Story 30 #2
But for now, she told herself that was another problem for another day. The main thing to focus on now was getting this leak sorted and then clearing up any mess that was left. That was the mission for the day and she could worry about anything else - about men, about losing her virginity, about finding someone who wanted to have a bit of fun with her - with her hot young body - tomorrow, or the day after.
She told herself that she had to think about something else. As she sat there she was starting to feel more and more turned on. She could feel a warm glow in her cheeks - and elsewhere in her body - and she shifted in her seat, suddenly feeling strangely restless. She couldn't quite put her finger on what she felt restless for, or what she could do to take this feeling away, so she got to her feet and looked around, trying to think of something to do to help her to pass the time.
It occurred to her that maybe if it wasn't for the fact that the plumber was on his way then she might be able to find something to do to take away that feeling. Perhaps she could go and run herself a hot bath, lay back in it, soaking herself, and then as she felt herself relaxing with all of her cares leaving her she would run one of her hands down between her legs to play with herself. She had relieved herself like that before and it had felt good but at the same time, she was sure that there were other things - things that were more real - that would have felt even better. She knew on one level that it was nothing but a pale imitation of the real thing that she really wanted to be doing.
Perhaps what she really needed to do was to just go out there, out into the real world, and find herself a real man to give her the things that she wanted. She was starting to feel a new determination. That was what she needed to do. Of course, she couldn't do it now - but when the leak was dealt with and she was free to go out and do what she wanted again she would start to take this whole thing seriously - she would really try and get laid.
She smiled to herself, feeling the restlessness fade slightly now that she had her new determination.
Before she could start planning any further, however, there was a knock at the door. That had to be the plumber.
She went to the door and opened it.
She was slightly surprised by the two men that she saw when she opened the door. She didn't know why, but for some reason, she had expected an older man, more similar to her landlord just maybe in slightly better health. Instead, there were two men who looked as though they were approximately in their mid to late thirties. One of them had dark brown hair and the other one had slightly lighter hair. The second man's hair was close-cropped while the first's was slightly longer. They were both ruggedly good-looking, wearing a simple outfit of jeans and a T-shirt. They were quite well-built and something about the way that they stood seemed to exude a sense of confidence.
“Hi,” the first man said, “We hear that you’ve sprung a leak?”
“Oh!” she replied, feeling suddenly as though she had been caught off guard, “yeah, sure. It’s just in the bathroom.”
“Well, let’s go and have a look and see what we’re dealing with, shall we? I’m Shane, by the way, and this is Ian.”
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Julie.”
Julie didn’t know what it was - perhaps it was the thoughts that she had been thinking about while she had been sitting and waiting for them - but she found herself unable to quite get over just how good-looking the two of them were. She wondered if they had that effect wherever they went, making women’s hearts melt wherever there was plumbing work to be done.
She led them through to the bathroom.
“So, it’s just up there, you can see the wet patch.”
“Ah, yeah,” Ian said, “Have you turned off the water?”
“Yeah, I have.”
“Great. Well, I guess we’ll get started then and see what we’re dealing with.”
“Do you need me to do anything?”
“A cup of coffee might be nice.”
“Sure, no problem.”
She went back to the kitchen. As she put the kettle on - luckily she had filled it before she turned the water off - she felt a strange stirring. It was as though her stomach was in some kind of turmoil. The sensation wasn't altogether unpleasant, however. She told herself to get a grip and focus on getting their coffee ready. Then she would just leave them to it and let these feelings that she was having a pass. That seemed like the best option to her.
She stood by the work surface in the kitchen, drumming her fingers on the surface as she waited for the water to boil. It seemed to be taking forever, but she knew what people said about a watched pot never boils.
She sighed and turned around.
And there was Shane, standing in the doorway with his arms folded looking at her with a slight smile on his face. She jumped slightly in surprise.
“Oh!” she said. She looked at the way that his arms looked, folded across his chest like that. The muscles were bulging so much that they looked as though they could split his T-shirt open at any moment.
