He'd finally had enough. Four times he tried to fix the sink and stop it from leaking. Four times his efforts only made things worse. He was ready to throw in the towel -- or would have been willing to, if it wasn't for the fact that all the towels were underneath the sink trying to sop up the standing water from the past month.
It was embarrassing, but he finally gave in and thumbed through the phone book and called a plumber to come out and repair the mess that he'd made of things. He figured it wouldn't be cheap, but letting things get even more out of hand than they already were would be an even bigger hit to his wallet than making the call was a hit to his ego.
The plumbing company told him on the phone they'd have someone out there later in the afternoon, around closing time. He felt lucky that someone was coming out the same day, since he'd taken the day off from work to deal with the issue.
He'd about given up. It was after five o'clock when he heard a knock on the door. When he opened it up, he got a shock. They didn't send a plumber -- they sent a plumberette. Instead of a big guy with a toolbox, standing at his door was a short woman with auburn hair. At least she had the requisite toolbox. She definitely had a nice rack, but he was more worried about his sink than his social life at this point.
His face must have given his skepticism away. She said, sighing, "Yes, I'm a plumber, and I know what I'm doing. I know how to handle pipes." She smiled good-naturedly. "Trust me. I'll make sure you're taken care of just fine." He started to stammer out an apology or an explanation -- or something, he wasn't quite sure, but she cut him off. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to it by now. Show me what I'll be working on."
He stepped back and gestured toward the kitchen. "The sink is in there," he said. She stepped into the foyer and walked toward the kitchen. He was still a little nonplussed by the fact that they sent out a female plumber, but as he watched her walk, he took in the view. It was a good view all right, he thought idly, liking the way her ass filled out the tight jeans she was wearing. This could get interesting. It was going to be at least pleasant to watch.
She started to examine the upper half of the sink. She then turned around, and set the toolbox on the kitchen floor. As she bent over, it gave him a chance to get a better look at her. She was wearing one of the plumbing company's button-down shirts, but she sure filled it out better than her male counterparts would have. And the way she was wearing it gave him a chance to check out some nice cleavage as she bent down. If she really did know what she was doing, he was going to get his money's worth out of observing her work on his plumbing.
"You installed this sink and faucet yourself, right?" she asked. He nodded. She examined the faucet, grabbing the pullout and looking at the hose connection. She began rubbing her hand up and down the faucet, then up and down the faucet hose, apparently looking for leaks. But the sight of her hand motions, grasping and all but caressing the length of the hose slowly hit him in the gut. All the while, her breasts were swaying and bouncing ever so slightly. He gulped and tried to control his thoughts. She was there to work, he told himself.
She continued to look at the faucet. "Your hose is fine. That's a good first step. It's the right size too, long enough and thick enough with good extension, without being too much to work with. Makes it easier to handle properly. Most guys don't understand how important that is."
She turned toward him. "That's the first, obvious step. Time for me to go down and check out your pipes." She peered into the open cabinets underneath the sink. "Good. You've cleared things out so I can get to work right away."
She sat down on the floor with her back to the sink. "You seemed surprised when you saw that I was sent by the plumbing company."
He shrugged. "I have to admit that I was a little surprised. I've known a few plumbers, and you sure don't look like all the ones I've dealt with before," he said, then hastily added "but I'm not complaining!"
"Thank you." She smiled. "Here's something to think about. Women like there to be plenty of water pressure in their kitchens, so builders know women like the pipes to be bigger, but not too big. That means it's going to be a tight squeeze down here." She gestured toward the sink cabinets. "That makes someone like me the perfect size to deal with things. It's easy for me to handle a really tight fit, and I can still go to work and take care of things properly."
At this point, his mind was spinning. The way she phrased things had his mind working in other directions, and when she gestured and moved around, her tits swayed and bounced and distracted him even further. All he knew was it sounded like she knew what she was talking about. Whether she was talking plumbing or something else, he wasn't entirely sure. He just knew he liked the way she phrased things.
She scootched her butt forward, then leaned back and began to wedge herself in the cabinet underneath the sink. He was still staring, watching her tits sway as she slid in. Then she spread her feet and her knees for stability, and his breath caught. He was staring at her crotch, and with the way her jeans fit, he swore he could see the outline of her pussy. He was entranced, and he felt the blood rush to his head.
Then he felt the blood rush to his other head. Careful pal, he thought, she has no idea what she's doing to me right now, she's just trying to fix the sink. Every move she made as she grabbed the pipes underneath made her tits jiggle again. Wow he thought, as he exhaled sharply. Her voice echoed from under the sink. "You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine. What do you see down there?"
