“Oh damn!” Angie said as she saw the greasy brown, stagnant water in the kitchen sink. “I don’t have time for this crap now!”

Angie Parker was not having a good day. Between running around doing her typical morning routine – getting the two kids ready for school, fixing her husband Mike’s lunch and getting him off to work, then getting ready for work herself – she was already running behind schedule. But she figured she could make up the time if nothing else went wrong. Unfortunately, something else did go wrong. And now the kitchen sink was hopelessly clogged!

So left with no other option, she called her work to let them know she would be late coming in to work and why. Fortunately, her job as a medical receptionist meant that her presence at work was not “mission essential”– they could get along without her for a few hours. After calling her office, her next phone call was to the plumber.

“Hello, Four Star Plumbing and Heating. How can I help you?” the receptionist answered.

“My name is Angie Parker. I need a plumber to come unplug a drain. I don’t know what happened, but my kitchen sink is plugged,” Angie said.

“Well, we can definitely do that. What is your address, please?”

“1246 E 24th Street.”

“Okay, got it. And your phone?”

“353-1299”

“Thank you. Let’s see, I can have a plumber over there tomorrow afternoon. Is that all right?”

“Oh no! Can’t you get someone over here quicker? I took off work! I have two kids who are going to want dinner when they get home!”

“Well, let’s see. Okay I can have one of our guys stop over in about an hour. If it’s not too bad a clog, maybe he can get you going then.”

“Thank you so much. I hope he can too,” Angie said. She hung up the phone and looked around the house. Well, I might as well do some laundry while I wait. she thought to herself and put a load in the washing machine. With a load of laundry going, she grabbed the vacuum cleaner and began vacuuming the living room. She vacuumed the living room and the hallway before she heard a knock on the door. She hurried to the door and glanced at the mirror next to the door to check her appearance.

Angie was dressed in a salmon colored business suit consisting of a medium length skirt and blazer, with a white blouse. She also wore a Victoria Secrets lace bra, panty, and garter belt set and dark thigh-top stockings with her black high heeled pumps. She was dressed for business, but still let everyone know she was all woman as well.

“Hello. I understand you have a plugged up sink?” the man at the door said. Angie looked over the man that stood in her doorway. The name on his coveralls read James and he carried a good sized and well-used tool kit with him.

“Yes, I do. Come in,” Angie said and then closed the door after he stepped inside. He set his tool kit down and reached into his pocket to pull out a pair of shoe covers.

“I don’t want to mess up your nice carpet,” he explained. She smiled at him. As she lead him into the kitchen she explained what had happened that morning.

“I don’t know what the problem is,” she said, “but as I was getting the kids off to school I noticed the sink wasn’t draining like it normally does. My husband had already left for work or I would have had him look at it.”

“Well, let’s have a look and see what we can figure out.”

“I sure appreciate it. The kids will be coming home from school hungry and I have to get to work. I would really like this sink fixed when they get home.”

“Oh? How many kids do you have?” he said, trying to make small talk as he got to work.

“I have two, one boy and one girl,” Angie said.

“That’s nice. Which one is older?”

“My son, Nick is older. Amy is two years younger than him. Nick is 12 and Amy is 10.”

“No way! You don’t look old enough to have teenagers!” he said.

“Oh aren’t you sweet! Yes I’m afraid I am getting close to the teen years!” Angie said, blushing a bit.

“Well, if you don’t mind my saying so miss, you do not have the figure of a woman with teenaged kids. Much less two of them.”

“T ... Thank you,” Angie said blushing really red now. She smiled at the man on the floor. “My name ... is Angie.”

“Very nice to meet you, Angie. I’m James,” he said.

“Yes, I figured that,” she said giggling.

He looked down at his coveralls. “Oh yeah ... kinda obvious, I suppose.”

Angie looked at the plumber a bit closer as he worked. He was kinda cute. And certainly nice. He was blonde and a few years younger than her she guessed. Which made her all the more flattered – a younger man thought she was attractive! While his coveralls didn’t show it, he appeared to be in pretty good shape too. Hmm...

A thought crossed Angie’s mind – a deliciously wicked thought that put a smile on her face and a tingle in her pussy. What if ... She went into the other room quickly and took off her blazer and removed her blouse. She put the blazer back on but only fastened the lower of two buttons, leaving the collar open enough that she could see her black lace bra and plenty of cleavage.

