ANNA JAYE WILDE

Dirty Work

 

01/07/16

 

I looked at my landline phone, ringing for the third time that morning. The caller display said withheld again. I never picked up a withheld number due to the fact it was usually some knob trying to claim back my PPI for a generous fee or someone selling something. Withheld was never a good sign. But I was getting regular calls and had been for the last few days, all at the same time. As well as being irritated, I was now a little intrigued.

 

I sat back on the sofa and like clockwork, the next call came at the same time as it had all week. My nosiness got the better of me and I grabbed the handset to answer.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Hello! Is that Miss Abbot?”

 

A sexy male voice spoke down the line but as my name was Cara Jenkins I knew I had wasted my time answering.

 

“Um no, I think you have the wrong number.”

 

“Are you sure? Are you Miss Lucy Abbot?”

 

Jesus, how slow was this guy? But as his voice was like warm melted chocolate on a chilly day I held on the line.

 

“No sorry, I’ve never heard of her. What’s this about?”

 

“Well, Miss,” the delicious voice sounded like he was smiling and I heard a muffled laugh, “Unless you are the customer I couldn’t really say.”

 

“And if I said I was actually Lucy Abbot?” Two could play this game. This was just about the sexiest cold caller I had ever spoken to and I wasn’t about to hang up on him quite yet.

 

“Well then that would be different! I’m Jason from the water board and I could tell you that I was standing in the street outside your home and we’re just about to disconnect the water supply for repairs. We have previously contacted all apartment residents but you were the only one that didn’t respond and my manager asked me to call you myself before work started. Just in case you were about to get in the shower.” There it was again, the low, dirty laugh. Reality struck me like a double decker bus and I rushed to the window of my fifth floor apartment. Sure enough there were vans and workmen lined up along the street, construction paraphernalia and tools everywhere.

 

I looked through my messy pile of post on the hallway table. I hadn’t long moved in and it looks like Lucy Abbot was the previous tenant here. Among the junk mail I found a letter advising me of the water repairs today. Fuck. Thank God I had already had a shower! A cough alerted me to the man still hanging on the phone.

 

“We need all residents to turn their water off at the stopcock.” A giggle came from me. Stopcock.

 

“I don’t know where it is?” Shit. I started to worry.

 

“Well Madam, I can come and do that for you now, if you want?” My eyes searched the street to see who Jason might be. I focused on a man with a mobile at his ear walking towards the apartment block and holy fuck. It was Diet Coke man on steroids. He was shirtless and his work trousers hung dangerously low on his hips. His deep tan was clear to see but I couldn’t make out his face from the distance. I needed a close up. Definitely.

 

“Sure, that would be great, thanks!” I hung up and speedily checked my hair and makeup. A few minutes later there was a knock. Happy I looked good, I swung it open. Shit. I mean, just shit. Well over six feet tall with dark messy hair and pale blue eyes, Mr Stopcock flashed a beaming smile at me. He was stunning and I thanked the Lord above for sending me this chunk of muscled deliciousness.

 

Jason’s eyes flickered over my body, only quickly but I clocked it. Praise the Lord for hot summer days and revealing sundresses.

 

“Good morning Miss, I need to see your stopcock, please.”

 

“You’re not the only one.”

 

A dirty smile spread across his face and I realised I had spoken a bit too loud.

 

“Really?” He stepped closer. Fuck. He had a filthy glint in his eye and a cheeky smile was dancing on his full lips. Pressing against me, he reached round and twisted something in the hallway cupboard behind me. I guess that was the stopcock.

 

“Well, that’s one stopcock taken care of.” Jason hadn’t taken his eyes off mine since I opened the door. “Shall we fix the other one while I’m here?”

 

He smoothed his hands down each side of my waist, the heat penetrating the flimsy fabric as he got lower and lower, past my hips and down my thighs. Warm hands started to rise up my legs, lifting my dress with them. Holy shit.

 

I nodded in agreement and he unzipped his work trousers, dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. The man could cut glass with his countless abs, and his cock, fuck. Standing to attention I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I wrapped my hand round him and stroked him up and down. He leaned closer to me and trailed kisses and nips along my neck and down my throat.

 

I felt a drop of liquid on the tip of his cock and I ached to feel him inside me.

 

“Turn around and face the wall.” Jason flipped me round and pressed himself up to my back, his hands still on my thighs. “We need to get rid of these.” He hooked his large thumbs into my panties and slid them off me, exposing my bare and very wet pussy. Pushing my legs apart he ran a hand between my thighs and swirled a finger round in my wetness. I heard him draw in a ragged breath between his teeth.

 

“Shit, girl, I thought I’d turned the stopcock off!” We both giggled and he slid two fingers into me and it was my turn to pull in a quick breath. He pumped in and out and I was thankful for the wall holding me up.

 

He pulled his fingers away and although I couldn’t see, I heard him slip them into his mouth and suck them clean. So. Damn. Sexy.

 

As one hand held my dress out of the way he used the other to guide his cock into me, pushing firm against my pussy and slowly slipping in and stretching me. Oh God. Full didn’t quite do it justice. His dick stretched me to the max and he pushed in fully, pressing me hard up to the wall.

 

“Holy shit!”

 

He moved gently to begin with, giving us a moment to adjust. Then I felt him take my wrists and lift them above my head, my arms stretched out and held to the wall. Powerless to resist and completely taken over by the moment, I closed my eyes as he slammed in deeper, one hand holding my arms and the other squeezing my waist. His thick cock slid in and out of me, deep and wet, muffled moans and cries filling the air around us, Our sounds got louder as he moved more quickly, pumping hard and fast. I felt wetness dripping down my leg as I got more aroused and his hot breaths on my neck turned me on so much I could feel my climax build while we fucked.

 

“Come with me, baby, I want to feel it.” His words were like a detonator and I exploded at the same time as him, my orgasm spreading through me like wildfire as his climax filled me with hot sensation inside. Jesus Christ. Our breaths gently slowed and as he pulled out and stepped back he made sure I didn’t slide down the wall in a messy orgasmic heap.

 

Suddenly Jason’s phone rang.

 

“Yep? Really? Okay, I’ll be right down.”

 

“What was that?”

 

“Boss says we can’t do the work today after all. Something about the weather. Looks like we’ll need to come back tomorrow instead. Obviously you’ll need to turn the stopcock off again in the morning, can you remember how to do it?”

 

“I don’t think I can actually, do you think you could come up and do it for me please?”

 

Jason smiled with understanding. “Oh I think I can manage that. All part of the service!”