Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 51

I thought you were working today. Did you meet Jeff?"

I looked back at her mom and she was staring at the bulge just below my clasped hands.

Shit!....she sees my erection Christ!...keep cool...nothing to see here

She looked back up at me, "Yes, we met." She subtly raised her right hand to her nose and sniffed her fingers, then turned her attention to her daughter, "We need to have a talk."

I walked over to the front door to let myself out. "Well, it was very nice meeting you. I need to get back to work." Sarah walked over and held the door open to say goodbye, "Thank you for the ride!"

I heard her mother start in on her, "Exactly what do you think you are doing, young lady?" before Sarah closed the door.

I wanted to run, but I tried my best to maintain composure as I walked out to my car. I got in and as I put on my seatbelt I noticed the large wet spot on my shorts at the head of my deflating dick Fuck!

Driving home, trying to calm down my heart rate, I thought about what just happened. I was pretty sure I was closer in age to Sarah's mother than I was to Sarah, and her mom was attractive... definitely fuckable... but that would certainly never happen. More likely she would get Sarah to spill what happened during our earlier Tesson and I would soon be receiving a summons.

I don't know what I was thinking anyway... I didn't even have a rubber on me. Was I going to fuck that young girl bareback?

Debbie's leaky sink

When I pulled onto our street it looked like the entire neighborhood was out enjoying the sunny day. Gail, the new neighbor next door, was laying out in a bikini on some beach towels with another girl. She waved as I got out of the car.

The girls in the blue house across the street were playing around in their backyard. They had some guys over and beer was flowing freely from what I could see.

Debbie was moving stuff in and out of her garage. Wearing shorts and a t-shirt, obviously her 'work clothes, she glanced over my way but acted like she didn't see me.

Pam and Jodi were up on Melissa's porch. It didn't look like they saw me pull up, but thought that was just as well. What happened with them yesterday and what just happened with Sarah haunted me and made me paranoid about what might happen if (when) these young girls started talking. I walked up the stairs to our front door thinking 'Get your shit together, Jeff... at least keep with girls that are of legal age.'

I went inside and after a bit I was changing into shorts and a t-shirt when I heard a knock at the front door. I quickly opened the door when I could see Debbie through the peephole.

"Hi Jeff! Sorry to bother..." she stopped mid-sentence and giggled at me. I was still holding my shirt in one hand, standing there wearing nothing but shorts. "...did I interrupt something?"

"Sorry, I just got home and was changing." pulled the shirt down over my head and invited her inside, "Debbie, It's certainly nice to see you! Can I offer you a beer, or a glass of wine?"

She was no longer wearing her 'work clothes', but had changed into a light summer dress, her standard flirtatious wear. Nothing fancy, but the thin material clung to her athletic body and advertised every curve, and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. No makeup, no lipstick, just her natural beautiful face and luscious smile. She looked better without lipstick; her perfect white teeth, wide smile, her pouty lips tumed up at the edges under her dimples.

"I would love that, but I already poured a glass of wine at home. I wondered if I could ask you for a favor. My kitchen sink is leaking. It's nothing bad, but I can't let it go... could you look at it?"

"For you? Of course... anything. Let me grab some tools and I'll be right over.

"Really? You're so sweet... I promise I'll make it up to you." She smiled mischievously with this last remark, leading me to believe she was offering me sex... which wouldn't surprise me after what happened, well, what almost happened, the last time I was over at her house.

I gathered a few things and headed across the street. My mind

raced about what might happen... the cliché plumber visit? Her

front door was open and I heard her call to me when I walked up

the steps to her front porch, "Back here, Jeff!" She was standing in

the kitchen holding a glass of wine. The cabinet doors below the sink were open, and all the stuff under the sink had been pulled out and stacked on the counter and the kitchen table.

"Can I get you a beer, or a glass of wine?"

"A beer sounds great."

She walked over and opened the door to the fridge and reached inside. The thin material of her dress clung to her tight ass when she bent over. It looked like she wasn't wearing any underwear..... imagine that. She stayed there long enough to let the cold air stiffen her nipples, then spun around slowly and handed a Lowenbrau to me, "Is this good?" then waved to the open fridge, "or do you see anything else that you would like?"

She was openly flirting with me, but I kind of expected it after what had gone down before. "I see a lot that looks very appetizing, but maybe just a bottle opener for the moment?" Debbie almost spit out her wine, and quickly grabbed a bottle opener and handed it to me, "I'm sorry. I keep forgetting that those aren't twist-offs." She went to the sink and pulled out the wet towel that was soaking up the water from the leaking sink. "Let me replace this with a dry one for you."

She put the wet towel in the sink and slowly bent over and laid out a new dry one in the cabinet, making sure she was positioned off to one side so could look down her dress. I couldn't see her nipples, but the curves of her tits were on full display.

She held that position when she looked back up at me, "There... that should be more comfortable for you. I don't want you to get wet. I mean you know... from the leaky sink." I pulled my eyes up from her tits and she held my gaze as she slowly stood back up.

..... the guilt and paranola i had been feeling over the situation with Sarah quickly disappeared

I squatted down in front of the sink and spun around to lay down on my back and slide into the cabinet. I could immediately see the source of the leak; a slow drip from the cold water supply line at the connection to the shutoff valve.

I grabbed my crescent wrench and tightened the fitting and the leak quickly stopped. This wasn't from wear and tear, someone had intentionally loosened the fitting.

"I think I found your problem. This should be pretty easy to fix."

Debbie leaned down and tried to see what I was doing, the front of her dress falling down and exposing her breasts to me.