The phone was ringing loudly as I struggled to unlock the door. Finally, the key slipped in, door opens, and I reached for the phone hanging on the wall. “Hello,” I said, trying to shut the door behind me.
“Brett, this is Belle.” I heard the soft voice answer.
“Hey, Belle. What can I do for you?” I ask, thinking about the caller. She was my buddy Dave’s fiancée, and an incredible looking woman.
“Well, I need some help. Dave’s gone with his brothers hunting, and I’ve got a sink leaking like a sieve. I’ve got the water shut off, but being the weekend, I can’t get a hold of a plumber. I wouldn’t bother you, but I’ve got my mother and sisters coming over tomorrow, and I have to have water.” she explained, her voice practically pleading for assistance.
“No problem, hun. I’ll grab my tools and be over in about 20 minutes. Ok?”
“That’d be great, Brett. I really appreciate this.”
“No biggie. See you then.” I answered, hanging up the phone. I was kinda irritated, mainly because I was looking forward to watching the game tonite, but, duty calls. I wrote my girlfriend a note, explaining that I’d be back soon, grabbed my toolbox from the basement, and headed back out the door.
As I drove over to Belle’s, my mind wandered. I started thinking again how she looked, and why she was with Dave. Don’t get me wrong, Dave’s my friend, and a real good guy. But, he’s been battling cancer for the last year, and I know what a struggle it’s been for him, not to mention her. She’s mentioned several times how she never gets ‘any’, and how Dave doesn’t even seem interested. Considering what she looks like, I can’t believe it’s a lack of interest, but an inability to perform. I mean, if I had something like Belle next to me every nite, I’d be exhausted by morning. She has an incredible body, with nice, melon-sized breasts, curvaceous hips, and a beautiful heart-shaped ass. And her personality just completed the whole package. She was shy until she got to know you, but once she did, held nothing back. She could give as good as she got, and on several occasions had left me speechless, unable to answer for fear of incriminating myself. And the whole time, all she could do was smile. Yeah, she loved to flirt, and sexual innuendos were a big part of that flirting. As I pulled into the drive, I had to remind myself that I was involved, and she was engaged to my friend. So fantasizing was my only option. Or so I thought.
I knocked on the screen door, and Belle hollered “Come on in, Brett. I’m in the kitchen.” I opened the door and went in, straight toward the kitchen. As I looked thru the doorway from the living room, I could see Belle, all bent over wiping water up with a towel. I stopped and stared, my mouth practically hanging open, admiring the view. Her white shorts were soaked, making them practically transparent. I could see her asscheeks clearly, as her thong underwear disappeared between them. Mesmerized, I stood there, not even recognizing that she was looking back at me from between her legs. I didn’t even hear what she was saying until she moved, breaking the spell. Well, up until she turned to face me. Her shirt was soaked also, and she wore no bra. I could tell because the shirt clung to the curves of her breasts, and her nipples pointed straight out, chilled from the water. I heard her speaking, but couldn’t tell what she was saying, as I watched her breasts sway as she moved to the counter. Thank god she was looking down, so she didn’t notice me unconsciously licking my lips as I ogled her. As she looked up, I tore my gaze away from her charms, focusing on her face, trying to keep my hormones under control. She smiled at me, almost as if she knew what she was doing. My face grew red as I realized she’d caught me.
“Well, Brett – whaddya think. Should we just install a surround and make a pool out of it,” she said, her hands spreading outward, gesturing to the water that covered the floor. I quickly glanced down, as her movement displayed her chest even more prominently. I looked over the floor, covered with about a half inch of water, towels placed in the doorways to prevent it seeping outside the room. Smiling, I looked up at her, making contact with her pretty green eyes. “Let’s just see what we can do about it first.” I said, moving toward the sink.
“Thanks for coming out, Brett. I have no clue what to do,” she said, that frustration beginning to creep back into her voice.
