Hot Water Service

In the middle of the afternoon, I get an email from the tenant, in which she complains that the water is leaking in her bathroom. She sends me a few more photos that clearly show the problem. She continues that he will be at home all day the next day. Of course, I answer in a moment that I will call and check the matter. I throw the tools in the car and ring the bell at the agreed time, she opens for me in leggings and a tight T-shirt, which hides the bountiful huge breasts with a big smile on hers face. I always liked her very much, but she was always with her husband, of course it would not be appropriate for me to get a good look at her at that time. This time, she stunned me with an incredibly athletic figure, a narrow waist, but above, her incredible breasts were eye-catching. I was sure they were even bigger than I remembered from before. “Come in” she invites me cheerfully and I stare into her glistening dark eyes. Interesting that she is so happy with the service. “will you have something to drink,” she continues.

I reply: “Oh no thanks, let’s get straight to the point”.

She directs me directly to the bathroom and tells me how wet everything was on the floor. Now the ground was completely dry without a drop of water. As experts, we both threw ourselves on our knees under the sink and checked to see if there was any leakage after we opened the valve. I wasn’t really into the thing, torn between serving it myself or not risking a great tenancy, so I bit my lip.

I just say, “Let’s see if there’s anything wet…” and look her straight in the eye.

It seems to me that she lingered with her gaze for quite a few moments,

Interesting, she must have a wild sex life, such a good cat, her face is still covered with a few pimples, despite the fact that she has more than thirty of them. Maybe it’s because of the birth control…, nonsense is spinning in my head.

Fortunately, it started dripping from the pipe under the sink, and I was able to confirm my diagnosis.

“We’ll trade, I’ll go to the store earlier and come back in half an hour, and then we’ll shake things up”, I continued.

Going down the stairs, I meet her husband who was just returning. We stop and I explain the situation to him.

My movie in my head ended and then I announced in the shop that I would rather continue tomorrow, because I still lack some tools, I got out, because I knew that nothing would come of my fantasizing.

The next day I rang the bell, and her husband answered, “She is at work today, he says”.

Shit. Nothing will happen, I think.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10kmx82/hot_water_service