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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I’m Chris, i’m a plumber.
I was working in a house for a few weeks for a lovely middle aged couple, she was called Rachel, he John, doing their new bathroom, a beautiful grey tiled wet room, freestanding bath, you know, the kind you see in catalogues.
John worked away, and had subsequently left for work whilst id been doing the job, Rachel was a stay at home wife. Over the course of the job, like many, I struck up a good relationship with them both. Rachel was gorgeous, leggy, bronzed, hazel eyes & hair to match. Her figure was shaped, but not curvy, not skinny either. The pertness of her bum belied her age, her breasts too.
Over the course of the job, youve got to ask the customer how they like things,and Rachel was always happy to take time out to do so, we often got chatting about all sorts of mundane things too, it was nice, I was alone on the job, so was she, the company was pleasant. Then, one day, the tone of the conversations really changed, the flirting kicked up, the double entendres slipped in & Rachels cheeky & enchanting smile emerged more & more, you could see the twinkle in her eye.
“Rachel, have you got a minute, I need to set this shower height with you” I bellowed down the stairs,
“You can have me in the shower any time you like Chris” was the snappy & cheeky reply, quickly followed by the footsteps of her climbing her staircase,
“Its not every day I get a young, handsome man asking me into his shower...” |
