Are you interested in hearing my erotic plumber story – how he cleaned my pipes?
His stubbled, masculine presence and persistent erection made me know I needed him immediately. I was going to have him right here in the pool. I was finally at the end of my latest erotic story!
My Erotic Plumber Story Begins – Ding, dong!
I walked to the door to be met with a buff tradie. That’s right, I had called the plumber. “I’ve come to fix your hot water system love,” he said, a line straight out of a porn film almost.
His tough charms swayed me, fresh from reminiscing over my latest tale of sex and seduction. My vivid characters and scenarios felt so real, their physical impact was as if I were truly there.
I Could Not Complete An Erotic Plumber Story Without Me Masturbating
Without a partner, I couldn’t finish a plumber story without sexually relieving myself. I’d satisfy my characters first, then address my own intense desires, blending them into my story.
That is precisely where I’d been the point at which he’d thumped on the entryway – going to the peak of the scene, soggy and sticky between the legs, yearning to be touched. I’d been five minutes from bringing my loyal sex toy companion to bring me to my own particular peak as I re-read the scene – similar to completing each new attractive story.
A Plumber Story
I gazed at the muscular man, my body yearning for touch, wondering if he was a divine answer to my desires.
“It’s through here in the kitchen,” I murmured.
He followed my guiding hand toward my little kitchen where he continued to begin emptying his tools and looked at the hot water system. He’d scarcely looked at me. I looked down. Obviously he hadn’t, I was wearing my scruffy track pants, had my slippers on with not a scrap of cosmetics.
“Umm, how long do you think it will take?” I asked.
“About an hour or something like that,” he replied, not looking up.
I Just Jumped In The Shower
“Alright, well I was just about to go in the shower. Do you have to turn the hot water off while you work on it or can I have one and I’ll pop the pot on after for a cup of tea.” I said.
I hoped that the mention of me having a shower may inspire a response. Never before had I tried so hard for a man to see thru my sordid ambitions. However nothing.
He said, “Nah, off you go love. I don’t need to turn it off’.
I rushed upstairs and showered, fighting the temptation to wait there to make sure that he understood that I was in carnal need for a man and that I wanted him to do it. That, obviously, prompted pictures of him in the shower with me, washing me up and down, running his hands over my skin.
It aroused me so much that I put my fingers down there and started playing with myself. Within moments I was moaning and came within minutes.
Getting out from the shower stark naked I contemplated walking straight down to him in my birthday suit still wet with the waters from the shower and the gushing that had happened between my legs, but I couldn’t be so conspicuous.
I Tossed Myself At Him
Tossing myself at him like that might just scare him away. The Plumber had not shown any interest thus far – for all I knew he might like men rather than women. A bit of discretion and gentle reconnaissance to determine whether there is actual interest is required.
Drying myself and wrapping the towel around myself I went to my room. There I stood stark naked before my mirror whilst I applied my make up, glamming myself up. I chose a purple G-String with matching lace bra. Then I put on my black fishnets and a short black skirt.
Finally I put on my red shirt and kept unbuttoned the top three buttons to ensure that my cleavage and part of the bra were exposed. It was just like a https://xvideo.com.au/. Making sure everything was in place I strolled back to the kitchen. He was working on the pipes under the sink and I stood just to the left of him so if he by chance looked up he would be able to see up my skirt and my purple panties.
“Bugger about that stupid hot water system. How’s it going?” I said,
Remaining beside him, hand on hip, legs sufficiently open to demonstrate a clue of purple trim and eager breasts inside them.
Can I Make You A Nespresso
“It’s all fine love,” he replied without actually gazing upward.
“Would I be able to get you some tea, or perhaps an nespresso?” I asked, putting the pot on.
Good gracious, this was a great deal harder than I thought it would be. It always just fell into place with the erotic stories that I generally composed. made him some tea and strolled once more through to my office. Just outside the kitchen feeling deflated and defeated. He’d not even made an attempt to look at me and I was pulling out all the bells and whistles.
