Richard called and asked me to pop round to the house he rented out.
He was in Spain and his tenants had phoned saying there was a problem with the water into the house.
I am not a plumber, but generally handy so I said I would go take a look before he called a plumber out.
I knew that he rented to students, but when I arrived I was surprised to see how cute the young lady was that answered the door.
19 years old, at least 5ft 10 tall, and slim, her legs looked to go for miles. Accentuated by the tiny denim shorts she was wearing.
she let me in with a smile and explained that the water to upstairs had gone off totally and the pressure downstairs was minimal.
I went to the sink and checking the rising main was open I turned to speak to her, and my ability to speak disappeared as I looked at the long bare legs now inches from my face.
I looked up and all I could see was where her legs met her shorts and as I was on my knees at her feet with my head emerging from the cupboard my head was on the level with her pussy.
regaining the power of speech, just, I stood up and spoke to her;
'the main is open, must be a lack of water coming into the house, when did this happen'
she looked confused,
'I don't know, one of my flat mates was in the shower yesterday and it just stopped, I wasn't in at the time'
I looked again at the main under the sink, and knelt down again to have another look, it was really to have another look at her legs and I think I was found out as she stepped closer and parted her legs a little, before stepping away from me.
I stood up again, and looked towards the door at the side of the kitchen
'if that's the cellar, I think I need to go have a look and see where the pipe comes into the house'.
she stared at me,
'oh you cant do that, the cellar is so filthy and full of rubbish you wont see anything at all, and the light doesn't work'.
I was confused as I had been in the cellar a few weeks before they moved in and cleared it out totally for Richard.
I laughed,
'I will cope, I have been down before and I have a torch'
she stepped between me and the cellar door and although she was smiling she looked worried.
confused by her attitude I asked her.
'have you done something down there to the water that you don't want me to find, because if you have Richard is likely to cancel your tenancy'
she bowed her head and said
'no, nothing like that, but do you have to go down there'
I said
'yes'
and moved to the cellar door, opening it I reached for the light which came on despite her protestations it wouldn't.
I stepped through the door and down the steps, she followed behind me, and as I reached the bottom I realised why she had been so keen to keep me out.
the stone floor of the cellar had been painted red, the walls black; in one corner was a large dog cage, in the other a large St Andrews cross and in the middle of the room was a large wooden bench chains and ropes attached.
the cellar of my friends house had been turned into a fully functional dungeon.
I turned to the girl and she smiled
'now you know, will you tell the landlord'
I looked at her and laughed
'probably not, hes a real straight laced fella'
more sure of herself now she smiled at me,
'oh I am sure you wont tell him, I saw the way you were looking at my legs before, and I know the second time you went down on your knees was to look at me not the sink'
I looked at the floor, rumbled I was, big time'
she laughed,
'I am going upstairs to tell my two flat mates that our secret is out, you have a choice. fix the water if you can and leave, or remove all your clothes and lay on your back on the wooden bench; the choice is yours'
as she spoke she turned, walked out of the cellar and up the steps.
I looked round, what to do ? |