“Well, first, you need to go change. You’re soaked, and I’m betting a little chilly. Let me get over here and see what needs to be done.” I set my toolbox down on the counter, and leaned down to look under the counter. She moved next to me, leaning down and looking too. I could smell her perfume, its scent filling my nostrils. I knew I was in trouble, and would get nothing fixed if she didn’t go. Nothing was said for several minutes, as I continued to look, even though I already knew what the problem was. Simple enough, really. The rubber water line had split, and needed to be changed. But I needed the extra time to relax and settle my hormones. She was really getting to me. Or more appropriately, to my groin. Finally, I straightened, and immediately moved closer to the counter, pressing my waist forward, hiding my growing erection. I pretended to look at the faucet, as she stepped back to give me some room. Without looking at her, I spoke. “Well, doesn’t look to serious. It’s just a cracked water line. Faucet looks fine. Tell you what; you go change, I’ll take care of this. We’ll have you back high and dry in no time.” I smiled at her as I finished, still leaning over the counter, covering my excitement.
“You don’t need any help? I don’t know much, but I could hold something, or hand you your tools,” she answered, flashing a mischievous grin.
“Trust me – I’ve got it under control. You can be more help if you just go change. You’ve got to be chilly. And it wouldn’t do you any good to catch cold this close to your wedding.” I said quickly, trying to sound nonchalant. I turned toward my toolbox, my back to her, and fished through it, fumbling for my pipewrench.
She turned away, moving toward the hallway. “Ok, but if you need anything, just holler. I’m gonna go dry off, change, and I’ll be back.”
After she’d left the room, I relaxed a bit. Leaning against the counter, I took slow breaths, trying to calm myself. My thoughts wondered back a few minutes. Belle, standing there, bent over, her ass covered by barely a wisp of clothing. Then her breasts, full and rounded, nipples erect. I shook my head, clearing the images of her. Time to get to work.
I had the faucet line off in a matter of seconds. I inspected it, turning it over, looking for signs of wear. It looked to be a new line, and in good shape, except for the clean slice in it. ‘Oh, well,’ I thought, ‘I’m sure Dave’s got a replacement in the garage.’ I went out and after just a few minutes, found a brand new line under his workbench. ‘Dave the packrat’, I thought.’ ‘Good man.’ Dave was a packrat, kept everything, but kept it all neat too. “Boy definitely spends too much time in the garage,” I laughed as I headed back in. I slipped the new line on, grabbed the wet/dry vac from the garage, and sucked up all the water on the kitchen floor. After taking the vacuum back, and drying up the moisture from the rest of the countertop, I was ready to turn the water back on.
“Belle, I’m going out to turn the water back on. Can you come in and watch for any leaks?” I hollered down the hallway towards her closed bedroom door.
“Be right there, Brett. Just one sec,” she answered.
I waited by the door, and, true to her word, it was just a few seconds. She came into the kitchen wearing a short white bathrobe, a towel wrapped around her head. She smiled, then done a quick spin. “Better,” she asked.
I started to say no, but thought better of it. I answered, simply saying “Definitely drier, I’ll bet.” She giggled, then kneeled down to look under the counter, checking my work.
“Just keep and eye on the line, and when I turn the water on, if it’s leaking, holler so we don’t have a mess again. Got it?” I asked.
I went outside, turned the main line on, and waited. After a few seconds of not hearing anything, I went back in, wondering if it was leaking. As I entered the kitchen, I got the shock of my life! Belle was kneeled down in front of the sink cabinet, ass high in the air, looking underneath. Her short robe had ridden up on her hips, exposing her beautiful ass and shaved snatch to me. I said nothing, just stood there, staring, my mouth hanging open. I could feel my cock begin to harden, as she shifted before me. Suddenly, she glanced back, and a smile crossed her lips. She wiggled her ass just a bit as she popped up, turning to face me. Her robe was fully open now, her firm breasts and still erect nipples fully exposed. Her pussy was entirely shaved, the lips engorged and full. I realized as I leered at her that I was holding my breath, waiting for her reaction.
