me with a piece of quickly melting ice. With one hand, he massaged the ice between my breasts. I gasped at the unexpected gesture and he moved his mouth back to my neck to nip and kiss as his hands freed my breasts from the binding that held them. His cold, wet hands squeezed and pinched and my nipples responded immediately. I leaned against him, like a limp doll and he held me up with one hand cupping my breast and the other moving down my stomach.

The other hand, still cold and wet, slid into my panties and the sensation was almost too much to bear. He moved his fingers in tiny circles around my clit, which almost drove me to the edge. I wanted more from him and so I pushed his hands further down. The plumber sighed and moaned with pleasure as he found what I was urging him to seek. He pushed two of his cold fingers, with what was left of the ice inside me. The sensation was unbelievable and his fingers were soon hot with my wetness. He sucked and bit my neck and collarbone and kept up with his assault on my breasts. It was maddening and I reached behind to help him undo his pants.

The plumber pulled away a bit and said into my ear, softly, "Not yet." He reached for another ice cube and then sank down to the floor behind me pulling my panties down as he went.

I felt a cold tongue slide up and down my crack and finally push between my buttocks to probe and poke at my ass. I bent forward giving him better access and was rewarded with a deft tongue, complete with ice cube wandering further down and inside of my hot pussy. He rubbed my clit as he pushed the ice cube in and out until it was gone and I was near fainting.

I moaned and cried out with an intense orgasm as he tongued and massaged his big hands from front to back.

But I wanted more - I wanted to feel him inside me.

"Fuck me!" I ordered breathlessly and he stood back up behind me.

I fumbled, in that awkward position, at his belt but he stepped back to do it himself. Almost in frenzy, he made quick work of undoing his belt and zipper. I heard his pants fall to the floor with a hush and my suspicions of his endowment were confirmed as I felt the guilty party bobbing and tapping my ass.

Once again, I bent slightly forward, over the sink, and opened myself up to my handyman. He rubbed his cock up and down my crack, pushing playfully as if trying to enter my anus, but then guided himself inside my pussy. His cock curved upward rubbing against that delicious spot that made the hairs stand up on my body, even in the sweltering heat of the kitchen.

He continued to rub his fingers, slippery with my wetness, in maddening little circles around my swollen, sensitive clit. He pumped slowly, and with great patience and purpose stopping briefly every few seconds to reach down and gather more moisture to use in his relentless massage.

I reached back to rub my essence freely down his balls and he stopped pumping into me as I started to climax once again. He pushed himself into me as I bucked and contracted around his hard cock with my delicious orgasm.

"Yes," he sighed pulling my ass against him. "Oh, yes. I can feel you coming," he breathed and once again thrust his cock into me faster and harder. I felt my orgasm subside and my plumber reach his peak. He bit my neck as he came and I knew his love nip on my throat would leave a reminder.

I turned and slid my arms around his neck and kissed my husband full on the lips.

"That was wonderful, honey," I said to him. "Let's play again, soon, but I really have to get this cooking finished."

"I can't wait," Norman said and kissed me on the forehead. "When?"

"Surprise, me," I answered with a sexy smile. "But Norman?"

"Yes?" he smiled back.

"Next time, lose the wig!"