Fortunately for me, I have a rather robust, fairly good looking and very muscular next door neighbor, named Alex, who can do all these things and so much more. Yes, Alex is married and yes, I am a divorced woman. But we never let those facts get in the way of Alex helping me out from time to time.
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So when my shower head kept dripping and dripping and dripping, I did what I had done a couple of times before: I walked next door and asked for help from Alex.
Alex opened the door and upon seeing it was me, he asked,
“What needs fixing?”
I felt bad that the only time I seemed to knock on his door was when I needed something fixing.
“Just the drip to the shower head,” I replied, “and just the drop.”
Alex knew all too well that a simple repair at my house was never a simple repair.
“Let me get my tool box,” Alex responded, “and I’ll be right over.”
I had an all-too-familiar ache for a man, an ache that never seemed to go away. Even though my ex- and I couldn’t get along, the sex was always “off the charts” great. I missed the sex. I did not miss the arguments. Alex could do me what I couldn’t get from my ex- great sex and no arguments.
I waited for Alex to knock on the door. I hoped he was in a good mood. I had never known him to not be, but I was sure that at some point he would get tired of my pestering him to fix things. I was a bit nervous and excited, all at the same time.
Alex came over and I showed him the shower stall. We both stood looking at the very slow drip, one drop about every five seconds.
“Yep,” Alex responded, looking at the shower downspout, “That sure is a drip.”
I felt bad that the drip wasn’t more pronounced.
“Can you fix it?” I asked.
Alex smiled as he looked at me standing beside him.
“I can fix it,” he softly replied. His biceps pulsated, holding on to the tool box. I could smell his aftershave, which made me want him only more.
He sat down his tool chest beside the shower stall. As he dug through it for a wrench, I leaned up against the vanity counter. I was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a pull-over t-shirt with the word “Sexy” emblazoned across the chest.
Alex took out a large wrench and started to turn on the shower head connection. A quick shot of water sprayed from the connection pipe. Alex turned and remarked, water dripping off of his face, “Perhaps I should turn off the water before I proceed.”
He grabbed a funny looking wrench from his tool chest and quickly disappeared. A few moments later and he stepped back into my master bath, announcing that he had successfully shut off the water to the house.
He unscrewed the shower head and removed a small rubber seal. He dug through his tool box, put in another seal and refastened the shower head connection. He silently disappeared a second time and upon his return a moment later, he turned on the shower. The spray of water bounced off the glass shower walls and circled on the floor before going down the drain.
He turned off the shower, and we both watched the shower head dribble to a stop.
“I think it is fixed,” Alex declared.
We watched as a dribble turned into a drip, then another drip, and then another.
“Look fixed to me,” I sarcastically replied, as another drip fell to the shower floor.
Alex scratched his head.
I slipped next to Alex, placing my hand on his lower back as I reached into the shower. I tuned on the faucet and then turned it off. A shot of water spewed from the shower head and then dribbled to a slow drip. We watched for the drip to stop. After about ten or fifteen seconds, without a drip. I declared,
“It takes a woman’s touch.”
Alex looked over at me.
“I’ll be damned,” he replied, “You have the touch!”
I slipped my hand down to his firm ass and grabbed me a handful.
“Never under-estimate a woman’s touch,” I declared, still holding on to his butt.
I moved my fingers across his manhood, as I turned and stepped in front of him. Alex was just a tad bit taller than myself. My eyes were barely at shoulder level on him.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” I replied, still massaging his expanding crotch.
“Well,” he replied, “you’ve got a good start.”
I forced my hand into his jeans, as he pulled off his t-shirt. Oh my gawd. He had a chiseled chest and washboard set of abs. His small nipples begged to be touched. I slipped my mouth over his left nipple and gently sucked on it, even as I found life inside of his jeans.
Alex didn’t say a word. He pulled my t-shirt off of me, my boobies being set free. As soon as his hands cupped them, I felt a chill going down my spine. Oh my goodness! He lightly pinched my nipples and I thought for sure I would melt right then and there.
I fiddled with his belt and somehow, managed to get his jeans unsnapped and the zipper lowered. Alex pushed down on them, and his shorts, allowing his massive cock to spring-free, as I squatted to pull down his jeans.
I slipped my fingers around his shaft and lightly kissed the tip end of his phalanx. I was about to slip my mouth around his tool when he pulled me up and into the sweetest kiss. His lips were soft, but firm. He teasingly bit at my lower lip. Oh shoot! I couldn’t move. His kisses were that good.
He slipped his hands on to my buttocks and pressed himself up against me, his man-hood pressing against my abdomen.
I stepped to the side, and taking his hand in mind, lead him out of the shower stall door way and to my bed. I stripped out of my shorts and underwear. I had lost total control. I needed a man. I needed a cock inside of me. I closed my eyes and pulled Alex on top of me. I could feel his cock probing the out confines of my love box.
“Goddamn it!” I breathlessly begged, “Put it in me!”
Alex slipped his cock into my pussy. The thickness of his manhood filled my pussy. I could feel myself losing control, the walls of my vagina tightening down on his tool. His hot breath on my neck drove me into a shiver, unlike anything I had ever experienced. My hands were locked on to his chiseled chest, squeezing it as he grunted and pushed his cock back and forth in my aching pussy.
Oh MY Gawd! I wrapped my legs around his muscular torso, as his pelvis crashed into mine. His mouth was open, taking in as many breaths as he could. I pulled him in closer and pressed my lips against his. Our tongues colliding in a massive battle for supremacy. In an instant, my whole body trembled as a massive orgasm rolled through me. My pussy was flooded.
My head was spinning. I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I could feel him cumming, his cum filling my pussy. I dug my fingers into his back, trying to hold on to him. Another massive orgasm rolled through me.
I must have passed out at that point, because the next thing I remember is waking up with Alex sitting on the side of the bed. I reached over and placed my hand on his back.
“Don’t go,” I begged,
“I have to,” Alex replied. “I don’t want to, but I have to.”
I watched as he slipped into my master bathroom. A few minutes later, he emerged, dressed and his tool box in hand. He looked over at me. I was sprawled naked on my bed.
“If anything else breaks, just call me,” Alex intoned. “I’ll do my best to fix whatever needs fixing.”
I’ll keep that in mind I thought. Alex showed himself out the front door as I continued to take in what had just transpired.
After a few moments of pure laziness, I stumbled into my bathroom and turned on the shower. The water felt good on my aching body. I turned the shower faucet handle to change the water from hot to cold and suddenly, I found myself standing under the shower spray, holding the faucet handle in my hand and staring at the connection pipe.
I stepped out of the shower and lay the faucet handle on the marble vanity. I wrapped myself in a towel and grabbed my cell phone. I dialed Alex’s number.
“You’re not going to believe this,” I said, while staring at the shower handle on my marble vanity, the shower still running and water droplets streaming off of me.
