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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Everything but the Kitchen Sink {Lakewood} (MF cons oral)
Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2001 04:10:01 -0400
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Everything but the Kitchen Sink.

A Short Story by Scott Lakewood.

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I had never thought that plumbing was the least bit interesting, 
until I had occasion to need a plumber. Life always has surprises 
in store, especially when you least expect it...

I was running late. I had a dinner party tonight, and I had not 
even finished prepping the vegetables for the meal, when I discovered 
there was something wrong with the salmon I had bought. I lifted it 
from the fishmonger's paper, and saw that the scales were grey, and 
skin on the underside of the filets was slimy. "I can't believe 
this!" I thought... I knew it had to be some kind of mistake, because 
this seafood place had the best wares around. My guests were only 
hours away from coming over, and I had to drive all the way back 
across town to get some fresh fish. 

I got into my car, remembering fondly the last time I had driven 
through that side of town. I thought of the tire, and remembered 
the events of that night with a shiver of pleasure. "There sure 
isn't going to be anything like that taking place this afternoon," 
I thought. "It's broad daylight, and I have new tires!" I giggled. 
I placed the re-wrapped parcel on the passenger seat, and started 
the car. As I drove along, I remembered the feel of him, and the 
abandon which I had surrendered myself to his manhood. I felt a 
tinge of regret that I had not allowed myself the chance to know 
anything about him, but I felt it best that there be no relationship, 
to keep the fantasy alive. 

I went back to the seafood market, and the owner apologized 
profusely. I stood there as he replaced the salmon with fresh 
filets, cutting them from a newly caught fish, and I was dumbfounded 
as gave me my money back. This had to be a good sign that the 
evening was going to go well! I knew that I had to get back to the 
house quickly, so I drove a little faster. I walked in the kitchen 
door, and to my horror, I saw 3 inches of water on the floor! 
What on earth was going on here? I opened the cabinet door, and saw 
that the pipes under the sink were gushing water! I  could not 
believe that this was happening! Today of all days!

I picked up the phone book, thumbing rapidly through the yellow
pages, looking for a plumber that made emergency house calls. I 
found a listing for one, not too far from me. I dialed the telephone, 
and a pleasant-sounding man answered.

"Pipe Doctors, can I help you?" the voice said.
"Oh I hope so!" I replied. "I have water all over my kitchen floor, 
and guests coming over for dinner in a few hours. Do you make house
calls?" "We sure do!" he replied with a chuckle. "My assistant isn't 
here today, but I don't have anything on the books at the moment." 
I gave him my name and address, and he said that he could be there 
in ten minutes. What a relief! I pulled out a chair, and sat heavily, 
to await his arrival. 

A few minutes later came a knock on the door, and as I opened it, I
felt an involuntary gasp of surprise rise from the pit of my stomach!
Except for his height, he could have been a twin to my mystery 
tire-repairman! I stood in the doorway, with my mouth open, and what 
must have been a look of complete shock on my face. He was wearing a 
pair of jeans that looked like they had been painted to his lean 
frame, and a white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I let my 
gaze wander across his muscular arms, and he coughed.

"Umm, I'm here to fix the sink?" he questioned, as he recited my 
address. "Is this the right house?" 

I nodded dumbly, unable to find my voice. He walked in the door, and asked
where the kitchen was. I was still unable to speak, and I 
motioned for him to follow me. As I led him into the kitchen, all 
of the desire I had felt on that long-ago night came rushing back! 
We walked into the flooded room, and I felt weak. I sat in the chair 
I had pulled out, and he made a humming noise in his throat. 

"It seems like you've got a problem." he said.

I thought, "Yeah, sure, I've got a problem, and it isn't in my sink." 
I felt flushed, and completely transparent.

Well, it's nothing we can't take care of right away. You said on the 
phone that you had a dinner party tonight? What are you having?" he 
inquired, as he opened his red toolbox.

"Fish" I croaked. "Salmon Proven al, I mean" I said after clearing my
throat. 

"Mmmm, he said. That sounds great!" he smiled. I couldn't stand it! He
had the most perfect smile, with even, white teeth. He couldn't have 
been any more than thirty. God, he was sexy... I simply wasn't able to 
deal with this. He leaned down to look into the cabinet, and as he reached
in to close the shut-off valve, I noticed there wasn't a ring 
on his finger. More good signs, I thought. 

"Can I help?" I asked. "Is there anything that I could do for you? I 
remember you said your assistant wasn't available today, so..." I 
trailed off, hoping he wouldn't notice how I was looking at him. 

"Well, sure." he smiled. "I'd be glad to have you help. Normally, when 
a customer wants to help, I charge them extra, but for you, I'll make 
an exception." We both laughed, and I wondered what he meant by making 
an exception. I hoped it was the same thing I was interested in...
"Looks like you've got a crack." he said from under the sink.

