Donna called one afternoon and my wife answered the phone. I heard Rebecca respond,
“I’ll send Rex right over.”
I knew instinctively, that when I was being dispatched to the next door neighbor’s house, it was usually to help Donna address an immediate need because Harold was either now around or out of town. The first time I was dispatched was to help put the garage door back on its tracks after Donna tried to put their new SUV in the garage and practically took the door down. The second time, was unstop a toilet. Donna stood patiently by in her see-through nightie, as I used the plunger to fix the issue. I didn’t complain, but told her that anytime she needed a plumber, just to let me know. I couldn’t help but think, she knew where I was going with the offer.
Donna was the type of next door neighbor, any guy might find himself drooling over. Short, spunky, and always flirting, she had a model-like figure and knew had to draw attention to herself with low cut blouses, or tube tops, shorts that we always a bit on the too short side, and well tanned and toned legs that any guy would love to have wrapped around his neck. Donna was an avid cyclist and on any given day, there would be a line of cars following her through the neighborhood. She liked to tease and didn't seem to care who was looking. She's wave, smile and wink at just about anyone and everyone, to include myself. Living next door to her was pure hell.
I crawled up under the kitchen sink in Donna's house to take a look at the garbage disposal. Donna stood nearby. I had a perfect look up the open space of her shorts, from where I was positioned under the sink. Donna was sans underwear and I could very easily see her shaved pussy. it was like she didn't care or intentionally got a kick out of her tease. Almost immediately, my little head took notice. I tuned the garbage disposal with the wrench I had brought over and asked Donna to turn it on. She positioned her bare foot right between my legs, her ankle resting against my testicles. I didn’t dare move or say a word.
The garbage disposal roared to life.
“Yeah!” Donna extolled, clapping her hands.
Donna took a step back. I started to crawl out from under her sink, when I noticed the a small dribble of water coming from under a drain pipe.
“Uh oh,” I remarked.
Donna squatted down and looked in my direction. Women, I said to myself, making a mental note, really should wear a brassiere. and underwear.
“You’ve got a leak,” I replied.
“Damn it,” Donna replied. “Harold is gone for the weekend.”
“I can fix it, if you want me to,” I replied.
Donna smiled.
“Would you? I mean, if you do, I would forever be in your debt. We’re short on cash right now, but I can pay you when Harold gets back,” Donna remarked, as she dropped on to her knees and placed her hands on either side of my outstretched legs. I could see straight down her loose fitting blouse. I couldn’t help but think, she had to know, she was showing me everything she had and then some.
“Sure, “ I responded. “Let me call Becca and let her know what’s going on.”
I crawled out from under the sink and used Donna and Harold’s kitchen phone to explain to Becca that I was going to help fix a leaky sink drain. Donna was perfectly fine with my willingness to be a good neighbor.
I told Donna I would need to go up to the hardware store and get a few things.
“Great!” she replied. “I’ve got to take shower. I’ll leave the back door open for you.”
I headed up to the local hardware store, my mind swirling with the possibilities of what could transpire over the next few hours. I slipped back into Donna and Harold’s kitchen, repair section in hand and with my tool box in the other. Donna was nowhere to be seen. I stepped out to the front of the house and used my meter key to open the cover to the water meter. I turned off the water to the house.
I slipped under the sink and loosened the offending pipe with a pipe wrench. I cleaned off the pipe connection and readied the new section for attachment. Suddenly, two very shapely legs appeared next to me. Donna squatted down, wrapped solely in her bath towel. I had a perfect unobstructed view of her pussy.
“How is it going?” Donna innocently asked.
“So far, so good,” I replied.
“Cool,” Donna replied. “I guess I will finish my shower after it is fixed.”
I apologized. I had forgotten that she was taking a shower.
Donna leaned sideways and eased into a stationary position on her butt. Her blonde hair was wet and dripped on to her soft and tanned shoulders. The towel was wrapped tightly around her and tucked securely between her breasts.
I slipped the newer section of the pipe into place to insure it would be a good fit. I looked at Donna.
“Can you do me a favor?” I asked. She smiled.
“Can you hand me that roll of white tape in the tool box,” I said. Donna scooted around on her ass. The tool box was about three feet from the end of my feet. Donna slipped up onto a knee and then a second, as she stretched for the tool box. I had a clear unobstructed view of her uncovered and bald pussy. She looked back at me and smiled, waving the plastic pipe fitting tape in her hand.
“Is this it?” she asked.
“Yes it is,” I replied, taking in a deep breath and forcefully exhaling.
Donna turned on her knees and crawled toward me. As she did her towel came untied and fell open. She tried to grab it, but wasn’t fast enough.
“I’m sorry,” Donna exclaimed, trying to cover herself.
“No biggie,” I replied. “I’ve seen boobs before.”
With one hand holding her towel, she stretched to hand me the plumber's tape. She fell forward, landing on my leg, her face just inches from my raging hard on.