Story 30
Summary:
Julie, a nineteen-year-old virgin. She's called up her landlord to report a leak and now she's waiting for the plumbers to come around, not sure what to expect.
Shane and Ian, mid-thirties. The two plumbers start looking at the leak, but soon they turn their attention to Julie instead.
Threesome, oral, spit roast, titty sucking, jerk off, fingering, blow jobs, pussy licking.
Julie hadn't been sure about calling her landlord at first. She didn't like to make a fuss, after all, but eventually, she'd had to admit defeat and accept the fact that she wasn't going to be able to fix this problem all on her own.
Another part of the problem was that she hadn't been living there long. She was nineteen years old and she'd only just moved out of home into this, her first ever home of her own, a few weeks earlier. So far it had been great, giving her a real new lease on life, but now she was encountering her first ever a real problem and she wasn't really quite sure how she was supposed to proceed with things.
It also didn’t help that her landlord was such a sweet old man and she felt as though she would somehow be bothering him if she went to him with her problems.
She had worried about it for longer than she should have before she decided that she had no other choice but to contact him.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” she had said to him when he had answered the phone, “but there seems to be a leak in the bathroom.”
“Oh dear!” he had wheezed down the phone to her, his breathing coming heavily, “how bad is it?”
“Well, it’s not bad. I don’t want you to panic or anything. But it doesn’t seem to be stopping and I’m not sure what to do about it.”
“Well, don’t panic, that’s the first thing to do!”
He told her how to turn off the water at the mains and to just sit tight, he’d have the plumber round there as soon as possible.
She turned the water off and then went to check the state of the leak. She didn’t think that it looked too bad, but it was hard to tell. She did her best to mop it up and then went through to the kitchen to wait for the plumber to arrive.
While she was sitting there she had time to reflect on the way that things had been going for her so far. It had only been a few short weeks since she had moved out but she felt as though she had embarked on a whole new life for herself.
High school had been great for her - she was a beautiful, popular, girl and she had plenty of friends.
She was slightly below average height with a great figure. Her legs were toned, her stomach flat and taut from regular exercise. She had a slight, sensual, curve to her hips, a perfect, round, little ass, and perky, good-sized breasts.
Her eyes were large, round, and light green with flecks of gold in them. She had a cute little button nose with a splash of freckles on it that crossed from one cheek to the other. Her lips were full and heart-shaped. Guys would look at those lips and imagine their own lips on them, feeling the first stirrings of lust.
Her hair was a dark, honeyed, blonde color and flowed down her back, long and thick. Guys would look at that hair and dream about running their fingers through those silken locks as they moved in closer to those enticing lips of hers.
Some of them had the opportunity to act on those desires of theirs. She'd had a couple of boyfriends while she had been at school, but none of them had been very serious. As soon as one of the guys got too serious, as soon as she felt as though they wanted to move things to the next level, she had always shied away from the situation.
Sometimes she would look back at the situation and wonder why she had done things like that. There had been one guy who she had been seeing after she had left high school and she had started to think that maybe it was time to move things forward to maybe commit to something more. But she had still not allowed it to happen. She had tried telling herself that she was nineteen now and it was maybe time for her to try some kind of more adult relationship, but she had still stopped things before they could move any further.
As she sat there waiting for the plumber to arrive her thoughts went to how things had been with that guy before she had called things off. It seemed so long ago now, almost like another life entirely. But then, perhaps that was what it was. After all, she couldn't help but feel as though the move to her own place had started a whole new life for her. Maybe she was looking back at her old life with some regrets and simply wondering what might have been. What if she had taken advantage of some of the situations in which she had found herself before? What if she had given in to what her ex had wanted?
He had never pressured her - he wasn’t that kind of guy - but there were times between the two of them when things had certainly got hot and steamy and she had been able to sense what it was that he wanted. Sometimes it had even been more than just sensing it - sometimes she had been able to feel it in other ways as well.
There had been a time when they had been on her bed together. Her parents were out and they had the whole place to themselves. Even then she was thinking to herself that when she had a home of her own she wasn’t going to have to worry about what her parents were doing. She would be able to have any guy round that she wanted and do anything that she wanted.
For now, however, she had to enjoy the moments that she could get.
They had been lying on her bed, their hands all over one another as they kissed.
One of her hands was on his back and she could feel where his T-shirt had pushed up, her hand moving over the skin of his lower back, feeling a slight thrill at this little bit of intimacy.
He pushed his body up against hers - she was lying back on the bed with him leaning over her - and that was when she felt something hard poking at her. For a moment she had thought that it was something in his pocket but then she had realized that it was something else - she had realized that it was his cock, hard and aroused, pushing at her, wanting her.
It was then that she realized that he was rubbing it slightly - perhaps trying to be subtle about it -and she realized that he was getting more and more turned on. Just the thought of that, as well as the feeling of his cock against her, was enough to make her feel even more aroused than she already had been.
She felt his hand rubbing at the side of her body. Her top was pushed up slightly and now it was his turn to touch her bare skin. But then he moved his hand further up and she felt it on the outside of her bra. No man had ever touched her there before - not even through her bra - and for a moment she tensed up, unsure how she should feel about this and how she should react to this.
Before she could even decide for herself, it seemed as though the guy she was with had sensed how she felt. She felt his hand slide back down her body, back to her stomach where it had been before. She felt him stop rubbing himself against her.
She sometimes wondered what she would have done if things had been different - what if she hadn't frozen for that brief moment? What if he had sensed her uncertainty but he hadn't let it stop him, if he had carried on and if he had shown her that it was what she wanted? Sometimes when she thought about it she couldn't be sure whether it was or wasn't what she had wanted, after all.
What if he had shown her that it was, in fact, what she wanted? What if she had kissed him harder and his hand had slipped beneath her bra? And then, when he met no resistance, maybe he would have taken her clothes off, starting with her top and then unclipping her bra, slipping it off so that he could see her breasts - kiss them, play with them. How good would that have felt?
And more than that - she had often wondered after that tantalizing touch of his cock what it would be like to feel it properly if he were to get himself undressed so that she would then be able to just reach out, push his underwear down, take hold of that cock of his and then maybe he would reach out to push her pants down, her panties down, to free her pussy, to play with it, to show her pleasure that she had never even dreamed of.
And then, what would it have felt like to get that hardness up against her properly, to feel it touch her soft body and then to feel it inside her? She was still a virgin and it was times like this when she wished that wasn't the case, as she sat there all alone wondering what might have been. She wanted to have memories to look back on but somehow she had always missed out on these opportunities and certain things were still a mystery to her.
She had decided that her new home was going to offer a new start for her where she wouldn’t deny herself such things, but so far nothing had come of these promises to herself. So far she had been too busy settling in and finding her way in the world, in her new life.
For now, as she sat there on the couch waiting for the plumber to come round, all that she could do was dwell on what might have been - as hopeless as that seemed to be - while also trying to think about what she would be able to do next, now that she was completely free.
One thing that she felt was holding her back was her fear of commitment. She thought about it as she sat there. If only she could find a guy to have some no strings attached fun with then things might be different. She wondered what was wrong with just wanting to have a bit of fun, really.
She was sure that there had to be guys out there who felt the same as she did - who just wanted to get naked and have some fun together and not have to deal with any other aspects of it, not letting anything get too heavy or too serious.