Repair Man, pt. 1 [Oral][Swallow][Random]

It was a day, just like any other. Just a quick trip to the pet store to get some food for my pup, and then a full day of work. My eyes may have lingered on a young, petite woman a tad too long, but she didn’t seem to notice. She looked to be right around five feet tall, silky black hair gliding down to the middle of her back, with shorts and a tank top somehow too tight for her small frame. Her caramel skin seemed to glow in the fluorescent light as she examined a dog toy.

I shook my head of impure thoughts and readjusted my pants against the growing rod beneath. ‘_I got no business with a girl like that,_’ I thought, ‘_unless she’s needin’ some sort of repair._’ More naughty ideas involving the total stranger invaded my head despite my best efforts, but I managed to keep my desires to myself as I found what I was after. 

“Hey, Jimmy!” the friendly cashier, Tanya greeted me when I got to the register.

“Mornin’!” I chimed back, placing the little bag of food on the counter. 

Someone cleared their throat behind me while Tanya scanned my only item. Tanya told me my total, and I paid, but then felt a tap on my back beneath my shoulder. I turned as Tanya handed me my receipt, and who should be standing there but the woman who would undoubtedly be haunting my dreams from now on?

“Excuse me,” she squeaked. Her cheeks had a redness to them, she clearly didn’t have much experience dealing with people without much time to prepare. 

Her hair draped over one shoulder, flowing like a waterfall down half of her chest. I could see the faintest trace of freckles in her cheeks and on her small, pointed nose, and her big, violet eyes had flecks of blue around the pupils. Her lips were thin, but the crimson lipstick made it difficult to look away. A combination of lavender and spearmint surrounded the girl, scents I found _incredibly_ enticing. 

I cleared my throat in an effort to calm my frayed nerves, “Yes, what I am do?” I felt my cheeks burn red, ‘_The fuck I just say?_’

The small girl laughed, her body language relaxing before she continued a bit more confident. “I couldn’t help but notice your outfit?” I looked myself over, worried that there was some embarrassing stain or a tear in my pants. She stepped beside me and placed the blue, rubbery toy on the counter for Tanya to scan. “Are you a repair guy?”

“Y- ye-huh,” I stammered. ‘_And the dumbest one so far as this girl knows,_ ___get it together!___’

She smiled at me, the warmth from her beautiful expression washing through me in an instant. “Could you come over to my apartment? My dishwasher is leaking from somewhere.”

“I, uh,” more stammering as basic English evaded me. My hand fumbled for the bag of dog food, which I clutched to my chest as this woman paid for her own pooch’s chew toy. I rubbed a hand on my head, and finally found coherent words. “Yeah, I repair stuff.”

Another, sweeter giggle slipped from her lips, and she smiled at Tanya as she took the bag with the long, bumpy toy. “Great, what’s your number? I’ll send you my address and we can hopefully get it fixed.”

I rattled off my personal number, which she expertly typed into her phone, and realized she _probably_ wanted my company number, which would have been the more appropriate option. She smiled at me again and spun to walk away, her hair fluttering in the air as she twirled. Tanya waved me down when the girl had walked from sight, my mesmerized state finally breaking. 

“Don’t you have work today, Jimmy?”

“Uh, yes! Absolutely, sorry,” I offered, hurrying out into the parking lot.

A white Volkswagen beetle drove by with the occupant waving at me. I waved back absently, my mind still reeling from the surreal experience. My truck’s springs groaned as I climbed in, tossing the small bag of food onto the passenger side. The familiar smells of dust, sweat, and grease washed the girl’s smell from my nose, and I was finally able to focus. I pulled my seatbelt across my chest and over my lap, clicked it into place, and started the engine. My truck roared to life, reliable as always despite its age. A proud smile crossed my face as I patted the dash, pleased with how well I was able to care for the old engine.

It was about midway through the day, and I’d almost completely forgotten about the cute girl from the pet store. Well, not really. I’d mostly just put it out of my mind, for now. The near exhausting list of clients was already nearing its end, with ever more being added with each successful visit. Dishwashers, radiators, refrigerators, ovens, air conditioners. If it was an appliance that could break, it was an appliance I could fix. The memory of my earlier stammering haunted me.

‘_If only I could speak to pretty women as well as I could tweak this dryer_,’ I thought.

I was leaned over the appliance, precariously tipped against the tips of my boots, when my phone chimed with yet another text. My eyes rolled. I generally enjoyed getting requests for work, it was job security and great pay. Plus, I truly enjoyed the work I did. But something about today was grinding every rolling request against my last nerve. The message went ignored until I’d finished the current job, but made me clam up all over again when I finally read what it said.

“Hey! It’s Cassie from earlier,” the message read. “I realize I didn’t give you my name, so maybe this is a better intro?”

