[Cheating] Bathroom Faucet Repair

[bushwacker]

“My husband isn’t here enough to take care of everything so I am glad you are available today.” Mrs. Norman said as I followed her up the stairs of her grand house. I knew she was talking about the bathroom faucet I was there to repair, but I couldn’t help fantasizing that she was referring to her wonderful, sexy bottom she was swaying back and forth in front of me on our climb.
Even though it was not a small butt, it was shapely and fit; the round globes bouncing their way in front of my face obviously belonged to a woman who keeps in shape. The way she looked, it was easy to tell Mrs. Norman took pride in her body. I trailed behind her, up the stairs, my nose not two feet behind her wonderful backside, breathing in her faint perfume and watching closely as one butt cheek rose and fell against the other; the cleft of their joining was showing through the slightly transparent, black, Spandex tights. I watched transfixed as a reverse cameltoe wagged back and forth in the gap created between her toned thighs like a pendulum. Above the tights she wore only a tight, green, cotton top with spaghetti straps for sleeves. It was adequate only for showing how inadequate thin cotton material is for containing sized ‘D’ breasts like hers that were swaying in accord with her hips and cameltoe as we climbed. With the tights, the running shoes and the sweatband in her hair, she looked ready for a workout at the gym.
As she led me down a hallway from the top of the stairs, she turned her head to glance at my progress behind her and when she swung her hair, a hint of her scent was left for me to breathe through as I followed her. A trail of fresh herbal soap and musk led me like a hungry bird to bread crumbs, making sure I was following her. It was a big house but, finally, we reached the bathroom where she turned to face me and, except for the brief introduction at her front door, this was the first time I was able to really look into her eyes. I was 22 and I would guess she was eight to ten years older than me. She stood no more than three feet from me, 3 inches shorter, with the nipples of her breasts pushing through the thin material of her shirt. Her gemstone hazel and green eyes were set with a slight Mediterranean tilt into a radiant face of high cheekbones and full lips that I immediately fell into, helpless and adrift like a castaway raft on a sea they looked so much like. She knew she had me mesmerized and seemed used to it. She seemed very confident at being adept at taking advantage of such a situation, as if she did it all the time. I was under her control, there seemed nothing I could do about it and I didn’t care.
We discussed the issue with the faucet and another leak under the sink that came about when her husband turned the shut-off valve. After we came to terms she said she would be available in the workout room down the hall, should I need her. Again I got a glimpse of her scent as she brushed past me to leave; a smell of fresh herbal soap and musk. I watched the sway of her hips as she walked away while she grabbed her dark mane of hair to pull it up into a ponytail using the sweat band for a knot. With her arms up, tending to her hair, she turned around again, as if to see if I was watching, and I caught a glimpse of the profile of her breast and a stiff nipple pushing against the thin fabric.
In a daze, I set about my work. Soon I found I had to turn the water service to the house off to make the repair. Upon my return I happened to hear a rhythmic cadence coming from down the hallway in the other direction from the stairway. I was not sure but it sounded like someone running. Once I found the source of the noise, I saw Mrs. Norman running on a treadmill with earphones in her ears in what was obviously a large workout room. She was running at a fast jog, the muscles in her thighs flexing and releasing, her hips flexing tight then bouncing when released with each stride. Her breasts were being tossed, up and down, the thin shirt and tights, now wet from sweat, had started to become transparent. Her pony tail was swinging from side to side, leading my gaze from one side of her body to the other and then, finally, to the trickle of sweat beading up at the top of her lower spine, caught in a tiny pool created by the jut of her behind while she ran. I guess I had been standing there awhile before I noticed her staring back at me with those intense eyes through a mirror I had not even noticed was there.
Embarrassed, I started to leave just as she asked “Did you need something?” as she pulled the ear phone from her left ear.
“The water will be off for a bit”, I said.
“I am going to need to shower soon. Will it be off long?” she said without breaking stride.
