My First Time with the Plumber: A Steamy Awakening in the New Bathroom
In the half-built bathroom of our overcrowded house, that May Wednesday changed everything. Kids at school, husband at work, workers gone. Just me and him, the plumber with the broad shoulders and quick smile. I’d tossed all night, dreams tangled with pipes, hot jets, wrenches. Him upstairs, alone, muscles flexing under his shirt. Heart pounding…