The Leak - 1

For Ilse

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

The look in Ilse's eyes when she heard the monotonous sound of the leaking tap in the open kitchen again spoke volumes.

She had already told her friend Dirk several times that a plumber should come and look at the tap. He kept laughing this off.

I'll do that myself.

So squeaked!

I'd rather you pay me for it. Do it in kind!

She had lost count of how many times Dirk had fiddled with the faucet. It didn't matter much, because after a few days the leak kept coming back. Apart from the unnecessary water consumption, it was mainly the noise that drove her crazy. Now that she was forced to work from home due to the corona measures, she heard the leak very clearly at the dining table that she uses as a desk during the day. The longer it lasted, the more it resembled the Chinese water torture. By the end of the day, every drop sounded like a gong in her head.

Now she was heartbroken. As far as she was concerned, Dirk could climb the highest tree at this time. She searched Google for plumbers nearby.

Oh, ma'am, it's so busy. I have another hole in three weeks. Then I can come and have a look.Every plumber had his own variation on this theme. She didn't know what angered her most, the fact that she couldn't find anyone willing to come and see the leak or the invariably condescending way she was spoken to. I'm not a lady, she thought as she looked at herself in the bedroom's full-length mirror. She was proud of her 25-year-old body, with all the female curves in the right proportion. On the street she was therefore regularly looked at by men's eyes from head to toe. Especially if she was wearing tighter clothes or if a little bit of her cleavage was showing. She really enjoyed this. The idea that her appearance was aphrodisiac often caused her pussy to tingle. Lucky she couldn't hear most men's thoughts. It would only enhance the tingling sensation.

At this point, however, Ilse felt a little discouraged by the idea of ​​having to listen to the ticking sound for the rest of the day. It was going to be a long day, because Dirk had left extra early today because he had to be on the other side of the country for his work. So he would also come home late. If only she knew someone who could help her. Someone handy. Someone who

And then she thought of her neighbor Cees. He was a handy Harry. When Ilse and Dirk were moving into this apartment, he knocked on the open door. Dirk couldn't get the washing machine connected and had expressed his frustration loudly in the form of all kinds of curses. Cees was just in the hallway and had offered his help. A few minutes later he had already finished the job. He had then offered them to knock on the door if they wanted help again.

Until today, Ilse had not thought back on this. One thing was certain, however. She would do anything to get that leak fixed as soon as possible.

It was only when an unknown man opened the door of Cees apartment and she saw his gaze slide over her body that Ilse realized that she might have put on something else. It had been her horniness to blame.

After all, she had woken up that morning alone in the big bed. She'd known the time right away: the tenderness of her swollen nipples, the wetness between her hot cunt lips, but most of all, that sick feeling in her gut that cried out that she needed sex.

The sex with Dirk was great. Both of them did not shy away from expressing to each other that they wanted to, so they enjoyed each other very often. Usually these were moments full of lust where he took her hard. She loved the feeling of a cock filling her completely and completely spoiling her pussy.

This morning Dirk's delicious cock was not there. Ilse had used her fingers to evoke the same feeling. Caressing between her pussy lips, she had her fingers soaked in her horn. Every now and then she rubbed her clit, increasing the urge for satisfaction. She pressed three fingers straight into her hallway and pumped away. With her other hand she stroked her sizzling clit. Her orgasm was not long in coming. A tsunami of electric waves had engulfed her pussy. It had been nice. But not enough.

The clock had indicated that she urgently needed to get ready to start work. With a sigh, she pulled herself out of bed and rinsed herself in the shower. There, too, she had had a hard time keeping her hands off herself.

When she stood in front of the wardrobe, she felt naughty. She had taken a T-shirt from Dirk and put it on over her underwear. She had no meetings today and this way she could easily reward herself with a caressing break.

The man's gaze at Cees's front door followed her feminine forms. For a moment they lingered on her breasts and her pussy. Ilse looked down and saw that her black lingerie was nicely visible under the white T-shirt that came to just below her buttocks.

The well-known itch appeared immediately. She saw the admiring desire in the man's eyes, and although he was at least 20 years older than her, she imagined her standing naked in front of him as he ran his hand over his hard cock.

Hello. Are you coming for Cees?

Ilse suppressed the image of her fantasy. She had been wondering for a while what it would be like to be spoiled by a man with more experience. A friend once said that older men make better lovers. But now she had other things on her mind: the leak.