“Just a few minutes and then I will turn it back on”
“Okay” and she went back to her treadmill as I made a hasty exit before I got caught again, watching that fantastic body move.
Since she needed the water soon, I hurriedly finished installing the valve and ran back downstairs to restore the water. Finally, I was on the home stretch with this job and I wanted to finish and get out of there while I still could reason but it was not to be. When I returned to the bathroom, I crawled under the lavatory to finish. Laying on my back, as I looked around for my basin wrench, I discovered I was in a perfect position to view the area in front of the shower where Mrs. Norman had begun removing her shoes! Once again I was transfixed. Since I was below the line of the mirror she was facing, I figured I was, this time, at a vantage point that was safe from detection so I watched.
After the second sock dropped to the floor, next to come off was her top and I could not believe I was there, watching this transpire. Since the tight top was wet from her workout, it came off only with a lot of wriggling on her part and with a final tug overhead, it released her breasts with a fine jiggle.
I could feel a stirring in my jeans as I watched, mesmerized, so I reached down to give a squeeze to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
She proceeded to remove her tights, digging a thumb under the waistband on each side of her hips and then sliding them slowly toward the floor. Here the sweat that was covering her body actually helped the process and the waistband slid quickly to the bottom of her butt, paused a beat at the top of where her toned hamstrings curved in toward her round butt cheeks, and finally went to her ankles when she bent over to push them to the floor. Her position almost made me cream in my jeans as I was now viewing a detailed definition of Mrs. Norman’s puffy, sweaty labia, pooching out a bit past the spot where the waistband of her tights had paused moments before. Her vaginal lips were well defined not only because she was totally shaved but also because their extreme thickness caused them to prevail past the curve of her hamstrings and into the light of the room. It was now apparent that these fleshy lips are what had filled the crotch of her tights and caused the flesh filled pouch to swing like a pendulum previously when we were climbing the stairs.
I think I was trembling when she stood up, arms raised and back slightly arched to undo her earlier knotting of her hair, making her breasts stand out, pointing nipples unencumbered, as she released the knot and set her hair free. She stood there for a moment, looking at herself in the mirror before her, hands on her hips wearing only a mild red welt left from the waistband of her tights, like a belt around her taut, flat waist. Her legs were spread slightly, vaginal lips creating a silhouette between her thighs as they dangled loosely. She looked incredible!
I was lying there on the floor with my right hand on my boner in my jeans and the basin wrench in my left hand, suspended and paralyzed in mid-air, gazing at this beautiful, naked woman suddenly before me when she turned her head to aim her eyes in my direction. Our eyes locked and I could only lay paralyzed thinking I was now about to become a fugitive from the police for seeing what only Mr. Norman should see. Her gaze moved from my eyes, down my torso to my crotch, my stiff penis still encased inside my jeans and my fist. Then she smiled the first smile I had seen from her that day; a beautiful, toothy white smile as she moved out of my sight, into the shower.
As if released from a spell, the basin wrench clanged against the faucet while I attempted to gain control of the nervous tremble I had taken on. The picture of her stuck in my mind and would not move out of my sight so that I could see what I was trying to do with the wrench but, somehow, I finished the job okay because the only thing leaking was me when I stood up to test the faucet. I had pre-cum darkening my jeans quite noticeably and I thought about how, next time, I should wear underwear to prevent just such occasion.
I finished testing my work by washing it from my hands, and when I looked around for a towel to dry them I found a stack of bath towels. I carefully grabbed one to “blot” my hands dry without unfolding it so I could then just restack the towel and quickly steal out of the bathroom but this plan was thwarted when I heard the shower shut off and Mrs. Norman call out my name.
“Yes Mrs. Norman?” I said.
“Could you do me a favor, please?”
I was frozen in my tracks with the towel in my hands, “Uh, sure…! What do you need?”
“I got into the shower in such a hurry I forgot a towel and I will freeze if I have to walk over to get one…!”
“No problem Mrs. Norman! I can bring it before I go!” I say.
