Jimmie stood awkwardly at the new neighbors door. They were an attractive couple, around 25, but the wife was particularly attractive. Jimmie waited patiently allowing enough time for anyone to come to the door. He chose this time expecting neither to be home. Earlier he had stuffed a note in his tool box, evidence of his arrival, and attempted to be helpful. Stuart, the husband, worked a 9 to 5. His wife, on the other had, stayed at home. The guts of their house were old and needed attention, something Jimmie had struggled correcting. Jimmie's wife, was all too eager to sell the home to this couple for that reason.
"Hello!" his bellow reverberated off the closed window. If she didn't hear the shout he would be free. Jimmie set his tools on the bench outside the door and unbuckled the clasped to get to his hastily written note. "Sorry to have missed you," it began, "stopped by around 10 am." It was perfect. He could sprint back to his house and jump into the lazy boy.
Reaching up to the knocker to pin the note to the door - it opened. He lost hold of the knocker and stumbled forward into the arms of the wife. "Watch it buddy, we're not that friendly, yet." It was a light stumble, he retained most of his weight, but he caught her breasts in his hands.
"Oh, sorry." He froze.
"I was on the toilet." He loved the way she spoke. "Do you mind if I have my breast back?"
Jimmie looked down and let his hands down, he would salivate if his mouth had not been dry. She wore no bra. Her soft skin pronounced under the house sweater she wore.
"Sorry, I heard you needed your pipes cleaned." Jimmie searched for prying eyes in the neighborhood. Nothing but shaded windows. *fuck*, he thought. Anyone looking would think he was fucking the neighbor's wife.
When he looked back at her she'd been looking at his crotch. "I bet you heard that." Giving a big wink she grabbed his tool box and walked him to the kitchen. A pool underneath the sink greeted them. He spent most of the week dealing with false alarms and replacing pipes, not emergencies. Jimmie rushed to turn off the water. "Is that where the off valve is located?" she purred.
"Yes, most people would have turned it." The water drummed to a stop.
"If you'd ask my husband, he'd say he couldn't find the right spot to tweak in years."
He turned from under the sink and found her pantiless. Her silky legs led to a hairless pussy. Forgetting to turn away he blurted, "Sorry, I didn't mean to look at your pussy."