Hi. Yes, I am his neighbor. I'd like to ask him something.

The man stepped back and opened the door fully.

Then come on in. He's busy in the kitchen and asked me to open the door. By the way, I am Oele, a friend of Cees.

He held out his hand. Ilse did the same. Instead of shaking her hand, he took it, pulled it to his face, and kissed it.

I am very pleased to meet such a refreshing appearance as you.

Then he turned and entered the apartment.

Ilse felt that she must have turned red. Her cheeks glowed. She herself had not fallen on her mouth, but Oele's gallantry made her shy for a while. She followed him into the kitchen, where Cees was filling the dishwasher. He looked up.

Bye Ilse. Is something wrong?

For a moment, Ilse wondered if her displeasure showed on her face. Then she realized she had never knocked on his door before. The short conversations with him invariably happened in the hallway or when they were both on their terrace. That she was standing here in his kitchen said enough.

Two pairs of eyes were on her now. Friendly eyes though. Yet Ilse had noticed that Cees' eyes had also made a quick tour of her body. Aware of her daring attire, she diverted attention to the reason for her arrival.

Sorry to barge in here like this, but I hope you could help me. I'm stuck with a leaking faucet and if I have to listen to that drip for another 5 minutes I fear I'm close to a breakdown.

The tone in which she had said this was permeated with the necessary drama.

Fortunately, there is a knight hidden in every man who, at the slightest cry for help from a young wench, raises his sword to heroically slay the dragon that besieges her. This was also the case with Cees, who slammed the door of the dishwasher with an elegant flourish and approached Ilse. Paternally, he put his hand on her upper back and pushed her toward the hallway.

No problem, girl. I'll take my toolbox and then I'll see what I can do.

As she stepped forward herself, the hand slid gently down her spine. A shiver ran through her body and she felt a light tug on her nipples.

When the hand reached her bottom, it rested briefly on her buttock. Just a few seconds. Long enough to feel the familiar tingle in her pussy. Too short to speak of willfulness. Although the leak was her main concern, Ilse's latent horniness slowly began to increase. Even if the exciting tap of the crane stopped soon, she wouldn't be able to stand it until Dirk came home. She resolved to enlist the help of her vibrating friend as soon as Cees would be gone again. But first the leak!

Chalk!

Cees sounded determined.

Everything inside is calcified. Dirk has tightened the mechanism every time, but that is only good as a quick fix. I can do that sometime if you want. But you shouldn't wait too long to install a new faucet.Ilse looked a bit disappointed. Dirk was handy, but she knew him. He would postpone it. In a few days the ticking would start again.

Cees saw the disappointment in her eyes. He had enough human knowledge to deduce what was going on. Although his friend Oele was visiting, he was willing to help her.

If he was honest, he had to admit that he thought Ilse was a very hot girl. She had a body that he sometimes pictured at night when he yanked the lust out of his cock.

Although she was always very calm and friendly when they met in the hall, he suspected that she was also very horny. Their bedrooms adjoined each other. Occasionally he could hear Dirk and Ilse having sex. In fact, he could mostly hear her. She sometimes dared to be very loud when she came. Not that he minded. Those were usually the moments in his bed when he imagined her.

The simple T-shirt she was wearing, through which he could see her black underwear, showed that she wasn't exactly a prude.

He had noticed that Oele was also impressed by her femininity. So he wouldn't mind spending a little longer in her company.

Would you like us to do it for you?

He had just sensed that she would take him up on his offer. He hadn't expected the way. Her face immediately brightened. She looked at him with a grateful twinkle in her eyes. She had taken a few steps away from him, but suddenly she stood in front of him and gave him a hug.

Thank you, Cees. I would love that.

Ilse pressed against him. He felt her round breasts press against him. It was more blissful than he had ever imagined. For a moment he didn't know what to do with his hands. Most of all, he would have liked to put them back on her buttocks. He had just touched her buttock by accident. He himself was frightened. It felt blissful and she hadn't reacted to it. There had been a clear reaction from him. In no time at all his penis had filled with blood and shaken slightly. That was when he'd withdrawn his hand. Probably a tad too late to be innocent.

And now she held him tight. How he would like to touch those soft buttocks again. Would he dare caress them gently? Massage them tenderly? He felt the swelling in his cock increase again. He realized how wrong this was. He was 45. She had a boyfriend and was much younger than him anyway. And his friend just stood and watched. But how delicious this was!

