Analee glared at the crystal jets spewing from her bathroom sink in mounting frustration. For the third time this month, something was wrong and water flew in every direction, soaking the 8' x 6' room. She'd have to call a plumber this time, instead of looking up instructions on google and trying to fix it herself with multiple trips to the hardware store. Hopefully she could find someone to come out on a Sunday.
Wiping her dripping bangs off her face, she shut off the water supply to the sink and headed for her computer to find a good plumber. 15 minutes and 5 phone calls later, she finally found one who agreed to come out for "only" 150% of his usual fee. He gave her the generic 5 hour window repairmen seem to rely on and hung up abruptly.
With a sigh, she quickly changed out of her wet clothes, the day only getting worse as she discovered she was out of clean clothes and the last thing left in her closet was a silky robe she had bought as part of a lingerie set. The semi-transparent, bright red garment came only halfway down her thighs and had a nasty habit of untying itself and falling open. With another heavy sigh, she sent up a quick prayer that the plumber would be closer to the end of his time frame and tossed a load of clothes into the washer.
Walking back into the bedroom, she stopped to take a second look at the robe. It was stunning on her. With Latina and Native heritage, her skin was naturally light brown all year, and flawless, never requiring any makeup. Her 36DD breasts still held their perky fullness even at 26 and her tight, toned waist showed her addiction to Zumba and Yoga. The long, slim legs were a gift from her mother and she looked absolutely killer in a pair of heels. She reached up and brushed her still damp hair off her shoulders, the ends of her black, silky strands brushing halfway down her back. Her left hand slid slowly down her stomach to her mound, smooth and bare from a recent waxing a few days ago. After urging from a friend last year, she had tried the hair removal technique and was instantly hooked. She loved seeing her slit peaking out from her legs, or her clit in full arousal, glistening from between her lips. She pulled the robe back tight around her naked form before she got too aroused and tightened the tie, even knowing it would need retightened in a few minutes.
Deciding to read while she waited, she grabbed her book of the week from the nightstand and flopped down in the comfy brown suede recliner her parents had donated to her new house when she moved in three months ago. Too bad she didn't know then why the rent was so cheap!
Only 4 chapters into the erotic romance, her doorbell rang. It took a second ring to startle her completely out of her book and she jumped up and ran to the door, bare feet slapping on the linoleum. She threw it open to reveal the plumber.
Somewhere in his early to mid 30's, he towered over her 5'4" frame. Solid muscle and built like a tank, she guessed the brown-haired, blue-eyed man in heavy work boots and blue coveralls was at least a foot taller than her. Gaping at him stupidly, she suddenly realized his eyes had drifted down. Her face turned crimson when she realized the tie of her robe had fallen when she jumped up and she was giving him a free peep show.
"Oh, my God! Sorry!" She squeaked, quickly wrapping her body back up and tying the knot as tight as she could. "My clothes...wet...sink...ummm...sorry!" she stopped her stammering with another heavy blush, stepping back to let him in. "Uh, please! Come in!"
He nodded, stooping slightly to enter her doorway; the 2 bed, 1 bath house seem suddenly half as big. She realized she was staring again when he cleared his throat, the deep, masculine sound shocking her out of her surprise at his overwhelming presence. He radiated sexual energy and she could feel her skin tingle with awareness.
"Oh, um, this way!" She shook herself back to reality and started down the hall to the bathroom, leading him inside and then finding herself trapped between him and the tub in the cramped room.
He looked around, noticing the wet towels covering the floor and the water glistening off the counters.
"So, what's the story?" His voice was deeper and richer than she remembered from their phone conversation.
"Um, well, this is the third time the sink has just started spewing water," Analee explained, trying to look at anything but him. "I found a loose seal the first time, then tried replacing a section of pipe the second time. I finally decided I needed an expert when it broke again this morning." She glanced at his face and saw he was looking at her chest again. With a gasp, she straightened the gaping silk and retied it yet again.
He cleared his throat. "Okay, let me take a look."
He dropped a heavy canvas bag of tools she hadn't noticed before on the driest side of the counter and opened up the cupboard under the sink, going down onto his knees and then ducking underneath in a half crouch, half lie.
"Alright, uh, I guess I'll go check on my clothes," she said, trying to squeeze past his tree-trunk legs to the door. She paused. "Um, my name is Analee. Can I ask your name?"
He glanced out and up from under the sink. "Raymon." His eyes slid across her body again and she turned beet red, rushing out with a flush of warmth as she remembered she wasn't wearing panties and he could probably see her totally bare pussy from his position on the floor.
The washer had just finished, so she transferred to the dryer, checked to make sure her robe was still in place, and returned to the bathroom to see how Raymon was getting along.
As she entered the doorway, she heard a bang, thud and then a curse.
"Are you okay?" she asked, leaning down across his body sprawled on her floor.
"Yeah," he responded. "I need a different tool. Can you grab me a crescent wrench out of my bag?"
Thanking the internet and her plumbing research for helping her know tool names, she quickly found the desired tool and held it out. His hand, easily twice the size of hers, couldn't quite reach from his awkward position, so she leaned forward, not noticing her robe gaping again. With his vantage point looking up, Raymon was gifted with quite the view of her firm tits and naked slit.
Having helped, she felt a little better and headed to the kitchen. The phone rang and she answered to find her best friend, Suzette, on the line. The chatted a little bit about Suzette's latest job as a temp secretary and Analee soon was leaning over the edge of the kitchen counter, back to the rest of the house, as they chattered away. Her robe slid up her thighs, the soft breeze of the central A/C tickling her skin and feeling good. She quickly forgot anyone else was in the house as she leaned, swirling a strand of hair around her finger. Phone call ended, she checked her Facebook on her cell, continuing to lean over the counter, feet slightly spread.
A sudden thump of something heavy falling to the floor behind her made her jump, but she was caught from whirling around by a hard, heavy body slamming into her own and pressing her tight against the counter. Two huge hands came around her body and clamped down on her heaving breasts, nearly enveloping them completely, Raymon's index fingers and thumbs pinching down almost painfully hard on her abruptly tight nipples.
His breath hot against the side of her face, he hissed into her right ear, "You're a fucking tease, Analee, that's what you are!"
Mute, she shook her head hard, denying his accusation.
"Oh, yessss," he hissed again, his tongue flicking out to draw her earlobe between his teeth. He bit down hard and quickly, then released, sending intense shocks through her body to her core.
"No!" she choked out, wriggling to get away and only succeeding in rubbing all over the front of his body. "I...the laundry...I didn't have any clean clothes! You think I dressed this way on purpose?"
His hot, dry hand found the front of her robe and slipped inside, cupping a bare breast, her body betraying her with a shudder as she felt her pussy clench.
