Chapter 1

To be honest being a plumber is not as glamourous as it seems, we get all the shit jobs no pun intended. Then once in a while we get a decent job with some adding benefits.

It was my last job of the week; I was happy about that as what a crap week it had been so far, I had nothing but blocked bogs and leaky taps. The latest office works order that came through on my tablet showed that this one was a little more up my street. It was a broken boiler, I hoped for an easy fix and early finish to start the weekend.

I just wanted a shower and then a few beers with the lads and curry were all that was on my mind.

The van’s built-in satnav system got me to the address without any wrong turns. I grabbed my toolbox from the back and ran through the winter rain to the front door.

After a couple of rings on the bell the door was opened by a cute young girl, I put her at around 20 maybe 21. She had a pretty smile, bright cherry-red lips, and dark-rimmed glasses. She was dressed in jeans and a jumper. She was slim but with curves. She looked very tasty indeed. She invited me in with a cheeky smile. She was the cute girl from next door who you never had the nerve to ask out.

I was unsure if she was the homeowner or the homeowner’s daughter. These days it is hard to tell to be fair.

“Hello there, I am Becky,” she said as she led me into the kitchen, I scoped her butt as she walked in front of me, it looked very nice indeed, and her tight denim jeans showed it off nicely. Round and with curves, but the sort of bum you know would have a cute bounce to it if it was not covered in tight denim.

As I followed her, I thought to myself this job needs to have some perks and checking out a client’s arse cannot be against company policy, can it?

“Hi, I am Zak,” I replied with a smile, “it’s nice to meet you, Becky, so tell me what’s the problem?”

“Well, I have no hot water or heating, and as you can imagine it’s bloody freezing in here!” she said as she picked up the kettle and started to fill it from the tap.

The boiler was an old model; a wall-hung type I was familiar with, so I opened the case and started to check the settings on the master control panel.

“So would you like tea or coffee Zak?” Becky asked, again that cute smile, she seemed to smile with her lips and eyes at the same time; it was a smile that really lit up the room. It was the kind of smile that made me go weak at the knees.

“Oh, there’s no need really...” I started to say.

“Look it’s bloody freezing in here mate, we both need something to warm us up” she laughed. She had a dirty laugh but was both dirty and infectious.

“Okay well, a cup of coffee would be great thanks!” I said appreciatively. Some customers are great at making brews but today they had been a bit shy with the kettle.

“How do you take it?” she asked with a coy smile.

“Black please no sugar please,” I replied.

I soon realised that the settings on the boiler were all good, so I started to run some diagnostic checks. Becky sat at the kitchen table on her laptop and occasionally made notes on a pad. I stole a few glances at her, she was a gorgeous-looking girl, and it made me wish I were twenty years younger, to be honest.

Her jeans showed off her shapely legs and rounded ass to perfection. Her lips seemed to pout as she read whatever was on the laptop’s screen, lips that were deep red and very sexy. Now and then the tip of her tongue would flit across them in a very suggestive but perhaps unconscious way.

It took twenty minutes and a trip to the van for a spare master control switch to get the old boiler to start to fire up. It gurgled a bit but was soon humming away quite nicely. I checked some settings and altered a few to make it work to its optimum levels.

I soon had it purring and I watched as the temperature gauge drifted up to the ideal heat setting. It was satisfying to see the gauge showing it was warming up, it was a job well done!

Hearing it warming up made Becky look up.

“Wow, have you got it working?” She asked.

“I sure did,” I said with a cheeky wink.

“That’s brilliant, thanks mate, you are my hero!” she smiled.

I turned back and made a couple more adjustments and tidied up some of my gear.

“So, Zak how long will it take to warm enough water for a shower?” she asked, looking at me over the top of her glasses. She was sucking on her pen and to be fair it made me twitch a little if you know what I mean. I was not sure if she knew how she was making me feel...

“Oh, with this model, only fifteen to twenty minutes or so,” I said as I knelt down to tidy up my tools.

“Good, we have time for another coffee then,” she said, she leaned over me and grabbed my coffee mug and I felt the swell of her breasts against me. She made coffee and I stared at her gorgeous bum.

Then with her permission, I sat at the table and started doing the mountain of paperwork that seems to come with every job these days. Timesheets and parts lists, a breakdown of what had I done etc.

We chatted as we drank our brews. She asked about my job, what was I doing at the weekend and she told me all about hers. It was twenty minutes later before I ran the hot tap. It ran cold at first but soon steamy hot water filled the sink.

“Hey Zak, do not waste it I have not had a shower for two days,” Becky said laughing.

“Well, I didn’t like to mention it!” I giggled and she slapped me on the arm.

“You’re a cheeky bugger!” she giggled.

I touched the kitchen radiator it was not cold but was not as hot as I would have expected.

“So, Becky would you like me to check your radiators?” I asked as I sipped my coffee.

She gave me a strange smile and tilted her head back in thought.

“Oh yes, I would love you too please” she giggled, “But is it okay for me to jump in the shower while you do that?”

“Of course, I will be a while yet,” I replied. I was good with my hands but crap with paperwork to be honest.

“Great, I am going out into town in an hour and need to get a wiggle on!” and with that, she was off up the stairs. Some young buck was going to have a great time tonight I thought as I drained my coffee cup, the lucky bastard!

I went out to the van to get my radiator bleeding kit and when I got back to the kitchen, I could hear the shower running in the bathroom above me. Becky was singing to herself as she showered, oh to be young again and heading for a night on the tiles.

