I'd arranged to work from home that Friday because I had a plumber coming to do some work in the bathroom, so I'd brought my work stuff home with me and set myself up that morning in the kitchen.
9 am came and I cracked on with my to-do list, responding to emails, writing briefing notes and taking Skype calls.
By midday, I was on my third coffee and had had a good morning listening to music while working. The doorbell rang so I left my work for a moment to let the plumber in.
I hadn't expected anyone particularly attractive - not that manual workers are inherently unattractive, but I just didn't have that on my mind. But when I opened the door, I was taken aback by the man stood on the doorstep.
He must have been around 25, over 6 foot, muscular, tanned, and tattooed. His work clothes clung tightly to his biceps and ran down his tight chest and abs. It's fair to say not much was left to the imagination.
"Hi, I'm Tom the plumber", he announced, and I remembered I needed to let him in. I showed him up to the bathroom and explained the problem I was having with my sink. "No problem", he said, "won't take me too long."
I offered him a cup of tea, which he accepted, so I headed downstairs to put the kettle on. Five or so minutes later I headed back upstairs with the tea to find him lying on his back under the sink, working hard.
"Tea's on the side", I said. "How's it looking?"
"Cheers mate, not bad, just needs a bit of tightening", he replied.
I crouched down beside him to see what he was doing. As I did, he shifted his leg so that it touched my knee. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a twitch in my trousers.
"Can you pass me the wrench there mate?"
I had to reach across his body to get it, so that I was in the doggy position right on top of him. As I handed him the wrench, he 'accidentally' touched my fingers with his.
He looked at me and, with a smile, said, "thanks, man. You home alone today then are you?" |
