It was a hot summer day in July. My air conditioner was working hard to cool down my apartment but it wasn't enough. I knew the plumber was going to arrive in 30 minutes so I had time to lounge around in my robe before he got here. "I'll just change later. It's too hot right now," I thought.
I was finishing up some work at my desk and I didn't realize the time go by. Sipping on my ice water I was super focused on getting as much work done as I could. I knew I wouldn't be able to work while the plumber was in my kitchen. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. I glance over at my computer screen and realize it's already 1:30pm. "Crap," I thought as I scrambled to the door. I open the door in a haste and standing outside is the plumber. All I could think about at that moment was how attractive this man was. I didn't expect him to be so handsome.
"Hi ma'am, I'm Aryan. You called about your leaky pipe in the, uh, kitchen, I believe?" I was clearly staring a little too hard because he was stumbling with his words, waiting for me to say something. "Right! Yes, come in!" I opened the door wider and stepped aside to let him in. "It's the pipe under the kitchen sink," I said as I pointed towards the kitchen. He walked by me, his tool bag over his shoulder. All I could smell was his intoxicating cologne. I felt a little pang in my lower stomach. God, he smelled good.
"Alright, let's see what's going on here" he said as he lowered his bag, opened the cupboard door, and squatted down to take a look. All of a sudden my apartment felt like it went up a few degrees. I glanced my eyes down from his face until I got to his feet. He had caramel-colored skin with the sexiest layer of hair covering it. I could see the veins popping out of his arms. He was fit.
Very fit. I could see definition through his clothes. He had a very well groomed beard. I noticed some dust on his pants and cuts on his hands. I felt my pussy tighten in excitement.
All the plumbers who have helped me before have been old men close to retirement but this man looked like he belonged on a Dior Sauvage commercial. His clean, yet dirty appearance made him so sexy. There's nothing more attractive to women than a man who gets down and dirty - a man who gets work done.
I must have been distracted for too long. "Ma'am?" he said with a slight concern in his voice. He was holding out a form for me to sign. "Yes! Sorry! It's been a long day. Where do I sign again?" He pointed to a line at the bottom of the paper with a smile. I was nervous. He was at least 6 feet tall, towering over me, looking down at me.
I stumbled with the pen and etched out the ugliest signature. As I was handing the paper back to him, I did my best not to shake and expose how nervous I was. His fingers grazed mine. I felt the hair on my arm and back stand up. Just a touch of his fingers sent shivers all over me.
I stood, leaning against the wall, arms crossed watching him work as he explained what was going on. I love the way he spoke. There was a kindness behind his voice; I could tell he was doing his best to explain it so I could understand.
Every once in a while we'd lock eyes and I'd shift positions with anxiety. I desperately wanted to know what was running through his mind. If only he knew what was going on in my mind.
"Do you by any chance have some paper towel I could borrow?"
"Yeah I do! Let me grab it." I walked over to the cupboard, brushing past him. Of course, I kept the paper towel all the way at the top of the cupboard I thought as I opened the door. I'm only 5'2 and always jump like a little kid to reach things. I stood on my tippy toes in an attempt to reach the stack of paper towels on the top shelf. I could feel my face flush red in embarrassment.
"Here let me help." Suddenly he was behind me, his arm extending over mine and effortlessly grabbing a roll. I felt his chest against my back. Then the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I could feel his jeans rubbing against my ass.