Holding the towel, really a large, fluffy, bath sheet, extended as far behind me as I could reach, I proceeded to walk backward towards the shower with the towel extended behind me in one hand and my tools in the other.
I heard her laugh and then say, “Oh, don’t be silly, I know you have already seen it all!” which I took as an invitation to get one last look at that fantastic face and body. When I turned around I found her soaked head to toe, her once flouncy mane of hair now stuck to her athletic shoulders and arms which were crossed under her ample breasts. There were faint tan lines where her half dollar sized areolas were bordered by slightly paler shades of her slightly olive skin. These tan lines caused me to wonder about the other half of the bikini sunscreen so I glanced at her pubic mound and saw a narrow line of cropped pubic hair bounded by a similar faint triangle. This view also provided me with a proper angle to see how her elongated lips, now warmed from the hot shower, dangled below her Labia Majoris and how the head of her clitoris was prominent and poking like the tip of a tiny penis.
“The towel please?” she said and when I looked up into her fantastic eyes, I realized I was caught by her for a third time while checking her out!
My head was swimming with desire by this point and, like her thin shirt was inadequate to contain her full breasts just minutes ago, the denim of my jeans seemed less adequate to contain my erection with my balls beginning to feel strained; they had been working up a load since she first opened the door to let me in today. She must have been reading my mind as she said, “I see I’m not the only one who is all wet!” as she looked down at the two dark spots on my jeans while she reached for the towel.
“Those are interesting stains on your pants. I wonder what caused them.” she said with the serious expression of a scientist pondering a new hypothesis while she dried her hair with the towel. Her breasts jiggled and her nipples seemed to grow from either the jiggling or her suggestion or both. She seemed to enjoy watching me look at her standing there naked, legs slightly spread, like she was letting her sex breathe as if it were a bottle of fine wine.
She quickly locked the towel around the top of her breasts and, while hypnotizing me with those green and hazel eyes, moved swiftly toward me, deftly finding I was not wearing underwear when she slid the palm of her left hand down my belly, under my jeans and onto my stiff shaft. Her right hand was working my tee shirt off over my head. Too awestruck by what was happening to me, I don’t remember, but I must have dropped my tools so I could raise my arms to assist; all the while her eyes never left mine.
The feel of her soft hand on me was exciting and I felt another spurt of pre-cum slip out as her hand pulled upward. With my shirt dispatched, her right hand was now working the buttons of my jeans loose. Each one allowed more access for her left hand to slide, with the slippery pre-cum, a little bit more to the base of my erection and back, pulling even a bit more pre-cum to the tip which she then swiped with her index finger and brought up in front of our faces like a drip of honey hanging from her manicured nail.
I saw those exquisite teeth one more time as she slowly opened her mouth to reach the full length of her tongue out to touch the drip of pre-cum defying gravity on her fingernail. Her eyes closed a little as they locked onto mine when the clear liquid slid onto her tongue.
“Mmm! I love the way that tastes!” Mrs. Norman said while her right hand, having brought my jeans to the floor now cupped my swollen balls and was massaging them, rolling them around like two marbles and squeezing just the right amount to where, a bit more, I would be in pain but just enough to feel like ecstasy.
Her left hand was back, slippery on the shaft again. “You need to try this!” she said as she gave my balls a tug south while she squeezed my penis from the bottom to the top like an old fashioned laundry wringer, bringing an even larger drop of pre-cum to my tip. Lifting it off, with her middle finger, she lifted it high to my eye level and kind of shook it in front of my face and, with a tug on my balls, said “Open up!”
By this time I was so entranced I would have done anything she said but just to emphasize her point of control, she wrapped her fingers even more tightly around my balls and gave another sharp tug downward causing me to respond with my tongue reaching out like a baby bird waiting for mama to feed it. She touched the drip of my pre-cum to my tongue and laughed a little giggle as I lapped and sucked the rest of it off of her finger.
