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 WARNING:
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading
sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature -

do not read any further!  Stop Reading This Now!!

   This story is for entertainment only.  It contains adult oriented
material.  This is a work of fiction.  The acts and characters contained
within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact.  I do not
practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here.  The
characters in the story are entirely fictional.

   This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the
written permission of the author.  This story may be freely distributed
with this notice attached.

   If you enjoyed this story, please let me know at
harveymarcus9@hotmail.com

   Copyright (C) 2001, HarveyMarcus.  All Rights Reserved.

   PLUMBER'S HELPER

   It was my turn to stay off of work for a household fix up situation.  It
turns out that while some construction work was being done in our basement,
the workmen banged and rattled some of our water pipes.  Evidently one of
the pipe joints was old, heavily rusted, and fine if undisturbed, but the
workmen disturbed it and so now it was leaking just enough to require
attention.

   It was earlier that week that I had seen a truck on the way to work -
SCHULTZ & DAUGHTERS PLUMBING it read.  Having just had a bad experience
with some brutes whose clumsiness or lack of caring had caused the
situation, I decided to try a woman's touch.  I called their number, and a
woman with a sweet voice took the information and made the appointment. 
She said that she would send Dolly out to perform the repair.  My spirits
soared - Hello Dolly, I thought - and I anxiously awaited a doll named
Dolly.

   The side doorbell rang, and I answered it with anticipation, only to
find a large, gruff, surly woman on the other side of the door.  She
introduced herself as Dolly and asked where the leak was.  I led her to the
basement, where she surveyed the situation.  Evidently, our pipes were the
originals when the house was built, and Dolly didn't have the proper kind
or size pipe pieces to replace the old rusted ones.  She asked to use the
phone, and called back to her office.  Dolly described what she needed to
the person on the other side of the conversation.  Someone named Grizelda
would bring her the right parts, Dolly informed me after she hung up.

   The atmosphere was heavy as we sat and waited.  I think Dolly liked me,
but I wanted to just leave her there in the basement alone except I didn't
think that was good manners so I stayed, sitting silent looking at the
floor, my hands, the leak, anything but Dolly.

   The doorbell broke the silence, and I ran upstairs to answer it just to
leave the basement.  There, standing in the doorway was Grizelda, a
beautiful creature to say the least.  Her blonde hair cascaded around a
sculpted face.  She was carrying a box of plumbing parts, and I followed
her down the stairs to the basement, taking in the sway of a nicely
proportioned set of hips swaying back and forth in spandex pants.

   Dolly examined the contents of the box and exploded.  She accused
Grizelda of not being able to do anything right, and threw the box of parts
to the floor.  Grizelda was stunned, and just stood there with her head
hanging down in embarrassment.  Dolly explained in a loud and angry voice
that Grizelda had brought the wrong kind of pipe, despite being told
otherwise on the phone.  Grizelda offered to go back and retrieve the right
parts, but Dolly waved her off, telling me that she'd go get the right
parts herself.  Dolly stormed up the stairs, out the door, into her truck
and down the street.

   That left me alone with Grizelda, a creature of my dreams until that
moment.  We exchanged glances, then smiles, and then some pleasant but
meaningless conversation.  Grizelda explained that she wasn't allowed by
her father or Dolly to go out on customer visits, she had a track record of
making situations worse instead of better.  She picked up a large wrench
and ran her hand idly up and down the handle in what I took to be a
suggestive motion.  My body reacted in a natural manner, and I squirmed in
my chair.  Grizelda noticed, and smiled more broadly.

   She looked over at the leak, and said that she didn't think this was a
difficult problem at all.  She took off her jacket, revealing two full
breasts bouncing unconstrained under a SCHULTZ & DAUGHTERS PLUMBING
t-shirt. She went over to the leak, and put the wrench around one of the
pipes at the joint.  She tightened the wrench, and before I could say
anything, she was twisting the pipe to remove it.  I never had the chance
to explain that Dolly had not turned off the water yet, and suddenly water
was gushing out from the location of the leak.  I ran to Grizelda's side,
grabbing some towels that were in a laundry basket nearby, and we both
tried to wrap the break to slow the water flow.  I then ran to another part
of the basement, where I found the master water shutoff valve and closed
off the flow.

   I went back to Grizelda, who was standing there, embarrassed and soaked
through to the skin.  And I could just about see her skin through the
clinging wet t-shirt and spandex.  I offered to put her clothes in the
dryer, and her face flushed.  I added that I'd loan her a bathrobe to use
while they dried, and she accepted.  I went upstairs to fetch the robe, and
came back down to see Grizelda from behind, bending over removing her
pants, her t-shirt already on the floor making a puddle.  I tossed the robe
on a nearby chair, and Grizelda startled.  She reached for the robe, but in
a deliberate and slow manner, giving me a good long look at her profile
before I turned my back.

   When she gave the all clear, I pickled up her clothes, wrung them out in
the laundry tub, and put them in the dryer.  Grizelda apologized for the
mess she caused, and began to weep quietly, saying that her dad and sister
were right, she was a failure, and she didn't know what she was going to
do. I felt sorry for her - it was an honest mistake, with no great harm
done.  I told her that there were other things she could do, and mentioned
how attractive she was, and that modeling would be something for her to
pursue.

   She stopped crying, wiped her eyes, and smiled.  Because she was stuck
back in the office and didn't get out much, this compliment was a bit of a
surprise to her, although she must have known that she had a good body -
maybe she just hadn't been told by men very often.  She asked if I really
though she was attractive, as she crossed her legs and let the robe slide
open to a position high on her thighs.  I choked an affirmative reply.  She
was bracing herself on the chair, leaning a bit forward, and the robe was
coming undone at the top, showing all the cleavage one man could stand.

   I stood up to check her clothes in the dryer and found it a tad painful
around the crotch.  Grizelda stood at the same time, the robe barely held
together by the cloth belt.  She followed me to the dryer, which was still
running.  I bent over and opened the door to check her clothes.  She walked
up behind me and leaned over my back, putting one hand on my hip to balance
herself.  Her clothes weren't done, and I was hoping she wasn't either.  I
restarted the machine, and turned to face her.  She leaned back against the
machine, and commented that the warmth of the dryer and its vibration were
comforting.  By now, the belt had become useless, hanging at her sides, and
the robe flapped as she settled back, leaning against the dryer with a
dreamy expression.  I couldn't stand it - I stepped forward with my hands
raised and took her breasts in my hands at the same time I took her mouth
with mine.  Her hands went to my zipper, and in a quick motion my pants
were around my knees.  My hands explored the rest of her body, and she
wiggled with my touch and the vibration of the dryer.  No more waiting - I
crouched slightly and poised my manhood at the separation between her now
spread legs.  It wasn't a slam dunk - she was quite tight and it took some
additional fondling but soon we were coupled, bumping and grinding our
bodies to the beat of the dryer drum's rotation.

   I was approaching climax, and it felt so good I didn't want it to end.
Suddenly, from the corner of my eye I saw someone approach.  Oh no - it was
Dolly, returning with the correct parts.  I turned to face her, by prick
whipping out from Grizelda's cunt just as I as cumming.  I shot my load all
over Dolly's legs.  Dolly smiled and offered me a choice - I could do the
same for her that I had done with Grizelda, or I could pay double time for
the job.

   It wasn't easy, but I was successful in explaining to my wife the
excessive charges for the simple leak repair I had stayed home for.

   An Original H M Tale
   