"What!" I replied, thinking naughty thoughts.

"In your supply line coming from the water purifier unit. Nothing that 
serious, just messy." He said. I just knew that he was talking about 
something other than my pipes. 

"Where exactly is that?" I asked.

"Well, it's under here, and it would be a tight squeeze, but if you
want to look, lean down here, and I'll show you." I leant into the 
dark opening of the cabinet, and saw his flashlight beam pointing to 
the copper pipe. 

"What do you need?" I asked. "From your toolbox, I mean." It's right here
behind you, so I can give you what you want, I mean get you what you need"
I stammered. "Here I go again," I thought... "What is it 
with me, and sexy guys fixing things for me?" 

"Well, all I need is a small pipe wrench, and a fitting. There's 
enough excess on this pipe that I can just trim the end, and replace
the connector, and that would be it." As I gave him the pipe cutter he 
requested, I found that I wanted to watch him work, so I asked if I 
could see what he was doing. He told me that it would be okay, and 
that if I had known what to do, he wouldn't have had to come over. He 
offered to show me what to do, so that I could fix it myself. 

As I squirmed under the counter, I realized that we were almost 
touching each other over the length of our entire bodies. I could 
feel the heat of his skin through the thin silk blouse I was wearing, 
and the proximity was beginning to affect me. I watched him work 
deftly on the pipe, and he asked me to hold the light so that he 
could use both hands. 

"Would you like to tighten up the fitting?" he asked.

"Umm, sure." I replied. He handed me the wrench, and as I guided the 
tool around the fitting, his hand closed over mine. I flinched from 
the electricity in his touch, not expecting it to happen. I began to 
tighten the fitting, and he cautioned me not to overtighten it, as it 
might contribute to another leak.

"Just enough to close it, and not enough to strip the threads." He 
said. Threads aren't all I want to strip, I thought... I looked into
his eyes at that second, and slid my hand down his arm, to rest it on
his hip. 

"Thanks," I murmured. "I surely wouldn't want to create any more 
problems under here. We'd be here all night, and I'd never get dinner 
finished." 

I gazed steadily into his eyes, and gently pressed my hand into his 
hip. I knew that he could see the twin buds showing through the filmy 
silk of my blouse, as it was clinging to me. The water was turned back 
on, and from somewhere, a spray issued, drenching us both in cold 
water. He abruptly turned the valve, and the jet of water stopped.
We both laughed, and he looked for the source of the leak. I looked 
down at us, and saw that my blouse was plastered to my skin. I was 
completely visible through the white silk. I looked over at him, and 
saw that his cotton shirt was also clinging to his chest, and I noted 
the small dark circles of his areolae, and the hard points protruding
from the centers of them through his shirt. He hadn't seemed to notice
that I was effectively nude from the waist up. 

"Well, it seems that I haven't completely fixed this." He said.

"Don't be disappointed," I replied, "That just means that you'll have 
to do a little more."

"Well, we weren't busy at the shop today, and I get bored sitting around." 

He was about to stop being bored, if I had anything to do with it. 
He began to reach for the wrench to loosen the other leaking fitting, 
and mumbled something about needing another tool. He looked back and 
down to find his toolbox, and noticed for the first time that my blouse
was adhering completely to my bosom. His hand stopped in mid travel, 
and his gaze wandered over my chest. 

"Umm, I think we've gotten wet." he stammered, as he noticed that his 
clothing was just as revealing in its wetness as was mine. 

"That's okay," I purred. "I have towels in the bath."

"Looks like we're going to need them." He replied. He grasped the tool 
he was reaching for, and as he brought his hand back under the cabinet,
his arm brushed against the protruding button of my nipple. I gasped
involuntarily, and he continued to effect his repairs of the plumbing, 
trying not to notice how warm it had suddenly become in the dark 
confines under the sink. He tightened up the last fitting, and turned 
the valve back on, there were no further leaks. 

"Well, that seems to have fixed it." He said.

"I'm so glad" I smiled. What was I going to do? The moment seemed so
perfect, and I did not want to let it slip away. I leaned over, and 
kissed him, gently. His hand went around my waist, and he pulled me to
him. I moaned slightly, and ran my hands down the muscles of his chest, 
feeling the warmth through his wet shirt. I continued down across his 
flat stomach, and began to undo his leather belt. He shifted slightly 
under the sink, and I began to unbutton his jeans. I could feel the 
heat in his loins, and found that he had nothing on underneath. I 
slowly slid my hand inside, and grasped his firm manhood.

