Slowly, she dipped a finger into her pussy, rubbing it along her walls before lifting it out and coating her clit, giving it the unmistakable sheen of a horny Alice. She brought up the finger to her mouth, sucking the remnants of the juice from her fingers, making herself moan at the taste of her need on her hand. Her pussy puled again, and she gave in, bringing her hand back down and beginning to rub her clit slowly, the other hand still kneading and pinching her breasts. If anyone in the neighboring houses looked out their window, they would be able to see her entirely, from her tits to her stomach and down to her pussy and asshole, which lay invitingly wet between her legs.
She rubbed herself faster and faster, imagining what that would be like. What if Chris, their neighbor, was watching her right now, stroking his cock at the sight of her beautiful body shaking in the throes of orgasm? Or maybe Jim, spitting on his cock or letting it spurt into his pants as he imagined what her pussy would taste like, or what it would feel like to explode in her, filling her with wave after wave of hot, salty semen, then watch her scoop it out of her hole and feed it to herself. A thought flashed through her head, momentarily. What would Jacob do if he caught her out here like this?
Normally, that would have been enough to calm her down from the brink of orgasm, the weirdness of her thoughts stopping any notion of finishing, but today was different. Today, she was as horny as she had ever been, and nothing could stop her. She plunged her fingers into her pussy, faster and faster, too caught up in her orgasm to stop, no matter how lewd the thought of Jacob. She tried to shift to thinking about Richard, naked and standing in front of her, jerking off and covering her tits and face in his cum as she came for him, displayed for his pleasure. She was there, on the edge, about to fall over into orgasm. Just one more little touch to her clit –
A cough sounded from inside, and she immediately sat up and spun around, clutching her breasts. A man stood inside her house, his face bright red as he looked at her abashedly.
“I’m sorry – I… uh… the front door was open?” he said, motioning towards the door, which sat ajar behind him. “I thought you were expecting me? I can come back another time if you’d like.” He seemed ashamed, but his eyes dipped to her chest, covered by her hand, and then lower, to where her legs were crossed. Naked.
She took a deep breath, looking at the symbol on the chest of his coveralls and the tools in his hand. “Plumber?” she said, looking at him.
He nodded, looking up at her face, then down at the ground when he realized that she’d caught him staring at her body. “Yeah, someone called about a leak in the second-floor bathroom?” He seemed nervous, rocking from side to side, still sneaking glances at her. It was endearing, almost. “He said that it was a pretty bad leak, but I can come back another time if now’s bad?”
She shook her head and smiled, standing up. “Now’s fine.” Alice dropped her hand from where it covered her breasts, and she say his pupils dilate at the sight of her full breasts and screwed-up nipples point directly at him. His eyes roamed farther down, over flat stomach and naked vulva, her outer lips bare of any hair at all, growing large at the wetness dripping onto her thighs. Not the only thing growing large, she noticed. Smirking at his reaction, she walked over to where he stood, in the main foyer, and bent over at the foot of the stairs to pick up her robe, discarded there when she’d gone outside. She bent over, her tits hanging in front of her, and she knew that the plumber was staring at her ass. She wiggled it for his benefit, looking directly at his groin, where a noticeable bulge was growing. Not a small one either, she thought to herself.
She wiggled her ass for his benefit. She kept her pussy itself hidden from his gaze for now; might be nice to save some things for later. Besides, he’d just interrupted her orgasm. He deserved a little bit of teasing. She thought back to what she had been thinking about as she had fucked herself to orgasm. Now, the heat of desire gone from her body – although not completely; her pussy was still slick with her need – she wasn’t sure how she felt about what she’d been thinking. Jacob, her little boy turned man, in a sexual fashion? She’d even been imagining what his cock felt like, tasted like, what her pussy would taste like as she licked his cock clean after he came in her. Horrible thoughts, things she’d never thought about before. But the throes of orgasm still covered her eyes, and Alice couldn’t help but think her thoughts were not all that bad, not all that weird. She was, after all, simply a woman, and it wasn’t like her son wasn’t attractive. Maybe she was just thinking about Richard when he was Jacob’s age, she told herself. But she knew it was a lie.
