Luckiest repairman in the world.

The Luckiest Repairman in the World

Sasha was just your average 32-year-old handyman. He spent his days fixing leaky faucets, installing light fixtures, and running errands for his elderly clients. It was honest work, but it didn’t pay much. Sasha dreamed of hitting the big time, but realistically, he knew he’d probably be doing this until he retired.

One particularly slow day, Sasha got a call from a new client. “Hi, this is Lisa. I live on Maple Street, and I need someone to come look at my disposal. It stopped working this morning, and I have a turkey defrosting in the fridge for Thanksgiving.”

The address was a few blocks away, so Sasha grabbed his toolbox and headed out. When he arrived, a stunning brunette answered the door. She was in her late thirties, with long wavy hair, full lips, and piercing green eyes. Her t-shirt was tight, highlighting her large, perky breasts, and her shorts revealed her long, toned legs.

“Hi, I’m Lisa,” she said, extending her hand. “Thanks for coming on such short notice.”

Sasha shook her hand, trying to keep his eyes on her face. “No problem, ma’am. I’m Sasha, the plumber. I’ll take a look at the disposal and see what I can do.”

Lisa led him to the kitchen, her hips swaying hypnotically. She leaned against the counter, watching him as he opened the cabinet under the sink and peered inside.

After a few minutes, Sasha emerged, wiping his greasy hands on a rag. “The disposal is pretty old and worn out, ma’am. I can probably fix it, but it might be better to just replace it.”

Lisa pouted playfully. “I was hoping you could just magic it back to life. Guess I’ll have to go turkey shopping all over again.”

Sasha can’t help but smile, admiring Lisa’s charm. “I could take a look at the new one before you buy it, make sure it’s quality.”

Lisa grinned gratefully. “That would be amazing, Sasha. Thank you so much. Can I get you something to drink while you work? Water, beer, or…” Her eyes flicked down to his lips for a moment before meeting his gaze again.

Sasha felt a stir in his pants. “Water’s fine, thanks.”

As Lisa turned to get his drink, Sasha tried to compose himself, but her tight shorts and the way her hair swayed as she walked made it impossible. He took a deep breath and dove back into the cabinet.

An hour later, with the disposal replaced and running smoothly, Sasha emerged from under the sink feeling dirty, sweaty, and utterly exhausted. Lisa was nowhere to be seen.

He stood up with a groan, stretching his back. Just then, Lisa appeared in the doorway, holding two long-necked bottles of beer. She had changed into a tight tank top and even tighter yoga shorts that hugged her ass like a second skin.

“I thought you could use a beer after all that hard work,” she said, stepping close and giving him a flirty little smile. She held out one of the bottles.

Sasha took it gratefully, his fingers brushing against hers. Electricity crackled through his body at her touch, and he couldn’t help but notice how her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her top.

Lisa leaned against the counter, taking a sip of her beer. “So, should I expect the turkey tax on the disposal?”

Sasha laughed. “No, ma’am. It’s all included in the final price.”

Lisa pouted playfully. “Aww, come on. I insist. Why don’t you hold out your hand?”

Sasha did as she asked, and Lisa reached into her cleavage, pulling out a crisp hundred-dollar bill. Sasha felt his cock twitch as her breasts spilled out of her top for just a second. She placed the bill in his palm, her fingers lingering.

Unable to help himself, Sasha went for it, grabbing Lisa’s ass with both hands and pulling her against him. Her eyes widened in surprise, and then she grinned and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Well, hello there, mister plumber,” she purred, grinding her hips against his. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Sasha pressed her against the counter, kissing her fiercely. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass, sliding up her stomach to cup her glorious breasts. Lisa moaned into his mouth and raked her nails down his back.

Sasha hiked up her yoga shorts and yanked down his jeans. Lisa’s peaches-and-cream skin contrasted with his dark, muscled body as he lifted her onto the counter and kicked her legs apart. He teased her pussy with the tip of his cock, making her whimper with need.

Then, with one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her. Lisa threw her head back and cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. Sasha pounded into her, grunting with exertion, his hips slapping against her ass.

Lisa tightened her legs around him, using the leverage to meet his thrusts. “That’s it, baby,” she panted. “Fuck me.”

Sasha felt his orgasm approaching like a runaway train. He reached between them, flicking Lisa’s clit with his thumb, and she came with a scream, her pussy clenching around him. The sensation pushed Sasha over the edge, and he exploded inside her, filling her with his seed.

They collapsed against each other, panting and sweaty. Lisa gave him a satisfied smirk. “Well, _this_ was certainly better than turkey hunting. Round two in the bedroom?”

Sasha grinned. For the first time in his life, he was the luckiest repairman in the world.