Summer Plumbing

By Terri Reid

Copyright ©2025

Only a month had passed since my divorce. Things had been better, but I couldn't complain, since I had gotten an apartment on the beach, one of the most paradisiacal in the country. My idiot husband fought with everything, but nothing, and nobody kept me away from that summer vacation at the beach. It would be three wonderful months with an incredible view, where I would have the opportunity to think, meditate, relax, and forget about recent events. I could not think of a better plan. I spent two whole weeks preparing for the summer, which promised to be unforgettable. I would be alone, but that was far from making me feel bad, as my goal was to spend a few months of absolute relaxation. I had been in that apartment before with my ex-husband, however, that fact would not burden me. The important thing was that the property now belonged to me.

I loved the beach, I had previously purchased several bathing suits, and I felt very sensual when I put them on. I still possessed a beautiful figure, that had not changed after years of marriage. I smiled in front of the mirror before going down to the beach, and spent a wonderful first afternoon with myself, where I felt fulfilled, without thinking about my ex, who was not going to steal my peace. That's how a week went by, during which I went down to the beach every afternoon, where handsome men kept their eyes on me, I liked the attention, but not for a moment did I think about going with one of them.

One afternoon, when I went up to the apartment, I found that a pipe had been damaged. I panicked for several minutes. At home, I had a favorite plumber, but I didn't know anyone there. Suddenly, I noticed that all the pipes had problems, and my panic intensified. I couldn't calm down right away, but when I started to think, I was able to check my phone for a local plumber. There were several, and I chose one who had good references. I explained a bit upset that it was an emergency, and the plumber agreed to take care of my emergency in the first instance. 

The relief I felt was intense, but I still wasn't completely relaxed until the man arrived. When the doorbell rang, I ran to open the door. On my doorstep stood an attractive, masculine man with huge arms, and through his uniform pants, I could see a large bulge. I immediately became nervous, but he thought it was due to the scare I had gotten from the plumbing disaster.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm Steven, I'll be helping you with your problem this afternoon.  

"Ehh, ehh... come in Steven, it all started in the bathroom." I stammered back. It was lucky I was tanned, as I felt my cheeks burning, blushing to the fullest extent. 

Steven walked into my summer apartment, turning his back to me, I got a better look at all that athletic body that man possessed. I sighed and followed him in to show him the problem. He was concerned to see the mess, but then he said:

 "I see what happened, don't worry, I'll fix it for you."

"You can call me Erika. That's my name." I replied more flushed than ever, and giving him a wide smile.

 "Very well, Erika. I'll get to work." He finally said and started to work. 

I left him alone, but every so often I would come back to offer him a drink, or something else. The idea was to watch him work, his arms flexing, showing the true potential they had, his muscles tensing beautifully... I couldn't openly admit that I was getting turned on, and my pussy had begun to ooze fluids. I hadn't been with another man in a long time, but I already felt ready for someone else. Oh yes...

"Erika, this took a while, but everything will be good as new." He informed me when I went to see him for the umpteenth time.

"Oh, I trust it will." I said with a smile. "Don't you feel like taking a break?" I added, and he agreed. We walked to the kitchen where he checked that everything was in order.

Something came over me, something primal. I could no longer stand the sight of that spectacular man without getting my hands on him, I still had my bathing suit on, because due to the scare, I had not been able to change. I moved closer to him, and he reacted somewhat nervously.

"Erika, sorry, I didn't mean to brush against you, I was I..." he started to say, but I threw my arms around his neck.

He was shocked, but I noticed that he had an erection, which had impacted against my thigh. Steven took charge of the situation, and kissed me in a fiery way, making his tongue entwine with mine in a beastly way. He had been watching me too, I was sure. Steven led me over to the kitchen table, which was behind us, and spread my legs to stand in between. We continued the hot kiss, as Steven pulled my breasts out of the top of my bathing suit. I was still a little sandy, but he sucked vigorously as he placed a hand on my pussy. Soon he was rubbing my clit, and sucking on my nipples, wringing moans of pleasure from me, which I didn't mind emitting. 

Steven didn't stop even to take a breath, and I felt I was very close to orgasm. Suddenly, he stopped, but only to remove my bathing suit, and bring his head to my crotch. He caught my clit between his lips to suck on it with great skill, I was lost in the moment, and I knew I would cum in his mouth without delay. He licked, sliding his tongue up and down to cover more space, as one of his fingers entered my vagina. He took his time, and licked like a madman, making me scream. He moved his fingers at full speed while his tongue did not rest, and I had such an exquisite orgasm, that I thought I was going to pass out.

I dropped onto the table, while Steven took off his clothes and then carried me to my room. My face was wet as well as my pussy. As soon as we arrived, I knelt and pulled him to me so I could take that magnificent cock in my mouth.  I ran my tongue down both sides first, and then that giant tool gently entered my mouth, where I gave it a special treatment with my tongue. Steven let out a slow moan as his cock pierced my throat. I moved my head quickly, and sucked briskly, trying to breathe at the same time.  Steven squeezed my shoulder, then brought his hand to my breasts. I felt my pussy keep leaking, and I thought I couldn't wait to be fucked. It had been so long...

However, I continued to take Steven's cock down my throat, moving one hand around his shaft from time to time. He pinched one of my nipples, and I sucked even faster until he stopped me to push me down onto the bed, my back to him. Steven kissed my neck from behind, and soon he was moving down to my back, as he put a hand on my pussy to keep rubbing it. I closed my eyes and was settling down on all fours on the bed, while Steven kept kissing and caressing me. When I was on all fours, Steven pointed his cock at my pussy, and he thrust forward until he had penetrated me completely.

He held still for a few seconds before pumping wildly in my direction. He carried out a few such lunges and left me panting and breathing hard. I groaned from the enjoyment I felt, as the plumber increased the power, and pulled my hair for better support. He paused for a few seconds only to come in the next round of thrusts. I screamed, and he moaned a little. He pumped harder, and I came in spurts, unable to believe how good the man was at it.

Then we changed positions. He lay on the bed, and I rode him in an inverted cowgirl position. I moved my hips quickly, but he soon decided to take the reins again, and holding me by the hips, he rammed upward with brutality, my breasts bounced hard, and pleasure took over without remedy. He didn't stop, instead, he was going faster and faster, bringing me great joy. Steven informed me that he was close, and he went in a hurry. This triggered another orgasm in me, and I collapsed on top of him. Steven finished me off by fucking me in a missionary position, where after several pumps, he came on my belly and then kissed me on the lips.

We both lay there talking, and I invited him to spend the night, which became one of my favorite nights during that hot summer that would remain forever in my memory...