A cougar and a plumber

While he handed her the bill for his services, Marla didn’t let on that she had been looking ‘down there’ or that she’d seen him glancing at her breasts.

“Marcelo?”

“Yeah, senora?”

“Isn’t this a bit much for just getting my ring out of the drain pipe and looking at it for the short time you were here?” Marla asked as she looked over the bill, leaning forward a little more to let him get a better look at her cleavage.

“You had a lot of hair stuck in your sink drainpipe,” he said, trying to keep his eyes off her tits, but failing miserably. “That needed taken care of or you’d have a lot of problems. That’s why your water went down slow.”

“Well, in that case, I won’t complain,” she said, smiling at Marcelo. “I guess that explains it. Thank you for your trouble, especially on a Saturday. I must have kept you away from home with my stupidity.”

“No problema, senora,” he nodded. “It’s been a slow day and I liked your company.”

“And I would certainly like to show my appreciation for you fixing that and finding my ring. Outside of paying you, of course,” Marla said, happily writing him a check.