Chapter 1: Introduction
The sink was a disaster.
Water gushed over the edge in a steady, relentless stream, pooling on the counter before dripping onto the floor in fat, splashing droplets. Erika stood there, her hands gripping the edge of the counter, her knuckles white. The dishwasher hummed quietly in the background, oblivious to the chaos unfolding just inches away. She had tried everything—turning off the water supply, jiggling the faucet, even shoving a towel into the drain in a desperate attempt to stem the flood. Nothing worked.
She exhaled sharply, her breath hitching as she glanced at the clock. 4:00 pm. Ed was at work, running late. She had to get this fixed right away, and she wasn’t about too wait. “Fuck it” she said in frustration as she looked up the closest plumber online and made an appointment. The website said he could be there in 45 minutes. She needed this fixed now.
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She glanced at her reflection in the dark screen of her phone, her dark brown hair slightly disheveled, her cheeks flushed from the heat and the stress of the situation. She was a mess, but she didn’t care. She just needed this to be over. She needed someone to fix it, to take control of the situation.
The doorbell rang, he was early, she was excited, so she went down to let him in. She was wearing a tight black tank top that hugged her massive tits, and a pair of loose, low-slung sweatpants that barely clung to her wide hips. Her thick thighs rubbed together with each step, her bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor.
When she opened the door, the man standing there was exactly what she expected—a rugged, broad-shouldered figure with a thick beard, calloused hands, and a no-nonsense expression. He had black and white peppered hair, and was shorter than she was (everyone was since she was 6’4” tall).
“Please come in. I need this fixed in the kitchen.” Erika said as she stepped aside to let Marco in. She could feel the heat radiating off his body as he brushed past her, the scent of sweat and motor oil clinging to his clothes.
“Yeah, I see the problem,” he grunted, setting down his toolbox with a heavy *thud*. “Pipe’s backed up. Shouldn’t take long.” She sighed and said “Oh thank god. I have to go get changed, think I can give you 15 minutes while i get these wet clothes changed?”
Marco’s eyes didn’t leave the sink, before he cleared his throat. “Yeah, sure. I’ll get started.” His voice was rough, gravelly, like he’d spent years shouting over the noise of power tools and engines. Erika sighed a sigh of relief and went down the hallway to the bedroom.
She peeled off her wet tank top, her massive 44D tits spilling free, heavy and full, her nipples already hardening from the cool air. She could hear Marco moving around in the kitchen, the clatter of tools, the occasional grunt as he worked. “Fuck I need to take a shower- the smell of that sink water is awful.” She said to herself.
She stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over her thick curves, steam filling the small bathroom. She lathered her hands with soap, running them over her full, round tits, squeezing them gently before moving down to her stomach, her fingers tracing the slight swell of her belly.
She was trying to take a quick shower so she could pay Marco and he could be on his way.
She thought about Ed, how he was always working, always busy, and embarrassed she was to have to call a plumber. She hurried up and finished showering, drying her hair with the towel. She was standing outside the shower in her small bathroom, rubbing her hair in the towel when the door opened - Marco was just coming over to let her know he finished the job - but went wide eyed as Erika stood there completely naked in front of him.
He froze in the doorway, his rough hands gripping the doorframe, his eyes locked onto her body.
Erika gasped and instinctively covered her massive tits with her arms, but it was too late. His gaze had already raked over her—her thick, heavy thighs, the soft curve of her belly, the dark, neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs. Her nipples hardened under his stare, betraying the heat that was already pooling between her thighs.
"Fuck," Marco muttered, his voice thick and rough. He didn’t look away. He couldn’t. His cock twitched in his jeans, straining against the denim as he took in every inch of her.
Erika’s breath hitched as Marco froze staring at her, his cock already hard in his pants, as they were in a standoff. Erika was frozen, her arms still covering her tits, her thick thighs pressed together. His eyes were dark, hungry, and she could feel the heat radiating off his body from where he stood in the doorway. She went to tell him to get out, but he already had his hands at his jeans, his belt undone as he stormed in.
The door shut behind him with a heavy *click*. The bathroom felt smaller, hotter, the steam from her shower still clinging to the air. His eyes were locked on her body, his thick, calloused fingers working at the button of his jeans.
He didn’t wait for permission. His jeans hit the floor with a thud, his cock springing free—thick, veiny, already dripping with pre-cum.