Pleasure Incorporated

Pamela and the Plumber Part 2

"I'm Paul, the hotel sent me to help." He handed me a business card for Childs' Brothers: Laying pipe day and night, as big as you need and as deep as you want.

"I understand you're having some plumbing issues. I'd like to start with your tap," he said and waited for me to usher him in.

"The bathroom is through the bedroom then around the corner."

He nodded and made his way through the suite while I closed the door behind him. By the time I made it to the bathroom, he already had the vanity doors open, his flashlight shining into the dark cavity.

"This might take a while. Please, have a seat." He motioned to the lounge chair.

I sat as instructed, placing his business card on the window ledge.

He unclasped his tool belt and set it on the floor near his feet. "It's awfully warm in here," he said while shrugging off his Oxford button down. The shirt landed in a heap on top of the belt.

I licked my lips. Sculpted back muscles rippled into a narrow waist, and when he bent over to have a look under the sink, I drew in a heady inhale. His jeans slid a couple inches off his hips, affording me a delightful view of the top of his ass.

After a few minutes of poking around the drain pipe, he extricated himself and dusted his hands across his pants. "Done." He turned on the tap. Water rushed unimpeded into the sink.

Case closed, he shut off the valve and turned to me, hands on his hips, his jeans slipping a little lower. I had the sudden urge to trail my fingernails through the tangled curls on his chest, following the indents between his pecs and washboard abs until they dropped lower, where I helped him out of that ill-fitting clothing once and for all.

"I'd like to take care of your flow problem now." He stalked over to my chair.

"My flow problem?" Those jeans were within reach.

"Yes, I'd like to make you very wet." His grin smoldered, one side of his mouth twitching upwards.

I wanted to trap those smirking lips between my teeth. I volleyed the serve back. "It's a serious dilemma. I'd appreciate it if you could fix it for me."

"It would be my pleasure." He fished his phone from his back pocked. "But first, I need to let the office know I'll be putting in some overtime on this one."

"Of course, I wouldn't want you in trouble on my account."

He finished texting his message and tucked the phone away. "Now, where were we?" He held out his hand, and I took it as he guided me out of the chair.

"I believe you were going to make me very wet." I sidled up to him, glad to finally be getting down to business. I ran my hands up his forearms, gliding over his biceps and shoulders before threading my way into the course hair of his chest. Eager to follow the happy trail to see what kind of rigid tool awaited beneath that taunting zipper, I inched my exploration lower then froze.

Someone knocked on the door. Seriously? Now? I tried to ignore it, but the clamour continued.

"Excuse me. Don't move." I left my plumber, who had already been deliciously effective in getting my taps running, and answered the door.

"Good evening, Miss. I'm Rick Childs, Paul's brother. I'm hear to oversee his work."

My mouth dropped. Dressed in an identical uniform as Paul, the only thing distinguishing the two brothers was the fact Rick stood in my doorway.

"We're twins." He delivered the line as a matter of fact, not something that had the potential to blow my fucking mind.

I nodded, my normal cheeky wit suddenly void of a response.

"Is he still in the bathroom?"

I cleared my throat. "Yes, straight through there."

As he wandered off in search of his brother, I took stock. I'd mentioned in my questionnaire that one of my fantasies involved a threesome, but I never expected Pleasure Inc. to stack one experience on another. I remembered some of the other things I'd expressed, rather explicitly, in that survey, and my heart raced. They wouldn't...

Rick sat on the chair, and I found Paul where I'd left him, waited by the vanity. He ran his finger under the strap of my dress, inching the fabric ever so slightly down my arm. "You don't mind if my brother watches do you? I'm almost finished my apprenticeship. This is my last test."

I glanced at Rick, who rubbed at a considerable hard on, pressing against the fabric of his jeans. My stomach clenched, moisture flowing between my legs. At this rate, Paul would have a flood on his hands. I wondered if that would constitute a pass or fail? "Anything I can do to help."

Like the atmosphere after a lightning storm, the air around me pulsed with electricity, my nerves firing in rapid succession, catching every inch of my body up to speed on what could potentially happen.

Paul slid both straps down my arms, tugging the dress over my breasts and hips until it pooled around my feet. Running his fingers down my thighs and calves, he knelt on the floor. He lifted one foot then the other, releasing me of the cumbersome garment. The back of his nails whisked up my foot, lingering on the ankle clasp of my shoes. "These can stay on."

I'd spared no height restrictions with my heels and wore a killer pair of CFM stilettos.

He stood, lifting me in the process, and I squealed as he set my bare ass on the cold granite of the counter top. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Rick unzip his pants, drawing his hard cock out. He gripped the shaft, rubbing his hand up and down, his gaze never leaving mine. My head fizzed with arousal, leaving me lightheaded and aching with need.

Paul hooked his fingers around my thong and left them in a pile by my dress. "Spread your legs for me."

I opened wide as he grabbed my ass, squeezing the cheeks hard, thrusting me forward. I had enough presence of mind to grasp the edge of the vanity before his tongue lighted on my clit. My head flung back, pressing against the mirror, as my hips arched upward.

I closed my eyes, relishing Paul's masterful attention, delighting in the spasms pulsing through my legs as his fingers dove inside me.

"May I?" Rick's voice, teasing beside my ear, snapped me out of my reverie. He stood completely naked beside his brother.

Paul acquiesced, letting Rick tuck between my legs.

"My brother forgot to pay these beautiful ladies some attention." He unclasped my bra, releasing a cascade of cleavage into his waiting hands. My nipples tightened and peaked as his thumb rubbed the straining nubs. His cock twitched against my clit, his pelvis pressed tight against mine. The intimate touch caused my pussy to clench with need. I wanted that pipe in me as deep as it could go. I rocked my hips against him, easing some of the torture.

A quick look at Paul assured me he'd stripped off his jeans and underwear and had taken over residence on the lounge chair. Like his brother before him, he rocked a wicked hard on,his hand pumping. Their cocks were beautiful, not too big or wide, smooth and ribbed with thick veins. Arousal jolted through me. I wanted them filling every inch of me. "I want you in my mouth."