I was now so seriously aroused by this whole chain of events that I groaned a little as I finally went past the point of surprise to the point of naughty anticipation of what this woman was going to do with me. Somewhere inside me I relented I was on a roller coaster that I was not getting off until Mrs. Norman said so. She sensed this and gave another giggle as she pulled my penis straight out in front of me, moving her left hand to the base of my tip while she opened the front slit of the towel to reveal her pubic mound and swollen clitoris. She let me get a good look before she pulled my shaft from balls to tip, bringing another drip of pre-cum squirting out like I was a tube of tooth paste. This drip was placed onto the little mushroom tip of her clitoris and she moaned as my larger mushroom tip rubbed the silky lubricant into her clit and lips. I was surprised how hot she felt to the tip of my penis as she tilted her hips toward me, separated her lips with my penis and it was greeted with her own slippery lubricant mixed with the moisture of the shower and her heat. She seemed pleased to use me as her own private toy, sliding me back and forth on her ever swelling labia and clitoris, hips moving forward and then back, moaning in delight.
The heat of her sex has almost too hot on the top of my shaft and her left hand now played with the tender underside, keeping it pushed close to her pussy while she rubbed against it and keeping my balls tightly controlled in her right hand. Occasionally she would grab my cock and swing it like a sap, smacking her lips and particularly her clit. These would bring little tremors through her body that I felt in my hands, through her shoulders, that I was now holding onto.
Suddenly, she let go, grabbed the towel from her body, exposing her gorgeous nudity to me again, and with a slightly scary, possessed look in those already very chilling eyes, she stretched my ball sack to its limit, using my balls as a leash, I could only go where she led me. We went into the shower that she had just come out of to a table like bench in the middle of the shower. This shower was more like another room. It had shower heads on two of the four walls and one very large one overhead. The bench she led us to was made out of the same white marble with black veins as the rest of the bathroom. The shower doubled as a steam room and it was the knob to begin the steam that Mrs. Norman twisted on the wall by the entrance with her left hand. That done she threw the towel over the surface of the top of the bench, quickly spreading it to d**** over all four sides. As the steam started pouring into the room, she bade me to lie down on the towel on my back, all the while my balls were helplessly in her right hand. She then knelt down on the towel , straddling one of my thighs, and once again took up my penis, this time in both hands, and moved the skin on it up and down so my balls would jump in their loose and hanging sack. This time I groaned and she put her tongue on the tip of my cock and teased it by moving it in a circular motion on the tip and underneath, licking her juices from the head.
She laid down on top of me and let the moisture from her shower and our activities lubricate our bodies as she slowly slid her belly over my shaft, pressing her hard nipples into my stomach and chest, moving up and up until we were face to face. She stopped here, looking intensely into my eyes as my cock sprang free from under her pubic mound and into position for the entry that has been natural for millions of years. I could feel the heat of her on the tip of my dick as it pulsed at the opening of her lips which were now swollen and anxious to be filled.
“Mmm! Now you get to taste me!” Mrs. Norman moaned in a sultry whisper, her hypnotic eyes locked onto mine now only inches from my face. Her breath was like mint as she breathed her words to me and her statement proved she knew she was in complete control of this situation, which a part of my mind was telling the rest of me would be the defense if and when Mr. Norman should walk in on us.
With my penis pulsing with my heart beat, as if knocking at the door of her hot, welcome opening, I raised my hips to press it into its desired place but Mrs. Norman rose with me and instead of pressing into her gaping hole I slid along the groove of her wet lips until I sprang back to slap against my own stomach. Her full breasts were pressing on me as her hips were raised into the air. She reached back and dipped the fingers of her right hand into herself and brought them up to the space between our faces and onto my lips. Her musk was strong and very arousing so I eagerly reached out with my tongue to suck on her fingers once again. She decided to join me and we were suddenly in a three way kiss between me, her lips and her fingers. When her fingers left I felt her tongue inside my mouth as I felt the vibration of her moan through her body into mine. I had never in my life desired someone as much as I did Mrs. Norman at that moment.
