Story 25 #2
“But we had so much planned for this weekend.”
“I know! But what can I do about it? If they need me to go out of town then there’s not much I can do about it, is there?”
She sighed.
“Sure. I guess not. It’s just - well, it’s a shame.”
“Tell me about it.”
And then he just hung up the phone. Now she was all alone for the weekend and she had nothing to look forward to. She felt deflated and frustrated.
She went to her room and grabbed her lingerie where she’d laid it out on her bed. She threw it to the back of her wardrobe in frustration. She was wearing a simple, light, dress and it seemed as though she wasn’t going to have to put on any sexy clothing after all.
She went and sat downstairs. She didn’t know what to do with the rest of her day.
She turned on the TV but there was nothing on so she turned it off again.
It took her a while to realize that she could hear something strange. It sounded like running water. But she was sure that she hadn’t left any taps on. And, besides, it didn’t sound quite like that. For a moment she wondered if it could be rain. She looked outside and saw that the sky was still just as blue as it had been earlier.
No, she was sure that this sound had to be coming from somewhere in the house.
She went upstairs and headed to the bathroom. None of the taps were on, just as she’d thought.
But then she spotted it - there was a leak beneath the sink, and it looked like a pretty serious leak!
“Damn it!” she said to herself as she wondered if her day could get any worse. She grabbed a bucket and put it under the sink. She considered calling her parents but decided that she could handle this on her own.
She quickly looked up the phone numbers for plumbers and saw that there was one close by. She hoped that they would answer. She felt as though she was due some luck now.
A man’s voice answered. It was a deep, baritone voice that Daisy had to admit sounded quite sexy, even though she was pretty stressed out.
She explained the problem.
“Sure, sounds like something we can help you with,” the man said, “we’ll be right round.”
“Hurry, please. The bucket is filling up pretty quickly!”
She sat on the floor, looking at the bucket, worried that it was going to suddenly overflow. She didn’t know how long she waited. She felt as though she was in a trance, hypnotized by the sound of the running water as she thought about how her weekend had gone wrong, as she thought about all of the things that she had wanted James to do with her - to her.
She was brought back to reality by the sound of the doorbell. She jumped to her feet and ran downstairs. She opened the door and was surprised by the sight that greeted her. She wasn’t sure what she had expected from the plumber but it certainly wasn’t this.
There were two of them, both of them looking as though they were in their mid-thirties. Both were wearing jeans and tight, white, T-shirts that showed off their muscles. One of them had a rugged, unshaven look. He was tall and his skin was dark and his hair was short and black. He introduced himself as Robb. The other was slightly shorter but just as well-built with bulging biceps in his T-shirt. He had lighter skin, short, blonde hair, and dark green eyes. He was clean-shaven with a strong jawline. He introduced himself as Ben.
When she opened the door Robb looked her up and down with a slight smirk on his face. She knew that he was checking her out and that he was making no effort whatsoever to hide the fact. She found that she didn’t mind him doing that at all, though.
“We’ve heard you’ve got a slight problem,” Robb said, and she recognized the voice from the phone.
“Sure, come in and I’ll show you.”
She led them up to the bathroom. As they walked behind her she was aware of the length of her dress - she wondered how much of her legs were visible to them and whether they might even be able to see further up - if they would be able to get a glimpse of her simple, white, cotton panties. She didn’t think that they’d be able to see them but she found that she liked thinking about it. She found herself wishing that she’d put her sexy lingerie on earlier, but then she told herself that she was being ridiculous. What would these two men see in a girl like her, she thought to herself.
She showed them to the bathroom.
“Ah, yes,” Robb said, “this looks simple enough.”
“Do you need me to do anything?” she asked. Ben smirked at her.
“If we need you for anything we’ll be sure to let you know, don’t you worry.”
She felt herself blushing then. She had to leave the room. Suddenly she felt too hot in there and the room felt too small for all three of them - her and these two big, strong, men.
She went to her bedroom. She could hear the men working in the other room and could also hear the low murmur of conversation. She couldn’t help but wonder if they were talking about her, and if they were then what they were saying about her.