She finished tying her robe tight around her waist, and smiled back at the plumber. It barely went lower than her thighs, almost leaving her pussy exposed to the air. “Maybe a couple minutes later would have been great, but yeah, now’s fine. What’s your name?”
Her goods covered, the plumber seemed much more at ease, much more professional. “Will. Mr. Walker said the bathroom shower was leaking? He said it was pretty urgent.”
Her eyebrows creased. “A leak? First I’ve ever heard about it. But Richard’s probably right. You want to go take a look? It’s the second door on the left.” She pointed up the stairs.
“Thanks, Mrs. Walker,” he said, picking up his toolbox and heading up the stairs.
“Please, just Alice,” she called up after him. Discretely, she reached down and rubbed the robe between her thighs, soaking up her juices and cleaning herself. When she was sure that he wasn’t looking, she brought it quickly to her face, inhaling her scent and licking it from the fabric. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly, a breathy sound that almost didn’t even leave her lips. She opened her eyes to see Will staring. Not at her face, where her pussy was now on full display, the robes covering it currently being licked and sniffed by her. When he saw her eyes open, he all but ran up the stairs, busying himself in the main shower.
She laughed lightly.
The plumber went to work, and she followed him up to the bathroom. It was the second one on that floor, the first being Alice’s own bathroom – the master bathroom. This one was only used by Jacob, and maybe Richard or Alice if one of them was taking too long in the shower. More often than not, they would simply shower together, but sometimes Richard was in a rush and didn’t have the time to give Alice a second showerhead in the form of his pulsing cock, and would resort to using this bathroom.
As he went to work, Alice sat down on the edge of the counter, watching him work. He wasn’t what she would normally consider attractive, at least in his face. Bushy eyebrows, a long jaw, most unlike the elegant, sharp sexiness that Richard exuded.
And Jacob, apparently.
But even so, there was something simply hot about watching a man at work. Straining biceps, tight ass as he squatted down to check the drainage pipes. Corded forearms working his tools. Wrenches – those types of tools, but she wouldn’t have minded seeing him work his other tool either. She’d seen its shape through those coveralls earlier – at least the shape of its bulge. She wouldn’t mind seeing it uncovered.
She shook her head, trying to clear it. “I’ll be in the master bedroom if you need me,” she said, hopping off the counter. He barely seemed to have heard her, too intent on his work. She walked over to her bed, flopping down on it, stretching out. She listened for the sounds of a plumber at work, and when she was satisfied, her hand stole to her nightstand, where she kept her array of toys for when Richard wasn’t around to please her.
She pulled out her favorite dildo. It was the closest one she had found to Richard’s own cock. The right size and girth and length, but there were some things that were different. Still, she’d take what she could get; if Richard’s cock was a close second to perfect, then this was pretty much third place. She slipped it past her lips, sliding it into her mouth, tonguing it and lubing it up with her spit, before she pulled off her robe and teased her nipples with it, rubbing it in circles over them until they grew long and hard again. Then, she reached between her legs, rubbing it against her clit before thrusting it, inch by inch, into her body. Her ass lifted off the bed as she wriggled to get it in as far as she could, until its base was touching her lips and its fake balls were brushing against her ass and thighs. She sighed, sitting like that for a good minute, simply full to the brim.
Then, she started fucking herself. Really, really fucking herself. She smoothly moved the dildo in and out of her pussy, feeling it clench around the rim of the head and the veins crisscrossing all over it before plunging it back into herself, so smoothly it almost sucked itself back in. As it moved, more and more of her wet sticky juices spilled onto her thighs. She had always been very, very wet, to the point where they often needed a towel when she and Richard fucked. This time, she was too horny to think of a towel. She wanted to cum, and she wanted it now.
Then a loud, loud crash sounded from the bathroom. Orgasm on the edge, once again, but shocked out of it. She was getting annoyed with this.
“Will?” she called, panicked. Nothing but silence rang from the bathroom. She called again.
No answer.
She was beginning to get worried.
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