The girl from earlier had sent a solid wall of text to me, and my eyes just couldn’t focus. I had to read it over at least a dozen times before I got the address and her issue. Excitement surged in my veins as I pressed on the brake and shifted, only to remember I had yet to actually start my truck. After a couple of calming breaths, I devised a plan. Step one, go home and shower. Put on my nicest, cleanest uniform, and _not too much_ cologne. Step two, don’t swallow my foot when I see her again. For a plan with only two parts, it sure seemed hard to follow…

I did go home and shower, and made sure not to overdo it with the fragrance. The “cleanest” uniform had some stubborn stains, but I figured it just made me look more authentic. I took my bulky French Bulldog, Cloud, on a quick walk and poured him a big bowl of food, and made sure he had plenty of clean water to drink. My truck flew through the streets, carrying me to the girl’s apartment complex in what had to have been record time. I was halfway to her floor in the elevator when it occurred that I _hadn’t actually responded to her text_! Panic overtook me as I scrambled for my phone and hurriedly tapped in a response.

“Jimmy, one my wy”

My clumsy thumb hit ‘send’ before I’d had time to proofread, and a deafening internal scream nearly ruptured my eyeballs. ‘_I’ve embarrassed all tradesmen everywhere_,’ I chided. What the ___hell___ made it so difficult to communicate with this woman, even in the most simplistic manner? My phone chimed again shortly after, the reception in this slow-ass elevator much better than anticipated.

“Lol, k. Getting into shower now, I’ll leave the door open.”

I stared at the message she sent so long, I nearly missed my opportunity to get off on her floor. ‘_Had she really just told me she was getting into the shower? With her door open? Which door, surely not the bathroom? What is even going on?_’ Thoughts swarmed in my head as I staggered to her apartment door. I stood there for a handful of seconds before trying the knob, which turned easily and allowed me to simply push the wooden obstacle open. 

Her apartment was _immaculate_. The scent of vanilla washed over me the instant I stepped inside. LEDs embedded in the ceiling provided the perfect amount of light, not too bright while also not being too dim. She had a big, flat screen TV contained within an entertainment center, various entertainment gadgets enclosed below and around it in glass. A glass coffee table was neatly half confined by a large sectional couch, the “L” shape bend arranged against the corner of the wall. A fuzzy rug spread beneath the living room furniture, providing any occupant with comfort over the hardwood floor, which spread down a hallway and likely into the dining room and kitchen.

My feet carried me deeper into the apartment, where I could hear the shower’s water running from one room. A bright line of light could be seen beneath what was doubtless the bathroom door, but I managed to focus long enough to get a look at the kitchen/dining room. ‘_Just get to the task at hand, idiot,_’ I thought. My mind lingered on the bathroom door, steam leaking from the seam between the cherry wood object and the woman who would be haunting my dreams from now on. Naked. Soapy and glistening with an endless cascade of warm water running down her body…

Her dining room was fairly modest, just a four person table with four chairs. The table was quite ornate, almost hand crafted. Neat swirls were carved and attached to the legs and around the table’s edge, and all four chairs matched. Another rug was tastefully placed beneath the table, not a stain in sight.

My eyes traveled to the kitchen, where the tell tale signs of a leak had stained into the poor hardwood flooring around the dishwasher. It looked to be a more modern unit, probably something installed not quite right. Her refrigerator matched the stainless steel look of the dishwasher, but the oven stood out. It was a brilliant crimson, with a sleek, black stove top. The microwave was attached to the wall above the stove, with shelves on either side. The oak shelves spanned the full wall of her kitchen, and it appeared as though her countertops were made of the same material. There was some kind of coating to the wooded counter, making it smooth to the touch, and protecting the wood from staining. A deep sink was set into the counter, just a simple porcelain bowl with a garbage disposal beneath the high curve of the faucet.

I admired the room for a moment, then carefully set my toolbox down beside the dishwasher. The unit’s door opened easily, swinging down without much effort. There wasn’t any water standing in the unit, suggesting it wasn’t being flooded by any sink backwash, so on to the next obvious answer. I opened the cabinet beneath the sink and got onto my knees to get a better look at the setup. It was dark in there, so I fished my trusty flashlight from my pocket and clicked it on. A steady, slow stream of water was dribbling down the hose connecting the garbage disposal to the dishwasher, generally an easy fix. I reached in and turned the valve to cut water to the sink, and turned to my toolbox.

Motion in the hallway made me look back over my shoulder, but there was no one there. I noticed the sound of rushing water from the shower had stopped, and that I hadn’t really announced myself.

“_Hel_-,” my voice squeaked. I cleared my throat and tried again, “Hello?” No response. I continued despite the silence, trying to let the lady know who I was and what I was doing. “It’s Jimmy, from before? Just here to fix your dishwasher. I think I found the problem already, should be out of your hair soon.”

