Snaking The Drain

Frankly, I was expecting a typical Little Old Lady to answer the door. That was the kind of customer I usually got: some widow whose husband died, and who couldn't keep up with household chores and repairs. Instead, when the door opened, I was confronted by a blonde bombshell in a red bathrobe that barely contained her still-damp breasts.

"I'm sorry!" Her voice was as soft and warm as she looked. "You caught me right in the middle of something. Come on in!"

She led me to the kitchen, showed me the sink, and I opened my toolbox.

"You can get back to what you were doing." I said. "I'll let you know when I'm done."

"Nuh-uh." She shook her head. "I'm going to watch you work, make sure it gets done right. I've been screwed by plumbers before."

I shrugged, and got to work, figuring that if she wasn't uncomfortable hanging around in her robe in front of a stranger, that was her deal. I certainly didn't mind the view.

The view got even better later, partway into the job. She came over to check on my progress, bending way over to see under the sink, and the top of that red robe opened up a bit, giving me a good glance at her breasts hanging down inside, all heavy and loose.

Then she knelt down for an even better look. I was lying on my back, with my head and arms under the sink. When she knelt down,...