Home Alone from work….

Transcript

This one is called Living Alone. I was having some work done on the house once, long, long boring days. I would sit on my computer by my window, staring out as day after day went by, answering the same emails, going on to these pointless chats and Zoom meetings and team meetings.

I couldn't bear it any longer. I was sweltering. What did I miss most in that office? I thought to myself.

Him. There was a guy there. Jack.

I think every time I was in that office, I'd look around and I'd see him and think, there is my relief. I could see his chest poking through his shirt, his arms. The thought of fucking him would get me through each day.

And yet here I was at home, alone. What to do? There was a knock at the door.

Might as well answer it. As I got to the door, the plumber came round. Wow.

Typical. There's me thinking of sex and the plumber comes straight round. Nope.

Not buying this one. So she sat in the front room again, watching the plumber do his work. But as she watched him, she began to see through the vast stereotype.

As she looked, she caught a glimpse, just a glimpse, of his arm wrenching a nut from one of the pipes. She saw a vein, the tip of a muscle. My god, it had been so long.

She was wet. He worked. She continued to watch him.

She tried not to, but she kept looking over. The feeling between her legs now was almost unbearable. She had to go into the bedroom.

She pulled out a vibrator, started playing with herself, just thinking of the plumber next door, his strong arms around me, around me. She looked at the door. He was standing there.

As he came in, he closed the door. The sink was finished ages ago. He'd seen everything.

In that moment, she took him. In that moment, she took him, and they fucked. Hard.

Fast. Laying each other's arms afterwards. That is the punishment you get for getting caught in the act.