My hands searched through the tool box for a wrench and an o-ring gasket, hoping I had one that would be the right size. The wrench was easy enough to find, but I seemed to be out of gaskets, but decided to give it a shot. Sometimes these things just need a bit of tightening, other times the hardware in place just needs to be jostled a bit. The angle of her setup was a bit awkward, so I decided to lay on my back and actually get into the cabinet. My shoulders managed to squeeze through, and the flashlight was able to balance just right to illuminate the workspace.

I had started tightening the connection when I felt someone walk into the kitchen with me. My eyes drifted down my chest to try to see who it was, _’who else?_’ The girl – Cassie – was standing there, as far as I could tell. Her bare feet stood on opposite sides of my legs, with rivulets of water sliding down her calves. I couldn’t see higher than her knees, but my wild imagination filled in a picture of the tight brunette standing over me, naked and dripping from the shower. Nature frustratingly took its course, and I could feel an erection building in my pants. I shifted beneath her, hoping she wouldn’t notice.

“Hi,” her chipper voice said. The musical sound of her voice sent my primal desires into overdrive, and I _swear_ my manhood was trying to tear out of my pants. “I’m so glad you were able to find the place, this leak has been driving me crazy!”

She giggled after practically yelling the last word, another sound that rang in my ears and made my body _beg_ for her. I just continued tightening the connector, and could tell I was turning it too much, but that was all I could really do. My head nodded as my eyes burned into the leaky brass connection, something that I knew on some level was a completely useless gesture, seeing as how she couldn’t _see_ me, and hoped she would somehow overlook the bulge in my trousers that had to be obvious by now. The most peculiar sensation sent my attention careening back down my body.

“_Oooh_,” Cassie cooed, caressing my hardened manhood with her perfect, small foot. “What have we here?” she continued, her heel gliding away from the thick head as pedicured toes slid closer to my belt.

Another giggle flowed from her lips, somewhere above me but mercilessly out of view as I overworked the quick repair. I cleared my throat nervously, completely lost in the moment. ‘_What do I do now?_’ The thought had barely stumbled through my head before her voice floated down to me again.

“It feels fucking _huge_!”

My cheeks reddened as the pretty girl admired my concealed boner, every inappropriate thought crashing in my mind. I remained paralyzed beneath her sink with my lower half poking out, waiting to see what this woman would do next. She crouched down, her body completely in my vision outside the cabinet. A purple towel was wrapped around her, but not very well. It parted beneath her hand, the two ends splitting gloriously away from her front as she came into view. Her breasts were still covered, regrettably, but I could see the rest of her beautiful body.

I allowed my eyes to drink in her exposed body, and they happily traveled from the deep green polish on her toes resting on my crotch, up her calf, and then in along her slender thigh. Her other leg was angled away, foot planted on the floor for stability. I said a silent prayer for that blessing, which gifted my eyes with a glimpse of her shaved pussy. The edges of her vulva were darker than the rest of her caramel skin, but bore a wonderful gradient to pink closer to her entrance. Her clitoral hood was a flawless mix of her caramel skin tone and the pink interior I so desperately craved, and my eyes lingered long enough to see _something_ drip from the opening between her legs. They wandered up further, dancing across the creases in her belly, formed from the awkward angle, no doubt. Her wet hair seemed to pour onto my shirt, piling onto me as she leaned in, her foot slipping from my hardened member.

“I think I found the _perfect_ tool for your next job,” she said giddily. I grunted when she sat on me, her rear resting on my thighs as she placed her hands on my belt. “_May I_?”

The request came with a tone laced in seduction, and I could do little more than nod while maintaining my grip on my wrench. I watched with ever growing arousal while her hands fumbled with my belt, desire and frustration fighting for space on her face. When the belt finally came undone she smiled her satisfaction, and any thought of putting a stop to this that may have been lingering in the back of my mind melted away. She allowed the towel to fall from around her, stiff, dark nipples on firm, c-cup breasts coming into view as the purple descended. I practically held my breath as she unbuttoned my pants, and she looked into my eyes with naughty determination while her thin, perfect fingers pulled my zipper. 

Confusion briefly won the battle for supreme emotion on her face when the upper limits of my pants were able to come apart, but then she smiled again while wrapping her fingers around the elastic band of my boxers. I lifted my butt from the floor to help her pull my layers off, her big, beautiful eyes widening as my manhood came into view. She pulled and pulled, my pants sliding almost halfway down my thighs before the meaty member sprung up.

“_holy fuck_,” she whispered, her hushed voice more than boosting my ego into the stratosphere. Her eyes dug into my sizeable erection, throbbing against the sudden chill as she muttered, seemingly to herself, “_it’s fucking huge_.”

