Quarantine Plumber

Transcript

There's a tap leaking in your bathroom, and it's been getting worse. You can't ignore it any longer. I arrive to fix it, and you lead me through to your reel.

I smell your perfume as I pass through to the bathroom. We're supposed to be social distancing, but it's a tight space, and we try to do our best. You're wearing a loose, light-colored t-shirt with no bra and soft, long pants without underwear.

I'm trying not to notice, but I can't help it. I try to keep my mind on the task. You climb into the bathtub to show me which tap is leaking.

I'm standing in the doorway, watching you bend over and play with the taps. You're so busy showing me the plumbing problem that you don't notice my eyes roaming down your back and over your ass. But it's been so long since you've had a man in the house or anywhere near you, and you can smell me near.

You get nervous, and you accidentally turn the wrong tap, spraying yourself with the showerhead. You squeal, turning the tap off quickly and laughing, but it's too late. Your shirt is soaked, and it's pasted onto your chest, draping down over your nipples, which have quickly gone erect with the cold shock.

I gasp and reach for a towel, handing it to you, trying not to laugh, trying not to make it obvious how badly I want to look. You blush and reach over to take the towel from me with your right hand while you hopelessly try to cover your breasts with your left. As you reach for the towel, your fingers brush over mine, and it becomes clear to both of us that any social distancing rules are now irrelevant.

The touch feels electric, and I know you feel it too. You step out of the bathtub, still grasping my fingers and the towel to steady yourself, but I don't move back, and you end up standing right up against me, looking up into my face. You are so close, so fucking close.

Your eyes and your lips are so fucking close. We lock eyes, and you say, thank you, and together we let the towel drop to the floor. You don't resist as I move one of my hands up to your breast.

I cup your breast with my hand and squeeze it. I bring my other hand up slowly to your other breast. You put both of your hands over mine, and together we squeeze your breasts.

I lean into your ear. I ask you if you want it, and when you say yes, I press my body firmly against yours. You move your hands down my body to my belt buckle and start pulling on the loop.

I push you back onto the edge of the sink, and lean in to kiss your neck and massage your tits, pushing my cock up against you and moaning. As I undo the button on my pants on the zip, you lean back to tear off your pants and your panties. I move my hands back up the front of your legs and reach around to grip your ass and lift you up on the edge of the cabinet.

I slide my hands from your ass down your thighs to your knees and push your legs wide apart. You can see my fucking cock bulging, and you want it. You want it, don't you baby? You want me to give it to you? You want me to give it to you? You need me so badly, don't you? I kiss you hard and deep as you reach down and grab hold of my cock to stroke me.

I moan so fucking hard, you feel my moan down your spine. Neither of us can believe this is fucking happening. I pull out of our kiss and we both lean back to watch your wet shirt still draping down over your tits and catching on your nipples.

You grip the edge of the cabinet with both of your hands and tilt your hips back and forth slowly, begging me for it. I'm looking down, your wide open legs, your wet pussy aching to feel my cock thrusting into you. I grab my throbbing cock with one hand and stroke it, just like this.

I take my other hand and I put it up under your shirt and grab your tit and start to tweak your nipple. You're sighing and you're panting for me. I take the head of my cock and I start to rub it up and down your wet lips.

You take your legs and you can't fucking take it any longer. You take your legs and you start to wrap them around my ass and you pull me in closer. You moan and your breath quickens.

You beg me. Please baby, fuck me. Please, I need it.

I need it. We're about to both fucking explode with desire if one of us doesn't thrust right now. I slide into you and you fucking scream.

I grab your hips with both hands and start pumping harder and faster. Oh, fuck. I'm watching your tits jerk back and forth with every fucking stroke of my cock.

I start pounding you harder and faster and your tits keep bouncing for me. Oh my god. You look and you fucking sound and you feel so fucking hot.

That's it, baby. Just like that. Take my cock and you like that.

You want more? You want me to keep pounding you like that? Yeah? You like that? Oh my god.

I move one hand to your clit and start rubbing it with my thumb. I use my other hand to grip harder on your hip to hold you steady. I fucking pound your hole relentlessly.

I'm rubbing your clit and you moan and you moan. I watch your fucking eyes start to roll back in your head. You grip the edge of the cabinet.

You lift your ass up off the edge so you can grind down onto my fucking cock harder. You watch me and you listen and you can tell that I'm getting ready to cum. I'm getting ready to fucking burst inside you.

Oh my god. You want me to go fucking deeper yet? Yeah? How am I going to make you cum if I keep rubbing your clit like that and pounding your fucking pussy?

Yeah? You ready to fucking cum all over my cock? Yeah? Yeah? Yeah? That's it.

That's it. Cum with me baby. Oh my god.

Shit. Oh. I just want to stay inside you.

It feels good to be this close. I don't want to stop touching you. Is that okay? Is that okay baby?