Being a single woman living in her own house can have its advantages and its disadvantages. Advantages are never having to pick up after anyone but yourself, not having to get out of your pj's on a Sunday if you don't want to and never having the toilet seat left in a up so in the middle of the night your ass falls into the water.
On the other hand, it does have its problems when it comes to fixing things around the house. I have learned to do most of the maintenance myself by going to Home Depot with allot of questions and a flirty smile, or watching those TV fix-it shows.
However, sometimes something breaks and it is more than I can figure out. Like last week when the garbage deposal started to leak all over under the sink. I tried fixing it and failed. I was at a loss as to what to do so I called a girlfriend of mine to see if her husband could help. She said he knew very little about plumbing but his friend did odd jobs in his spare time to make extra cash. She would have her husband call him and see if he could help.
Then she teased me again about dating men who wore suits instead of jeans saying men that worked with their hands were better in many ways.
I knew she was talking about my sex life again. Since my husband died a few years ago
I have dated off and on but nothing serious. The couple of men I did have sex with were good but there was something missing so we just lost interest in seeing each other again.
We talked for a while and then I thanked her for helping me out, telling her to have her husband's friend call me if he could help.
About an hour later the phone rang, I picked it up saying "hello". On the other end of the line was a very sexy male voice asking if this was Mrs. Nyght, Kathy's friend.
"Yes" I said.
"This is Greg, I understand you have a plumbing problem?"
"Yes, my garbage disposal is leaking under my sink."
"I can be there in about an hour if that works for you?"
"Oh, that would be great! Do you know where I live and how to get here?" I asked
"Yes, Kathy gave me your address and directions, so I will see you then."
"Ok, see you then bye." I said. As I hung up the phone, I wondered if he looked as good as he sounded.
I was finishing cleaning up the mess I made in the kitchen trying to fix the disposal myself when he knocked on my door. I went and opened the door and there stood this handsome guy in jeans, tee shirt with toolbox in hand. He was about my age dark hair just touching his shoulders with silver running through it. Eyes the blue you see in the ocean. As I scanned down, I saw strong muscled arms, hard chest, flat stomach and a nice package in those jeans.
I think I was standing there with my mouth open cause he smiled like he knew what I was thinking and said, " Hi, Mrs. Nyght, I am Greg may I come in?"
Feeling like a silly woman and remembering how to speak I said, " Yes, yes of course please do come in and call me Aryel." Closing the door behind him, I had this terrible erg to run to my bathroom, comb my hair, and fix my face. Did I remember to brush my teeth today? GAWD! What is wrong with me?
Pointing the way to the kitchen he walked ahead of me and I could get a good look at his ass. Nice one I thought and no crack showing either, not that I would mind on him I thought to myself.
He walked into the kitchen and sat down his toolbox. Going to the sink opening the cabinet under it, he turned on the water to see where the leak was. Ok, I just cleaned that up I thought but it was too late, water went running down inside again. Quickly he shut off the water and looked at me as if to say "sorry". I handed him a towel to wipe up the water so he could climb under there.
He grabbed his toolbox sitting it on the floor next to the sink. Lying on his back, he moved up under sink so that all that was showing was his waist and those nice jeans.
As he worked he started with small talk like; how long have Kathy and I been friends, which has been since we were teenagers. I ask how long he had known Kathy's husband turns out they work together at the same plant. He said he was sorry to hear of my husband's passing and said he lost his wife to a heart attack a couple of years ago. He was just sorry they never had children cause he loved kids. I told him of my son, grown now with children of his own, and that I loved being a grandma.
With that he leaned out from under the sink and said, " No way, you are too young to be a grandma, let alone have a grown son."
"That is very sweet of you to say. I don't think you look your age either." I said with a sly smile. Thinking of those jeans again, I looked away before he read it in my face. We talked some more about dating and how hard it was to find a nice person to enjoy some laughs and intimate times with. Seeming to have the same outcome, which was none.
He leaned back under the sink and started to bang on the disposal so I figured this was my chance to sneak to the bathroom and check myself out. I told him I would be right back and rushed to the bathroom for a comb and a change of clothes. Returning after my primp session in the bathroom I chose to change into a nicer pair of shorts and a camp blouse with a couple of buttons left open in the front on purpose.
He was still under the sink working away. I asked if I could do anything to help. He leaned out again and started to say no I guess but, stopped and whistled instead.
"Wow, you look nice are you going somewhere?" he asked with a grin.
"No I just felt like putting on something different do you like it." I asked in my best coy voice.
"Yes ma'am I sure do." He said with a wink. " Did anyone ever tell you have the prettiest blue eyes and a sweet smile?"
"No, no not in a long time." I said a little breathless.