Now, I’d never really compared to anyone else, or spent much time thinking about my ‘size.’ All I knew was, it was probably larger than average. I _had_ measured it once, a few years ago out of some kind of curiosity, and found it to be close to ten inches. The spongy head was much thicker than the shaft, mushrooming out about half an inch wider than the rest before ending in a rounded tip. I’d always considered it a bit unsightly, with thick veins bulging along its length, but the woman currently trying to wrap her hands around it seemed… enamored? I groaned as she fondled and stroked my veiny length, and nearly hit my head on the inner workings of her sink when I felt a warm breath followed by a slick tongue slide across the sensitive skin beneath the cockhead.

My neck strained awkwardly so I could see this stunning beauty work on my cock. Her lips pursed together as she kissed the mushroom-like head, her eyes staring through mine and burning into my soul. I had difficulty breathing, thinking this whole situation couldn’t _possibly_ be real. I groaned as I watched her lips open, feeling them sliding around my sensitive tip, and taking the whole purplish head into her mouth. She moaned into me, sending soft vibrations into my cock while her tongue swirled around. 

“_oh_ fuck,” I moaned, my head leaning back in the cabinet.

She began stroking up and down my pole, squeezing softly as her hand slid up, and releasing when it worked back down. The suction she provided was nothing short of perfection, and _that tongue_. My eyes rolled as her tongue circled around and dipped under my enveloped head, an orgasm already bubbling to the surface. My hips thrust gently into her mouth, sending another inch through her lips. She began bobbing her head over me, slurping and sucking my hardness until it felt as though it were about to pop.

“_Ca-_,” I groaned, the pleasure becoming too much. “Cassie, I’m- _I’m-_,”

Speech evaded me again, and I felt my cock twitch in her grasp. She sunk her face lower, taking more of me into her mouth as a hard throb jolted against her lips. Warm, thick cum pulsed up my manhood, and erupted into her tonsils, and _her sucking continued_. I grunted with each pulse flooding into her, and she stroked me faster and harder while draining my balls into her mouth. My hands bumped something under her sink, plastic bottles tumbling and rolling around as my world spun into the chaos of ecstasy. She seemed to suck my very soul into her mouth, only releasing me once the pulses dissolved into twitches. 

A small trail of cum leaked from my tip when it popped from her mouth, and she quickly licked it up. My sensitive, reddened manhood throbbed at the stimulation, but no more came rolling out. She smiled at me, every drop of my essence swallowed down. 

“_fuck_,” I said breathlessly. 

“Ok,” she replied with a peppy tone. 

The towel dropped onto my thighs as she stood, and I watched her walk from the kitchen. Her full, naked body came into view in the kitchen’s entryway, giving me my first good look at the girl. She leaned against the wooden frame, looking to be even shorter than I’d guessed before. Her head reached maybe four foot nine, and she was unbelievably gorgeous. So much so, my erection never even faltered. 

Her hair was still damp, and clung to her chest and arms, frustratingly covering her petite breasts. A light muscle tone framed her navel, which had a small, green jewel hanging from a silver chain. Her pubic mound was bare, and a fleshy hood split upwards into it between her thighs. She had her arms crossed in front of her chest, and her legs spread just a little. I was able to see slick lips dangling just enough between her thighs, sending another twitch through my cock. Her thighs were thick, and I found myself eager to learn how they felt around my ears.

“Coming?” she asked from the doorway.

I’d never gotten out of a sink’s cabinet so fast in all my life. She giggled and almost sprinted down the hallway, but I easily caught up to her. My hands struggled to hold up the pants she’d left undone, and I quickly followed her into what I assumed was her bedroom. 

The room was just as elegantly decorated as the rest of her home. One queen sized bed was settled against the wall, located in the center. Violet sheets were neatly spread over it, rippling and crumpling as she leapt on. To one side was a nightstand with a lamp, the bulb lit behind a violet lampshade. There was the familiar blue chew toy on the nightstand, but I had _yet_ to see a dog. The other side of her bed had a cushioned chair, and the window looking outside. Against the door to the room we’d just run through a long dresser, just three drawers high. A mirror ran the length of the dresser, right around five feet long facing the bed. A closet was built into the wall beside me, one with the sliding accordion doors.

She laid on her side, lower leg straight down the length of the bed with the other draped down to the sheets below. The curve of her hip was exaggerated in this position, and invited my eyes to wander up her glistening, caramel skin. Her hair cascaded down her shoulder and chest, one perky, b-cup breast finally in view. Her dark, hershey kiss nipple was erect, sending my lust ever deeper. She had her head resting on one hand, the arm beneath digging into the mattress while she dug her violet eyes into me. 

“What do you want to do to me?” she asked, her voice dripping in seduction. 

I finally let my pants drop, the tools secured around my waist by my belt clattering to the floor. My shoes were stubborn, refusing to simply slip off and requiring a more firm touch. I removed my shirt after the shoes found themselves scattered across her fuzzy floor, and joined the beauty on her bed.

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