Plumber Sex: He Came To My House To Fuck Me

So there I was, stuck with a dripping sink and a plumber on the way, and let me tell you, the idea of a plumber amateur big ass hookup was the last thing on my mind until he actually walked through the door, and honestly, the moment I saw him in those worn-out jeans, tool belt slung low, I felt this little flip in my stomach that I tried to brush off as annoyance at the repair bill I was about to rack up, but when he bent over to check the pipes under my cabinet, giving me a full, unobstructed view of his thick frame straining against the fabric, I knew my thoughts were about to take a sharp turn into completely uncharted territory, and he must have caught me staring because he shot me this slow, knowing grin that said he was all too aware of the effect he was having, and the air in my tiny kitchen suddenly got thick and charged with an unspoken agreement that we were both in on, so while he fiddled with his wrench, I leaned against the counter, watching the way his forearm muscles flexed with every twist and turn, and when he finally stood up, wiping his hands on a rag, he closed the distance between us with this purposeful stride that left no room for pretending this was just a friendly service call, and I felt his calloused hand slide around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and the heat radiating off his body was almost overwhelming, and I let out this shaky breath as he pressed me back against the fridge, his mouth finding my neck while his other hand roamed down to grab a generous handful of my ass, squeezing with just enough force to make me gasp, and he murmured something low and dirty against my ear about how he’d been thinking about burying his face in my plush curves since he walked in, and I was so far gone that I just moaned my approval, arching into him as he hiked my leg up over his hip, and we somehow stumbled back to the counter where he stripped off my clothes with an eager, impatient urgency that made me feel incredibly wanted, and when he finally unzipped his pants, my mouth watered at the sight of his thick cock, hard and heavy in his palm, and he lifted me up onto the edge of the sink, spreading my thighs wide as he leaned in to taste me first, his tongue working me into a desperate, quivering mess before he lined himself up and pushed inside me in one slick, perfect stroke, and I cried out at the delicious fullness, my big ass pressed against the cold porcelain while he drove into me with a rhythm that was raw and punishing, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing off the tile, and I was completely lost in the dirty, honest reality of it all—the scent of sweat and metal, the grunt of his effort, the way he looked down at me with this hungry, primal focus—until the tension coiled tight in my belly and shattered, pulling him over the edge with me right there in the middle of my un-fixed kitchen, both of us panting and grinning like idiots.