The kitchen radiator was full of air and took a while to bleed, but once done it took only a few minutes before the heat started to emanate from it. I then moved into the lounge and both of the radiators in there were also cold.

After a good bleed, they took another ten minutes to warm up. I heard the shower stopping and doors opening and closing as I guessed Becky was moving from the bathroom to the bedroom.

My mind wandered and I wondered what she looked like naked and again my cock twitched and stirred in my boxers I stood at the foot of the stairs and called up to her.

“Becky, do you have any radiators up there that are still cold,” I shouted up to her.

I heard her shuffling around and then her head appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Yes, all three are cold, can you come and do your magic please?” she giggled.

She had that just out of the shower look, bright and shiny with damp hair, she looked a million dollars. I went upstairs and she showed me the three rooms, her bedroom, the bathroom, and the spare room. She was wrapped up in a short dressing gown that clung tightly to the gentle curves of her body.

My trousers tightened as she bent over in the spare room to shift some books from in front of the radiator and the gown tightened and became sheer over her gorgeous buttocks.

My head told me that I was an old fool as she was twenty years my junior, but my cock told me that that did not matter. Becky left me to do the radiator and I heard the sound of her hairdryer and more singing.

The bathroom radiator was also cold so I bleed that as well. I saw that she had yet to tidy up after her shower. Her jeans and jumper were folded up on a chair in the corner and on the floor were a lacy black bra and pair of lacy black panties.

As I bled the system I stared at them, the more I stared the more I imagined her wearing them and my cock jerked in my trousers. I imagined her slipping them off exposing her body and my cock started to harden.

I heard a phone ringing and then Becky ran out of her room and headed down the stairs. I heard heated words and Becky telling someone to fuck off a few times before she came back up the stairs. Her bedroom door banged shut and I heard another tirade of four-letter words bouncing around her room.

I left her to it for ten minutes before I knocked on the door to her bedroom, it had all gone silent.

“Becky, do you want me to do your radiator now?” I asked hesitantly.

“Yes, please come on in Zak,” she called back.

She was lying on the bed, her robe loosely covering her. She was angry I could tell that from her face. I knelt in front of the radiator and started to bleed it. The noise of the air escaping and the bubbling of the water filled the void.

“So, are you okay chuck?” I enquired over my shoulder.

“Yes, sorry about that, just some annoying boy letting me down ... AGAIN,” she said, her voice was loud and catching in her throat. “He’s a complete fucking prick...”

There was a little venom in her voice a little anger and a lot of sadness.

“Well, I think he must be mad to miss out on a night out with a gorgeous young lady like you!” I replied.

“Thank you for saying that!” she said, and I felt her standing behind me. “Do you really think I am gorgeous?”

“Seriously, you need to ask, you’re a gorgeous sexy young lady, it makes me wish I was twenty years younger!” I replied as I tightened up the bleed nipple on the radiator, at the same time wondering if I had said too much.

“Well thank you for saying so,” she said her voice catching slightly as she spoke.

I turned to reply to her and was looking directly at her naked stomach, her robe was gaping open to reveal a pair of skimpy, lacy white panties and a lacy bra that covered her boobs but was sheer enough to show her cute little nipples.

I looked up and down and up and down again, taking in the full sight of a very sexy girl in her skimpy undies.

I started to talk but the words caught in my throat. My words turned into an embarrassing cough; Becky just giggled.

“I am sorry, have I embarrassed you haven’t I...” she said looking down at me,

“Well, I would be more embarrassed if I stood up!” I replied, in my head, there were so many scenarios whizzing around. Some were good and some were bad and some were very bad indeed.

She paused for a few seconds before she said anything...

“ ... and tell me, Zak, why would that be?” Becky purred looking down into my eyes.

The world seemed to suddenly start to spin at a hundred miles a second. It seemed to take me ages to reply when in reality it took about two seconds.

“You really want to know?” I said looking up at her.

“Yes, I do...” Becky’s voice was low and sultry.

I stood up and took her hand in mine and put it on my trousers over my now obvious erection.

“Mmmm mm that feels nice and hard, did I do that?” She gasped and stroked it gently.

“Yes, yes I can safely say that’s all your work,” I sighed, as I felt her grasp my rod and rubbed it through my trousers.

“That feels very nice indeed,” she said as she stroked my erection, her eyes boring into mine.

“So does that!” I replied.

She reached past me and touched the top of the radiator.

“So that’s hot, does that mean your job is all done,” she said as he stroked my cock harder and firmer.

“Yes, yes...,” I stuttered.

“Well, Zak the plumber, I want to suck your cock,” she said, our eyes locked onto each other. “Would you mind if I sucked your cock?”

“I think you know the answer to that” I replied, “but I really need to take a shower first.”

“Well help yourself but not be too long!” she replied as she let go of my dick, “there are spare towels on the rail in the bathroom.”

I was in the bathroom ten seconds later...

I stripped off my dirty work clothes and jumped into the shower and soaped up. I soaped and rinsed a couple of times before turning the water off and towelling myself down. I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way back to her bedroom.

She had turned off the lights and there was only the glow of a bedside lamp in the room. She was face down on the bed and I sat on the side of it. I ran my hand down the soft skin of her back, from the nape of her neck down over her bra strap and over her panties. Her young taught skin was soft to touch, firm flesh, I kissed a line down her spine, and she smelt divine.