At that point it struck me. I couldn’t get off yet – because I hadn’t completed my story yet. I closed the door sat on my writing seat and opened my portable dell computer, re-energized. Perusing the last passage I’d composed once more.
I Completed My Erotic Plumber Story
The two principal characters stood apart from everyone else in the pool. His mouth was on her breast, his tongue circumnavigating her erect areola as his hand slipped into her swimsuit bottoms, his finger teasing her swollen clit.
I took off my fishnets and purple G-String and sat down whilst my own hand made the actions of the male character and tenderly massaged my sweet spot as my breath began to come out in gasps. The female character kept on stroking the mans throbbing erection under the water as he pushed a finger inside her, then two and them more.
I groaned as my character groaned. I felt hotness climbing to my cheeks and wetness between my legs as I began to fuck my pussy with my now soaking wet fingers.
I Lifted One Leg On My Desk
My hips began to thrust in my seat and continued to type with just one one hand. I was great at writing with one hand whilst playing with the other having had lots of practice. I lifted one leg up on my desk so that my fingers could work more easily doing their erotic dance inside my cunt.
When my characters could take no more, he slipped his hands under her butt and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist.
I emulated each development, each inclination, in awesome erotic detail. I mimicked his motion, facing his back, as I bent over my desk, exploring her with his penis and my toy.
I copied how he pushed it inside her gradually, and how she constrained it in by pulling herself onto him. I acted out the force of his legs to push into her, and imagined the water sprinkling, surrounding them as they fucked in the pool.
How her bosoms, now free from the bounds the two-piece top, bobbed all over with each push whilst my juggs escaped the constraints of my bra and I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off my skirt.
When they inevitably arrived at their sexual climax I awoke from my sexual dream and began to pick up my skirt and shirt.
He Had Been Watching Me
He had been watching me all this time, his mouth was wide open, he said nothing. Beyond shame, I disrobed, faced him with my chair, and welcomed him with open legs. I let him watch as I touched myself, moaning with pleasure.
He stood for a few minutes and then walked to me and said, “Need a hand love?” His voice rough and croaky.
I looked down at his pants and saw that he had a huge erection so it was obvious that no my recon was needed.
I said , “Lover I need cock more than a hand,”
I unfastened his zip pleased to find he was going commando. His hard dick sprang out and up, prepared for activity and he moaned as I took it in my free hand and started stroking, keeping on playing with myself in the meantime. I tasted his tip of the head of his penis with my tongue and tasted pre-cum. I stroked him here and there, his profound groans setting off new flames of need and desire deep inside me.
I Stood and Kissed Him And Our Tongues Danced
I stood and kissed him, and he kissed me back, hard. Our tongues dancing, our lips crushing up against one another in a craze of passion. I couldn’t hold up, I required him to be in me. He spun me, bending me over my desk, my back arched, presenting my rear upwards.
He doubtlessly saw my wet pink pussy throbbing with juices. He kept a hand on my back, pushing my head down on the desk, as he pushed hard inside me with no warning.
“Lover yes!” I shouted out.
This was what I’d needed. This was what I’d required. This was what I fucking deserved! He began pumping into me, his erect penis long, thick, and hard, filling me impeccably however sliding effortlessly in my wetness.
The work area was cool against my exposed stomach, my bosoms squashed against the hard wood. I slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed my beating clit as he pumped increasingly hard, deeper and deeper, his balls slapping against me. I pushed once more against him with every stroke, requiring him considerably deeper still, my entire body buzzing with an electric heartbeat of delight.
I Reached The Peak of Passion
I turned my head to one side and there was my portable computer, still open on the story I’d just completed. Peaking in passion, I read the finale: her breasts bouncing as she rode him in the pool.
I at last give up and permitted the waves of climax to claim me, shouting out as the repairman fucked me. The repairman, animalistic, gripped and pulled me closer, our bodies colliding until he climaxed intensely.
I grinned as I lay there, satisfied and fulfilled.
Finally. I knew precisely what my next story would be!!!
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