Soon there was a knock at the door. She opened it and found Robb standing there.
“All done,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yeah. There wasn’t much to it. Just needed a bit of tightening.”
“Oh, wow. I wouldn’t know how to do stuff like that.”
“No, but I’m sure that there’s plenty of other things you know how to do.”
He looked into her eyes. She was sure that she understood the meaning behind his words and the intensity of his stare seemed to confirm it. She tried to hold his stare with her big, blue, eyes but she had to look away - she couldn’t match his stare. She felt herself blushing again as she looked away. She stepped backward into her room and she felt as though she was submitting to him.
He stepped into her room after her. She couldn’t believe that this man was now in her room! What was going on? This was certainly not how she had thought things would happen. But that voice in her head said to her once again - what would these men see in her?
Suddenly his hand was beneath her chin. He turned her face to his, insistently. She felt as though there was no way to deny him what he wanted, no way to do anything other than submit to his will.
He turned her face to look at his and smirked at her.
“You’re a shy little thing, aren’t you?” he said softly.
Then he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. She felt the scratch of his stubble on her soft skin. Her eyes closed and she felt as though she was melting, felt weak at the knees.
He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at her - at her closed eyes, at her parted lips that were so eager for more of his kisses.
“I don’t think you’re that shy at all,” he said to her. She opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. Something had woken up within her now and she could meet his stare. She felt as though she could do anything now.
“No,” she said softly, “not so shy.”
His hand on her chin slid around to the side of her face, the rough calluses on her smooth skin as he held her face, as he leaned in to kiss her with more force now, their mouths pushing together, yearning for one another. Their tongues pushed together and his other hand went to her waist, holding her as he stepped closer. She had tilted her head back as he stood over her, their kiss continuing.
His hand on her cheek slid back, passing over her ear and then pushing through her long hair.
The hand then slid down to the bare skin between her shoulder blades, then moved around to her shoulder, his fingers pushing beneath the thin strap of her dress and stroking her skin.
She put one of her hands on the front of his body and ran it down over his muscular chest. Her other hand went to his shoulder, just as his had gone to hers, and then moved down to his bicep, lightly squeezing the firm muscle that she found there.
Her hand on his chest slid down and then tugged at his T-shirt, pulling it out of his pants so that she could slide it beneath to feel his body. She felt his toned stomach and then her hand moved around to his back.
He broke off the kiss for a moment and smirked down at her with that same arrogant smile of his.
“Not shy at all,” he said again, and then they were kissing again, their bodies coming together and pushing together, the hardness of his body contrasting with the softness of her little body.
He moved his mouth, kissing at her cheek, at her ear, nibbling at her earlobe, and then moving down to her throat, kissing and biting gently at her skin. She wondered for a moment if it would leave a mark and how she would explain that to James.
The thought of James hit her hard and almost ruined the mood for her. What about him? But then she told herself that he'd had his chance - he could have come here and taken her virginity and done whatever he wanted to her, but he had blown his chance. Now it was someone else's turn to have fun with her and be the one to take her virginity from her, taking that prize that she was now so willing to give away.
He kissed her shoulder. She gasped slightly - the way that his mouth was exploring her skin, tasting her, was driving her crazy. She bit her bottom lip.
She ran both of her hands up and down his back now, wanting to hold him close, not wanting him to stop. One of her hands ran down and grabbed his ass. At the same time, one of his hands rand down her back and found her juicy little ass.
She felt him tugging her dress up and then his hand was beneath it, squeezing her ass through her panties. She felt his hand slide around and the tips of his fingers push up beneath her panties, digging into the softness of her ass. The intimacy of this touch, feeling her in a way that no man had done before, in a way that James had wanted but had never quite managed, made her appreciate just where this was going. She felt as though anything was possible here.
However, she wasn’t quite ready for what happened next.
She had been so caught up in the moment that she had no idea that anyone else had come into the room. She had completely forgotten that there was anyone else in the house.
But suddenly she heard the sound of a voice that shocked her.