The Plumber Cums

When the cougar demands the plumber drop his pants, he obeys

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It was one of those warm sunny mornings which were the reason Florida was called the Sunshine State. Well before the scheduled beginning of my workday, I arrived at the backdoor to the apartment complex management office. I was desperate to keep my job in the failing job market.

“Morning, Rocky,” Buck said, as I punched my card in the time-clock. Buck was the maintenance team manager.

“What’s on for today?” I asked, as I poured a cup of coffee from the urn.

“We got a list of items posted overnight, but first there is the trash compactor.”

“Oh, great! Not again.” When the trash compactor failed, the residents piled their trash at the entrance to the dumpster. This pile had to be removed before the repairs could be started. This smelly job was delegated to the junior member of the handymen, and that was me.

“And then, there’s the list of routine stuff before we get started on the resident’s requests,” Buck added.

We always did things like replacing outdoor light bulbs early in the morning. We didn’t start with the resident’s needs until ten o’clock. This was partly to keep from waking anyone up, but mostly to allow them to get off to work and vacate their premises.

It was 10:20 when I entered the Henderson apartment. I knocked on the door twice, loudly said, “Maintenance,” and unlocked the door. The apartment was silent. “Maintenance,” I said again. When there was no response, I entered and closed the door.

In the living room, I observed my mistake.

The woman was on the floor doing yoga. She was wearing headphones; thus, she had not heard me. My first notion was to quietly back out and return later. However, the scene was captivating. She was wearing loosing fitting shorts while performing the balancing table pose. I’d done some fitness training in one phase of my life and had once taught yoga classes. She was on her hands and knees. And then balanced on her left hand and right knee while raising her right arm and left leg. She held them parallel to the floor, and then alternated to the other arm and leg. What was captivating was the fact her butt was pointed in my direction and the leg holes of her shorts gaped open. She was not wearing panties. I could see the carpet matched the drapes; that is, she was clearly a natural redhead.

The delectable pink portions of her kitty winked at me as she held the pose.

Before I could duck out, she spotted my reflection in the dark TV screen.

“Oh,” she said, and dropped the pose. Crouching on the floor, she spun to face me. Hands on the floor, she pushed up to stand. This maneuver was equally captivating as her shirt was also loose fitting. Her collar gaped wide to show me her bare tits. They were smallish with perky nipples. “Anything more than a mouthful is wasted,” I was once told.

“Maintenance,” I said. “You reported that your toilet is running non-stop.”

“Oh, yes.” She smiled and took a step towards me. “I did. I submitted the request last night, but I forgot about it. I’m sorry.”

“Not a problem, ma’am. I’ll get right to it.” I turned away from her and entered the bedroom and then the connecting bathroom.

She followed me.

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” she said. “I’m Helen.”

I turned to see her hand extended; I lightly shook it. Her hand was small, soft, and warm.

“I’m Rocky.”

“You sure are.” She giggled.

“What?”

She gave my bicep a squeeze. “You are quite fit. The name Rocky suits you.”

I smiled. “Actually, I used to teach yoga. Your form was quite nice.” I swear, she blushed.

“Thank you. Maybe you could help me with some other poses.” She cleared her throat. “Not now, of course, sometime when you are not on the clock.”

“Yeah, sure.” I was between girlfriends and she was a tasty morsel. I’d never dated an older woman before, but I had taught them several times. She looked to be fifteen years my senior, but, like I said, she was trim and attractive.

I turned my attention to the toilet. I replaced the leaking flapper value with no difficulty. Finished, I noticed she was sitting on the bed, watching me. She had her left leg extended to the side with her right foot on the bed beside her hip. The leg hole of the shorts was wide open and she used the index finger of her right hand to trace along her pink womanly slit.

“My, my, you work fast.” She smiled like the Cheshire Cat. “Do you do everything so fast?”

“Not everything.” I winked. “Air conditioners take longer.”

The only way out of the bathroom, was to walk towards her. As I crossed the door threshold, her left hand held my bicep again.

“Rocky, I don’t mind that you got a free show, but I think a gentleman would return the favor. You are a gentleman, right?”

“I suppose so. What are you talking about?”

Pulling the leg hole even wider open, she slipped her finger into her entrance. She withdrew it and her finger glistened with her moisture.

“I want to see your cock and balls. I think, being a gentleman, you should drop your pants for me.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” She grinned and looked down at my bulging groin. “Men like to look at naked women, and I like to look at naked men. Is that so hard to believe?” She waited for me to get her pun. “Or, do you want me to take them off for you?”

She extended her left hand towards my zipper. This was the moment I saw the wedding ring.

“What about your husband?” I asked.

“I don’t see a reason to wait for him to get home. Besides, I don’t think he likes looking at naked men.”

I decided he didn’t matter and that I would rather she keep her finger right where it was, inside her cunny. I set my tools on the floor, and pulled my zipper down. I released the button, and pushed my jeans to my knees, revealing my jockey shorts. Quite involuntarily, my cock was straining against the cotton fabric.

“Oh, yes, those too.”

I hooked my fingers inside the waistband, and pushed them down. My cock bounced as it sprang free. She didn’t say anything, but her left hand came across and cupped my balls. She took a long moment to massage them as my cock extended and turned rock-hard.

“I knew it. I knew you would have some fabulous cajones. All women obviously like peckers, rock hard peckers, but I really get juiced with a nice pair of balls.” Cupping them, she pulled me closer. She hooked her left leg behind my knees, holding me. Slowly, she inserted a second finger into her vagina and began to masturbate with enthusiasm. “You too,” she said. “Stroke it.”

I gripped my shaft with my right hand and worked my foreskin back and forth. Soon, the glands was so swollen, the foreskin wouldn’t cover it.

She sighed and I could see her rosy sex-blush rising up her neck. She was going to orgasm.

“Do it, Rocky, shoot your load. Blast me right between the tits.”

As she rocked with the rhythm of her finger fucking, her taut nipples swayed under the fabric. I aimed at the spot between them. I groaned as my cock pulsed and shot a thick wad. It splashed between her boobs. She giggled, and I pumped out a second blast. More followed, but it just dribbled down my hand.

Her fingers were knuckle deep and her thumb pressed against her clit. And then, her eyes rolled back as she groaned.

“Oh, my gawd, that was so good,” she said, a moment later. “I love how your balls get so tight when you come.” She withdrew her fingers and released my testicles. She used her shirt to wipe my member clean. She put both feet on the floor and pulled the fabric of her shorts into a modest position. “I suppose you need to get back to work, but don’t be a stranger. Okay, Rocky?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I tipped an imaginary hat and pulled my pants up.

Remaining on the bed, she watched me walk away.

THE END, but the story continues with The Cougar Gets Spanked

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