Ilse felt the light pressure of Cees's increasing erection against her abdomen. She immediately let go of him. Not because she didn't like it. On the contrary. It fueled the excitement that had raged in her since waking.

The hug had come from an uninhibited impulse of gratitude. She hadn't expected that it would strengthen her physical desire for satisfaction so much. She felt like pressing her pussy against the growing pole.

But she wasn't allowed to do that. She had a boyfriend. And Oele was also watching at this very moment. Not that he seemed bothered by anything. He just looked at them. He just looked at her. With the same admiration in his eyes as when he first saw her at the front door.

She was glad she had ended the hug. She felt an enormous tension in her body as if she were a sexual bomb about to explode. Her nipples were rock hard. Her pussy was leaking. It was almost as bad as her faucet.

If she had embraced Cees for ten more seconds, she would have been lost. She would have surrendered to him.

Luckily she hadn't. Only now did she realize that this must have been uncomfortable for Cees. Although he had hardened, she hadn't felt his hands. He had had the chance to touch her and he hadn't. The erection, of course, had just been a physical reaction.

You know what? I'm going to the Gamma quickly for a new faucet. Then your agony will soon be over.

Not just her agony, Cees thought. In this way he had the chance to lower the erotic turmoil that plagued him.

Oele, would you like to disconnect the old tap in the meantime?

Oele didn't have to think twice about that. He had just witnessed an extremely intimate moment between his friend and this desirable girl. There was an electric charge in the air. It was close to lightning striking this apartment.

He didn't know what was going on between Cees and Ilse, but it was obvious that he wanted to spend some more time with the charming and sensual Ilse. There was something mysterious about her. At first glance she seemed quite level-headed, but in her eyes he saw a great hunger for passion. The fact that he could continue to admire this beautiful brunette's beautiful body in the meantime was of course a bonus.

Could you help?Oele lay on his back under the sink, unscrewing the tap with special pliers. As the crane loosened, it slanted more and more, making it more difficult to turn.

Ilse had sat down at the dining table and had been watching Oele while she admonished herself about her weak moment with Cees.

On a normal morning she would have taken her waking horniness out on Dirk. She loved waking him up in a tantalizing way. He had never complained about it. Often he was even more intense. The thought of Dirk's cock pumping into her thirsty pussy had no effect. She felt how her horn began to flow between her lips in thin streams.

Dirk's absence this morning affected her whole thinking. Poor Cees. What would he think of her? But how wonderful the touch of his hardening cock felt. Her pussy immediately started tingling.

It was the combination of her lips getting wet and the memory of the hug with Cees that made Ilse start looking at Oele's body. He actually looked good. His body wasn't as trained as Dirk's, but it was clear that Oele took care of himself. She looked straight at his crotch. His clothes faded in her imagination. His cock was straight up. She saw herself approaching him naked. Crouching over his flagpole, she parted her lips with her hands. The moment his head pressed against the entrance to her cave, she prepared to begin the liberating descent.

Ilse? Could you help?

This time she was startled out of her thoughts. Unknowingly, her hand had gone to her pussy. She stroked her slit over her wet panties. Ilse hoped that Oele would not have seen this. He was still under the sink, staring up.

Yes of course. What do you want me to do?

Can you hold the tap while I unscrew it further?

Ilse came to the kitchen. She stepped over Oele's upper body with one foot. This was the easiest way to get a firm grip on the crane.

A short but deep moan escaped from Oele's throat. When Ilse didn't respond, he quickly pushed himself up to see what was going on. He had seen her staring at his crotch and rubbing her panties.

In an erotic story, he would have stood up and approached her, dropping his pants. He would nestle between her legs, pull off her panties and take over the work of her long, slender fingers. She would take his head and press it against her pussy, so that his tongue and his lips were at the mercy of the deluge of juices that meanwhile flowed freely from her corridor.

However, life was not a story, so he obediently repeated his request for help.

And now he looked right under the T-shirt at Ilse's black panties. Even in the black fabric, the wet stain of her horniness was clearly visible. The panties were pulled tight, so that the shape of her now swollen lips was nicely outlined against the background of the white T-shirt.

Oele hadn't been able to suppress the groan. Seeing Ilse masturbating, his story thoughts and now this heavenly view were too much for his composure. He felt a firm pressure in his shorts and knew what that meant. His penis had erect and would now form a large tent.