She had always kept a tidy home, ever since she had married Tom Patterson and they had scrimped and saved to buy a single-level, clapboarded house with its porch, the spacious lot set on the outskirts of Amarillo and in a quiet neighbourhood. They had bought a bigger place than they needed, seeing as it was only the two of them living there.
But she held on to the hope of having kids, and at thirty-five, slim and active socially, there was time for her yet. While she waited for that happy and life-changing event, she worked three days a week and spent the rest of her days acting the house-proud woman and keeping home for her man.
When something went wrong, she got Tom to fix it, and he would invariably and willingly turn his hand to anything. But today, Thursday, he was in a rush to get to work for a special project meeting and, already late leaving home because of her demands that he had to do something 'about the leak', he replied that she would have to arrange a repair.
"We can afford it, Sandra, so get Moreno's to come here and deal with it. They were good the last time..."
"They're general builders, not plumbers...they put in some new windows and made some extra space for us, remember?" she muttered in reply and trying hard to curb her anger. It wasn't often she asked him for help.
"Well, ring and ask them, hon'..."
She gave him a perfunctory kiss in farewell, and grabbing her iPhone, she soon found the number that she needed.
"Hello Misses Patterson," came the cheerful answer when she told them who was calling and blurted out what she needed to be done and the urgency, to her way of thinking "Yes, we can mend a leaking sink and charge a small works rate, a day rate if...if that is okay?"
"Yes, it is. I just want it fixed!"
"It will be, señora. I will send out Enrique Morales...he is here in case emergencies come up. You may remember him from the last time we worked at your place?"
"I do remember," she laughed softly, not because of what had been said, but because she remembered Enrique as the handsome young man who had precociously said that he wanted her to call him 'Ricky'. The horny young guy had flirted with her the last day or two when he was in the house and others in the work team engaged in sundry finishing tasks. Nothing had followed the gazes that he had often cast her way, but she had been flattered by his attention.
"Enrique will be with you in half an hour, señora Patterson."
"Good, and thank you for helping me out so quickly."
"Thank Enrique...he likes to work and not be bored by doing stock-taking, here."
She'd soon take stock of the slender-faced young man with his silken skin, black hair, and the soft, unwavering look of brown eyes and his brilliant, captivating smile.
♥
It made no sense to rush to get to the woman who had called in asking for a leaking sink to be repaired. Traffic cops were a constant pain, and he wasn't going to lose his job because of a speeding ticket.
So, he cruised, the music in the van filling the air with a soft, steady beat. He remembered the attractive woman alright, but he'd only gotten his work ticket a few months before that job at her place had come in, and he had finished his course at college to learn some trade skills and sharpen up his English.
You only needed a few words to let a woman know that you were into her, and, liking what he had seen that last time, he had still restrained himself from making a pass at her. Looking at Sandra, yeah, that was her name, was enough to get to him, the heat of the summer days persuading her to wear a billowy cotton dress with its short hem. It showed off her figure and toned legs, shaping her tits that were firm and round. He'd liked her short, cropped blonde hair and how she moved; light on her feet and like a dancer, almost skipping sometimes to show that something made her happy.
Sandra had sure made him remember the days he'd spent working on her place, and his imagination had needed no prompting to imagine what lay under the summery dresses she wore, sometimes shorts and a short sleeved top -- pink he liked the most on her - Sandra's slender feet always in sandals, the leather clacking on the polished terrazzo floors that had been laid throughout the house.
And he knew just what the kitchen looked like, the black fronted cabinets topped with a white marble slab into which a large porcelain sink had been sunk, and a swan-necked mixer tap arcing over it. There was space to move, to sit at an island unit and eat, drink, or simply to relax and chat. He'd done all of that with her and had wanted to go so much further.
But he'd held back.
Seeing her wandering around the house, and how she moved, had wound his clock tight. It had sometimes felt that he had a permanent hard-on and, if she noticed it, Sandra had said nothing. And now, thinking of her, he felt the ache in his groin once more.
As he slowed his approach to her place, he knew, and felt, that he would not have to start over and respond to what might happen on a day as warm as the last one when he had been here. He wondered if she'd left off wearing a bra that would have held large breasts that were then shaped by the thin cotton fabric of a square-necked summer dress.
Aieee! He would be alone with that woman in her place, and it was early in the day, so chances were he'd not be interrupted if things went the way that he hoped.
♥
Yeah, it was the young guy that she remembered, Ricky waving to her and saying words in greeting as he strolled up the path and stepped into the shade of the verandah.
It had just gone 10:30 am, and Tom had rung to ask if anyone had shown up yet.
"Come on in, Ricky," she smiled before striding through the living room and into the kitchen, her heart all a flutter.
"You remembered my name. señora."
"Yes, and don't call me
'señora'
. It makes me feel old. Call me Sandra..."
"You do not look old to me...Sandra"
"No...now, the leak?" she said and pointed at the sink, dismayed and scarily thrilled at meeting his appraising look upon her. Her choice of dress for the day had not allowed for moments such as this. "The drain or plug-hole leaks and I don't know why, as it has just started, a day or two ago."
"Maybe the water is too hot and expands the joints?"
"I haven't thought of that."