Angie did have a very good figure – she was proud of her looks and especially proud of her 36DD breasts. Now she wanted to show them off to this strange man and see what would happen!

Angie came back in the room and stood next to the dishwasher where he could see her. She started making small talk again when she decided to make her move.

“Tell me James, and be honest – do you like this outfit? I’m not sure I think it makes me look too old,” she said.

James looked up at her from under the sink. “No I think it looks fine. I don’t think you look old at all.”

“Really? Because I was thinking that this skirt is too long. The women are wearing them shorter these days. What if I was to take it up ... to maybe here?” she said, pulling her skirt up a bit and revealing a bit more leg. She watched for his reaction. Still not satisfied with the results of her teasing, she raised the skirt still higher “Maybe even up the here?”

James licked his lips and he could feel his heart beating faster. “Y ... yeah, that’s a good ... height,” he stammered.

Angie smiled at his stammering. She knew she had gotten to him and it pleased her that she was able to make him so flustered. But she wasn’t quite finished with her little game.

“Okay, that should just about do it. Your drain should be running fine now,” he said, after a couple more minutes work.

“Oh thank goodness! Just in time – the kids will be home in a few hours and I can actually get dinner on the table on time too,” she said.

“Well, I’m glad I could help. I’ll just clean up here and get your bill ready, then I’ll be out of your way,” he said as he crawled out from under the sink. He wiped up the water drips and cleaned up the mess he had made and then stood up. He took off his coveralls because they were dirty too and that is when Angie got a good look at him.

Those coveralls did not do James justice at all. He was indeed a well-built man, his tight t-shirt accentuating his large chest and his well-muscled arms. He wore well-fitting blue jeans as well – not so tight that he couldn’t move easily in them, but not so loose that she couldn’t see his tight butt and powerful legs. Angie definitely liked what she saw.

They went over to the dining room table and James began drawing up the bill.

“Would you like something to drink, James? I have soda, ice tea...” Angie asked.

“I wouldn’t say no to a glass of tea,” he replied. Angie poured them both a glass of tea and brought them over the table to where James was sitting.

“Thanks for fixing the sink, James,” she said.

“It was no big deal, you just had some food in the trap. Someone put it down the drain instead of the garbage disposal,” he said.

“Since I have you here James, can you see anything else that might need some ... fixing?” she asked him as she pulled her chair a little closer to his and sat down. She pulled her skirt up a bit higher and spread her legs, showing him she wasn’t wearing any panties and revealing her clean-shaven, moist pussy. “Or ... maybe I could do something for you since you were so nice to come right over and help me with the sink.”

James sat there in shock with his mouth open. He didn’t know what to say. Angie scooted forward to the edge of her chair. She was sitting in right in front of him with her knees practically touching his and his crotch was just a foot away from her. She looked down and saw the bulge in his pants getting larger and she licked her lips unconsciously. She looked up into his eyes and flicked back and forth searching for a reply. Not finding one, she reached out suddenly and grabbed the bulge, giving it a squeeze.

“If you can think of some way I can thank you for helping me out, just let me know James ... I would be glad to do it.”

That was all poor James could take.

“Yeah, there’s something you can do all right,” he said, getting up from his chair.

James started unzipping and pulling at his pants. He jerked them and his boxers down in one swift motion. His cock sprung forward into her face.

Just looking at his cock made Angie even wetter. He must have been a good seven inches long and as big around as her wrist. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her off her chair and onto her knees. He stepped forward slightly until his fat cock was right in front of her face.

Angie opened her mouth as wide as she could and let James’ big fat cock slide paste her red lips and over her tongue. James wanted to show her that he was in charge right off. He started pumping his cock back and forth in her mouth, face-fucking her while she greedily sucked on him and twirled her tongue around his stiff pole.

James wasn’t about to take it easy on her either. She had shown him she wanted this. She asked for it. And now she was going to get it! James was ramming his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. He wanted his cock fully down her throat. Angie had never deep-throated anyone and as she felt him go deeper down her throat, she started to gag a bit.

James backed out of her mouth allowing her a gasping breath. “You’re gonna have to do better than that!” he growled, before thrusting his cock back down her throat.