PLUMBER FUCKS ME WHILE ON THE PHONE WITH MY HUSBAND

My husband and I live in Sperry, OK, which is a small town just outside of Tulsa. We have a quaint little house in a quiet neighborhood, which is just about perfect for the two of us. Several months ago the plumbing in our kitchen started acting up. Ken, my husband, told me to call a plumber and have someone come to the house to see what was wrong. The plumbing company told me they were sending Travis, an experienced repairman, so I could be confident that he’d take care of me.

Being mid-summer it was already hot in Oklahoma, and would get even hotter by the afternoon, so I was trying to stay cool in a short summer dress that buttoned down the front, with no bra or panties underneath. I spent most summer days around the house like this, so didn’t really give it much thought. But I probably should have known that my dress was a bit too short to be going commando, and a bit too thin to be going bra-less….especially given my big, 35E breasts.

It was about 10 am when Travis arrived, so my husband had already left for work. No problem….I let Travis in and showed him to the kitchen where the plumbing issue was. I couldn’t ignore the appreciative glances he kept throwing at my swaying tits underneath my summer dress as we walked from the front door to the kitchen. I also couldn’t help but notice that Travis was a fairly attractive guy who obviously stayed in good shape for someone in his late thirties. He was wearing a company shirt and loose khakis, and once I saw him ogling my boobs, I couldn’t help but glance at the growing bulge in his shorts. It was big! I smiled to myself as I explained the problem we were having under the kitchen sink.

Travis listened to the symptoms I described, then opened the cabinets under the sink and crawled halfway in, checking out the connectors between the dishwasher, garbage disposal and main sink. As he lay there on his back with his head, arms and chest hidden by the counter, I took my time checking out the package between his legs. I was a bit surprised to notice that his shorts had ridden up on his thighs and the head of his long shaft was actually sticking about an inch below the bottom of his loose shorts. As he poked and jostled around under the sink cabinet, his shorts kept riding up his thigh even further, and after a few minutes I could see a full 2 inches of his cock hanging below the hem of his shorts.

I stood next to the counter as he checked out the leaking pipes, and when he had figured it out, he pulled his head from under the cabinet to tell me what the problem was. His eyes focused immediately under my dress, and onto my bare pussy lips between my slightly spread legs.