A cougar and a plumber

Not her idea of sexy, but if he found her ring and fixed the sink before she would be getting ready to go out later, what did she care?

She was shocked at what she did see when the doorbell rang and she had peered through the to find a handsome man with dark features and near-black hair carrying a tool box.

He had to be at least twenty seven, and the jeans and T-shirt he wore failed to conceal his well-built frame.

“Marcelo, right?” Marla asked as she answered the door.

“Yes, senora. I come to fix the sink. You lose something in the pipe?”

“Yes, my favorite ring, which happened to be my late mother’s engagement ring. And there is the case that water goes down slow whenever I use that sink anyway. It’s been like that for weeks, and I haven’t had time to call a plumber until now.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he nodded.

She led him back into the bathroom. He had his case of tools in his hand, spying the sink and got down his knees, not wasting a moment getting to work.

Well, at least he isn’t a goof off, she thought to herself. Not to mention he has a great ass. No crack showing, though, but that was okay.