Suds! Suds! Everywhere. Darlene opened the door of her kitchen and was met by a huge mound of bubbles. Pausing only to scoop up a few handfuls and toss them playfully, she waded through and found her pad of Useful Numbers. She had never had to call a plumber before. But this was a crisis. Luckily a Pipes@Home engineer was not too far away. Darlene cleared the mess as best she could and then went upstairs to change out of her wet trousers. She had only just undressed when the doorbell rang. Not wanting to miss the engineer on any account, she grabbed her satin dressing gown and wrapped it around her voluptuous and still slightly damp body.
She descended the stairs two at a time, the dressing gown flapping around her shapely legs. This was the view which greeted the engineer waiting on the doorstep: The front door had a glass panel which now bore the imprint of his nose, pressed against it as he watched her approach.
She fumbled with the lock inside, he fumbled with his overalls outside
The door eventually opened, and a flustered Darlene beckoned the engineer inside
“Such a mess!” she exclaimed, but the engineer disagreed, telling her she looked fine really. Darlene blushed and played with her hair
In the kitchen there were still bubbles spreading in a slow tide across the floor.
“Stop cock! That’s what we need” said the engineer
“Stop cock? That never occurred to me” said Darlene, feeling foolish. Then she suddenly realised he was looking around for somewhere to put his bag
“Do you need somewhere to put your tools?” she asked “it’s not a very big kitchen and that’s a huge toolbag.”
She cleared a space for him and the engineer eased his toolbag onto the table.
“I expect we’ll find the stopcock under the sink” he said helpfully “why don’t you have a look?”
Darlene opened the door of her under-sink cupboard. The floor was still very wet so she bent carefully down, grasping her dressing gown with one hand to stop it falling into the puddles. Sure enough the stop cock was there. She tried to turn it with her free hand, but it was stiff.
“It’s so stiff!” she cried, but the engineer did not at first reply: he was adjusting his overalls again as he watched Darlene, her dressing gown the only filmy barrier obscuring her succulent butt as she bent over the cupboard.
“I said it very stiff” she repeated. There was a pause, and then the engineer muttered awkwardly “I’m sorry miss, it just happens”
Darleen turned round to look at him: he was young, with a strong jawline, muscular muscles and two good eyes. He also appeared to have a large spanner inside his overalls.
“Let me take care of this!” he said confidently, striding forward. Darlene could see he was carrying a pipe wrench and a sink plunger, one in each hand. So where was the huge spanner?
In a moment he had turned off the water and stemmed the rising tide of suds. “No more stop cock problems for you!” he said triumphantly. “Now I just need to flush through your pipes”
Darlene was flushed already, and couldn’t help but stay close and watch as he pulled out her washer and felt along her tubing with a firm but gentle stroking and squeezing action.
“What are you doing that for?” she asked. “I’m wondering if you have a blockage along here” he replied, and Darlene stood back a little to let him finish the job. She watched his strong back as he squeezed the tubing vigorously, and felt a deep, damp yearning to be that tubing.
“I think I’ve found the problem” he said suddenly, and in a flash he had whipped off her connections, released her tubing and the blockage, (a coin) fell to the floor. “Oh how marvellous!” Darlene exclaimed “Will you need to flush through now?”
The engineer straightened up awkwardly “I fear so, yes”
To lighten the moment, he glanced down at the coin on the floor and said
“My tip!”
Darlene looked searchingly at him, and yes, she thought she could see his tip…
In a sudden surge of passion, she flung open her satin dressing gown: the effect on the engineer was immediate, (though mollified by the fact that Darlene was still wearing her sweatshirt…she had only taken her trousers off when the doorbell rang)he sprang forward, taking her in his arms. The huge spanner seemed to get in the way a bit at first, but after a while they made room for it.
The engineer was good, very good. No leaks, and the pressure was higher than ever before. Darlene had worries about blockages in her tubing, or her stopcock or valves any more. Her engineer from Pipes@Home was right at home in her pipes…