“Just thought I’d come and see how you’re getting on,” he said to her.
“Just waiting for the water to boil. Seems to be taking forever.”
“Sure. Well, while we’re waiting why don’t you give me a tour of the place?”
“Really? It’s not that big, there’s not that much to see.”
“Well, I’d like to see it all the same.”
He had a winning smile. Somehow it seemed to convey this raw charisma.
“OK, then. Why not?”
He turned to one side to let her pass him in the doorway. It was still quite a tight fit and she brushed by him, smelling his scent as she did so. There was something manly about that smell and she felt as though it was almost intoxicating.
She was wondering where she could even take him in her small apartment.
They walked past the bathroom. Ian looked up at him and nodded. She was sure that there was something more in that look of his that she couldn’t quite place, but then they had passed him.
She took Shane to her bedroom. She wasn’t really sure where else to take him in that small apartment of hers.
“And here we are,” she said, turning to him, “this is my bedroom.”
He stepped closer to her with a sly little smile on his face. He was taller than her and looking down at her.
“So,” he said, still smirking, “this is where all the action happens then, is it?”
“All the action?”
“Come on, now. Don’t play innocent. I’m sure that a girl like you knows what I’m talking about.”
She felt as though he was flirting with her. She smiled back. She had flirted with plenty of guys before, she felt as though she could hold her own here.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with a naughty little smile.
“Well,” he said, stepping in even closer, “Maybe I’d better show you just what I mean.”
He reached up with both of his hands and took hold of her face. She could feel the roughness of the calluses on his fingers but at the same time, she could feel the tenderness of his touch.
She felt her heart racing - something was about to happen now, there was no denying that now.
Then he leaned down to kiss her. Her lips parted and then she felt his mouth on hers, his lips pushing against hers, his tongue pushing past his lips, past her lips, coming to meet hers.
She felt her knees, her entire body, go weak as his lips pushed tighter against hers. Her hands hung limp at her sides and then she realized that they were just hanging there, uselessly, and she lifted them to place on his face. She felt a scratch of his stubble under her hands and then one of her hands went behind his head and ran through his hair.
One of his hands moved down to her throat and caressed it.
Then he took both of his hands away from her, broke the kiss, and looked down at her.
He smiled at her, wanting some reassurance that this was, in fact, what she wanted.
She smiled back, still stroking his face, thinking to herself how wonderful all of this was.
Then he took hold of her waist and pulled her in to kiss her again. She came to him willingly - but at the same time loving just how assertive he was being, that feeling that if she hadn’t gone willingly then he would have insisted.
When he kissed her now, there seemed to be even more passion in his kiss, and she reciprocated.
He seemed to be leaning down over her, pushing her upper body back slightly while still holding her by the waist so that her back arched slightly. She raised up her hands to place in his chest - not exactly wanting to push him back but wanting to hold him there so that he didn’t push her back further.
Then one of her hands went to his upper arm. She thought about that bicep that she had seen earlier, bulging in his T-shirt. She wanted to have a proper feel of it. She took hold of it, feeling the way that it pushed outward, and she squeezed it slightly before beginning to stroke it lightly.
Her other hand went back to his face, pushing through his hair, holding his face close against hers, feeling as though she didn’t want this kiss of theirs to ever end.
One of Shane's hands slid around behind her. He ran it up her back and she felt the moment when he paused right where the strap of her bra was. His fingers toyed with it for a moment before he spread his fingers out and rested his palm right in the center of her back for a few moments, right between her shoulder blades. Then he slid the hand down slowly.
Its progress seemed inexorable - she could feel it moving ever so slowly and she knew just where it was heading.
As it drew closer to her ass, she felt the tips of his lower fingers pushing down over the curve of her ass. When he reached her ass, he slid his hand further down so that he could take hold of as much of it as possible with his big, strong, hand. He gave it a couple of playful squeezes and then he stroked it, feeling the way that it was curved, before massaging it gently.