“No leak, Brett. Looks like you fixed it. But I think I’ve got another leak that needs attention, if you know what I mean,” she said, still smiling. I was dumbfounded! Here was my friends wife, naked in front of me, coming on to me. I didn’t say a word, nor waste any time. I moved forward, my hands reaching forward. She moved into me, her hands grasping mine and guiding them around her, resting them on her bare ass as she covered my mouth with hers. We kissed, softly at first, then more aggressively. My hands kneaded her ass, pulling her groin into mine, my now fully hard cock pressing through my jeans. Her arms went around me, one hand on the back of my neck, her other sliding down to my ass, pulling me into her. Our tongues entertwined as we groped each other. Finally, I pulled back, and reaching under her arms, lifted her up to sit on the counter. My mouth moved forward, kissing her lightly, then drifting down, placing light kisses down her neck. I moved one hand up to cover her breast, my thumb rubbing across her nipple as I caressed it. My other hand moved downward, gently rubbing the outside of her thigh, then moving inside. I continued to kiss downward, finally reaching her breast. I took her nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue across it, before lightly sucking on it. She moaned, throwing her head back as her hand moved up the back of my neck, absently massaging it as I suckled her breast. My hand moved inside her thigh, sliding down, feeling her wetness. I ran my finger down between her lips, slowly, then sliding it inside, and pulling back out. I increased my pressure on her nipple as I slowly began to finger-fuck her, sliding in and out, occasionally up to slide across her clit before slipping back down into her again. She moaned louder, moving her hand up to force my head down. I let her, gliding my tongue between her breasts and continuing downward, over her slim belly, then her navel. I slipped my tongue into her bellybutton, and heard her giggle as her stomach tightened. I slipped my finger out of her, and slid both hands under her legs, and back to her ass. Gently pulling her forward, I let my tongue continue its journey down to her pussy. I lift her legs slightly, to allow better access to her. My tongue starts at the top of her lips, flicking quickly, making her jump just a bit. I slide over her clit, just beginning to fully emerge from its curtain of cover. I circle it, hearing her moan with pleasure. Just barely touching her pussy lips, I glide farther down, reaching the bottom, then plunging my tongue into her, quickly come back up, my tongue dancing inside of her, hitting both sides as it travels. As I reach her fully protruded clit, I flick it softly, then more forcefully, banging it side to side. She groans, and grabbing my head, pulls me into her, forcing my tongue to slip back down and deep inside her cunt. Her wetness covers me, and her scent fills my nostrils. She raises her legs a bit, allowing her to cross her ankles behind my head, forcing me farther into her. My tongue goes crazy, lapping at her pussy, capturing her juices and creating more. I slip back to her clit, and gently bite it, rubbing it between my teeth as she thrashes on my face. She pulls me farther into her, and I know she’s about to come. I increase the pressure on her clit, increasing the speed of my tongue some more.
“Oh, God. Yesss. Ohhh, yess… right there….Uhhhhh …….Ohhh, mmmmm…………” she screams out, her legs wrapped tightly around my head. “Ohh….I’m coming …… please….Ohhh.”
She stops thrashing, locking her body into position. She grabs my hair, and forces her pussy forward. My tongue plunges deep into her as her juices flood my face, tongue, nose – everything. She moans loudly, her body convulsing slightly from her orgasm. She slowly relaxes, releasing the pressure on my head. I begin lapping at her juices covering her mound, slowly and deliberately covering every inch. I didn’t want to waste a bit. Her breathing becomes more normal, and her hand runs through my hair again, softly guiding me where she wanted to. She leans back, drained from her excitement. Her hands fall, and I spread her legs wider, allowing better access. I lick at her juices for just a bit more, then pull back, admiring the view. Her pussy lays open, glistening from the mixture of my saliva and her juices. I looked up to her face, and she smiles, pure satisfaction in her eyes.
“Sorry, Belle. I think I just made the leak worse,” I joked, smiling back at her from between her legs.
She laughs meekly, unable to reply.