She broke our lips apart as she pushed up from me, bringing her breasts away from my chest and her hips down onto my loins, her wet sluice of lips once again wrapping around the base of my cock. She then began a slow slide up from the base to the tip, massaging my penis with her heat and wetness, being careful to aim her engorged clitoris at the engorged head of my penis. She reached behind her with her left hand to find my balls so she could press them into the gape of her vagina that seemed to grow wetter and bigger with each pass from her massage.
With this motion and the sight of this incredibly gorgeous and sexy creature having her way with me was my limit so, sensing this, she squeezed my balls while she continued to pump my penis with her steaming vagina and I shot my load of semen onto my chest and belly with a groan. I pulsed so violently during my come that she used my penis as a vibrator on her clitoris and began to moan excitedly.
Using some kind of testicular Judo, Mrs. Norman twisted around from her position astride my hips to astride my face without so much as letting go of the pressure she held my balls with. In this position she began to press her vagina onto my face while she sucked on my penis. I was now smothered by her tremendous lips and vagina. She found my nose into her opening and pressed so hard against it that I thought she was going to break my nose. I could only breathe from my mouth but her clitoris was there demanding attention from my tongue. The tremors that began inside Mrs. Norman increased as she became more and more aroused. My nose was now flooded with her juices and each flick of my tongue on her clitoris brought her closer to orgasm. She sucked and moaned on my cock letting the sticky semen and the sweat and steam rub against her nipples to bring them into a very hard and springy condition so that as she moved and writhed on top of my helpless self, her nipples plucked and vibrated against the ripples and dips in my body to create their own little section of the orchestra that was, to me, Mrs. Norman’s Most Delightful Orgasm.
When she cried out, her hips vibrated and she clenched my head, as if in a vise, between her muscular thighs and I thought I surely would drown from the flood of her juices into my nose and onto my face. I had become so aroused by all this since my orgasm that I was rock hard once again and I reached down to masturbate myself so I could share some of the pleasure she was feeling but she pulled my hand away and spun around on top of me once again as she straddled her vaginal lips over the base of the shaft of my penis, still shuddering aftershocks from her orgasm and running her juices down onto my balls.
Slowly, Mrs. Norman began to move her clitoris along my shaft, up and back, shuddering and moaning from the added sensory input from doing so. She stopped with the head of my penis at the bottom of her clitoris; everything was so hot, and slippery, from the steam and the love making juices. She pulled her right hand behind her and grasped my penis with her wrist in the crack of her butt. She pulled the tip of my penis into her waiting opening, hot and wet. I was going to thrust, to finally get into the depths of her body once and for all but her iron grasp told me she, once again, was in control of this. I will always remember the look she had on her gorgeous face, those eyes, so stern and in charge before, now, for the first time, gave way to an expression of compassion and calm; as if to say, “now for the best part”. My penis quivered more and more stiffly as she squeezed the shaft and brought the head of it inside her.
I also will never forget the look on her face when we both heard the unmistakable sound of a heavy door closing. I did not think those eyes could get so big! “You have to go now!” she hissed into my face and jumped off of me and out of the shower. It was funny how, as nervous as I suddenly was, I remember thinking how she will get cold without the towel she left beneath me.
I scrambled out of the shower, steam following me into the room. I had pulled on the last of my clothes and was hoisting my toolbag when the maid of the house walked into the room, still carrying her purse and wearing a sweater as if she had only just arrived, looking for Mrs. Norman. I told her I had not seen her and was just leaving. I think she was wondering why the steam was pouring out of the shower if Mrs. Norman wasn’t around but I left the house and that explanation for Mrs. Norman.
It was a few days later that I received payment in the mail from Mrs. Norman for the work I did and a generous tip for my extra effort. It was the best sex I ever almost had and I would have done it for free but I cashed the check any way.

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Awesome story, my missus has wanked my old fellah with her Cunny briefly like that as well feels EXQUISITE!! Thanks for sharing!