"Mmm..." he moaned softly. I squirmed my way down to him, and ran the pink
tip of my tongue across the end of his firmness. As I drew him 
slowly into my warm, wet mouth, he shifted again. I continued to trace 
the length of him with my lips and tongue, and slowly drew his entire 
hardness into my mouth. I felt him shudder, and wondered for the briefest
of moments whether it was from the cold water that had sprayed
on us, or the fact that I was pressing my nose into his stomach. I decided
that it was that I had his entire manhood inside my mouth. I 
continued my ministrations, and as I alternately withdrew him from between
my lips, and slid his entire length into my throat, I felt
him tense and relax, in a synergetic rhythm with my movements. I 
continually traced my tongue over him, and I knew that neither of us 
could last much longer. I reached beneath him, and cupped his firm 
buttocks in my hands, as I reached for support and balance. His 
fingers were lightly entwined in my hair, neither guiding nor probing,
but merely in soft contact with me. He sharply drew a breath, and I
knew his moment was near. I increased the pace of my movements, and 
his explosion felt as if it pulsed through my entire body. As I gently 
diminished my efforts, he let out a deep sigh, and slid his hands to
my face. He lifted me from him, and we looked deeply into each other's 
eyes.

"I don't believe this." He said. 

"Neither do I." came my rejoinder. "Shall we continue?"
I squirmed to my feet, and his gaze wandered up the length of my body, 
lingering on my breasts, and I slowly peeled the soaked fabric from them.
I kicked off my loafers, and slid out of my jeans. Standing 
before him, completely exposed to his gaze, I knelt, and began to 
remove his clothing as well. He started to rise from the floor, and struck
his head on the cabinet.

"Owww!" He exclaimed. "I can't believe I did that!"

"Here... let me make it better." I murmured, as I leaned in to kiss
his forehead. My lips traced his forehead, and his hands found the 
globes of flesh that seemed to float before his eyes. He came to his 
feet, and I continued to strip him of his clothing. We stood together 
for some eternal moment. I felt the heat of his skin against mine, 
and the throbbing of him pressed against my stomach, he leaned me back 
against the kitchen table, and began to draw his lips down my stomach.
I gasped with delight and surprise, as his tongue began to trace 
across my pulsing womanhood. I could feel the pulsing ecstasy building
deep within me, and the electric touch of his lips against my lips
was driving me insane with pleasure. His tongue found the sensitive 
nub, and I screamed in passion. 

"Oh my GOD don't STOP" I cried. I entwined my fingers into his hair
and began to rock his head from side to side, as he continued to 
pleasure me. I was on fire, and he was doing a fantastic job as a fireman.
As the waves of sensation flooded through me, I lost all 
sense of time, place, and reality as I succumbed to his skill. He 
took a deep breath, and stood before me. I was splayed across my 
kitchen table, and I felt that there was nothing in the world as 
important as what was about to happen. He slowly stepped closer, and
I felt the iron-hard tip of his masculinity touch me where his lips 
had been a second before. I reached for him, grasping his firm behind,
and he slowly stepped into me. I felt the firmness slide within me, 
and immediately the waves of pleasure began surging through my body.
We fell into another symbiotic rhythm, and we moved together once 
again as if we had been meant to. I felt him deep inside, and as I 
closed around him again and again, I knew that he and I were to step 
over the brink into ecstasy together. He began to breathe more 
heavily, in tune with my own ragged breaths, and once again, his 
deluge exploded deep within. After some infinite moment, he stepped 
back, and sank into the chair I had been sitting in, some interminable
length of time before. He lay his head on my flat stomach, and I 
caressed his face tenderly. 

"I cannot believe this," he kept murmuring. "I simply cannot believe
this."

"Believe it, and enjoy the belief," I replied. "We both knew what we 
wanted, and we had the desire to take it." I began to rise from the 
hard surface of the table, and he stood before me. 

"I should get dressed," He said. "I know you have a dinner party to get 
ready for, and I don't want to keep you from it." 

"Yes, but I have my sink fixed now!" I laughed. I knew that if I 
needed any more repairs, that I would most definitely call him. He 
knew his way around a set of pipes! We dressed in silence, each 
knowing that there very well might be more in the future. I resolved 
that if I found myself in this type of situation again, that I
wouldn't be so secretive and so quick to let one get away as I had before.

He finished collecting and storing his tools, and I asked for the bill.

"Bill? There is no bill." He said. "How on earth could I bill you for
this?"

"Well, I can always come up with some other plumbing problem that I'm sure
you can fix!" I said. 

"Yes, I'm sure you can." He replied with a smile. As he left, and I 
began to resume preparing dinner I thought about both of the 
encounters I had experienced. Two men, in the perfect place at the 
perfect time. 

My guests began to arrive shortly thereafter, and as we sat down to
dinner, I wondered what they would think if they knew what had 
happened on this very table a short time ago. I secretly smiled in 
pleasure, and wondered what the future held.

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As always, Comments and critiques will be appreciated,
and flames or complaints will be ignored.

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 "Sistance is refutile.
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 "Sistance is refutile.
Your ass will be simulated."

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