Hi, I’m Matt, a 36-year-old single guy from the north of the UK. I’d been blessed down below, packing a huge 10-inch, thick, circumcised cock.
I’d recently been made redundant after spending 10 years at the same job. With the redundancy money behind me, I had a little breathing room before I needed to find something else. I didn’t want to slip back into the usual Monday to Friday routine, working a boring 8-4 shift. I really wanted the freedom of working for myself instead.
I was still young enough to take a chance on starting my own business, so I began looking into my options. I’d always been good with my hands and was willing to try my hand at almost anything, whether it was plumbing, DIY, or general repairs. I’d noticed a couple of local guys doing handyman work around the area, and they seemed to be doing pretty well, so I figured I’d give it a shot.
I signed up with a few job sites online, bought the tools I needed, got myself a van, and crossed my fingers. Things were slow at first, as I expected, but I was still bringing home a decent wage at the end of each week. I’d been doing it for nearly 3 months when I landed a contract with the local council. I’d be working as a self-employed contractor, carrying out repair jobs in council houses.
It was great news, and I knew the contract could potentially double the number of jobs I was getting and, as a result, significantly increase my wages. The only thing I was worried about was the reputation council housing jobs seemed to have. I’d heard nightmare stories from other tradespeople about dirty houses, rude tenants, and all sorts of difficult situations. Still, I couldn’t turn down the work based only on rumours, so I decided to take the opportunity and see for myself.
Anyway, it was Monday morning, and, just as expected, my entire week was already more or less booked up with council jobs. There was no easing into it or time to wonder whether the rumours had been exaggerated; I was straight into the first job on the list.
I arrived at the first address, and from the outside, it did look a little scruffy. The garden was overgrown and untidy, with everything looking as though it had been left for quite a while. Anyway, I knocked on the door and waited. After a moment, it opened, and a woman answered. She looked to be in her late 20s, was a littlechubby, and wore black leggings with a T-shirt. She looked a little unwashed, to put it as politely as possible.
“Hi, I’m here to reseal your bath,” I said.
She let me in, and the house was just as untidy inside. There was clutter everywhere, with things scattered around and no obvious attempt to keep the place organized. She pointed upstairs toward the bathroom, so I made my way up. When I walked in, it wasn’t any better in there. Dirty clothes were spread across the floor, and the bath itself was covered with shampoo bottles, sponges, and all sorts of other things. There was barely anywhere for me to put my tools down, never mind actually start working. I shook my head in disbelief. This was my first job, and the rumours already seemed to be coming true.
I didn’t want to make a fuss or come across as difficult, but I also wasn’t there to clean up after anyone. I needed the bath cleared before I could do the job, so I politely called down to the customer from the top of the stairs.
She looked up at me from the bottom, and I tried to explain that she needed to clear the bath so I could work. I made the request as politely as I possibly could, hoping she wouldn’t take it the wrong way.
She walked up the stairs, huffing as she came. If I’m being honest, she looked a little pissed off, as though I had inconvenienced her by pointing out the obvious. She walked into the bathroom, still looking annoyed. I waited patiently while she picked the clothes up from the bathroom floor. Then, as she bent over the bathtub to move the bottles out of the way, my eyes widened. I looked away for a moment, but my attention was quickly drawn back when I noticed that her leggings had become see-through as she leaned forward, revealing her red thong. “Oh my God, wow,” I thought. I had never experienced anything like that while doing this job, and I wasn’t going to lie—it was starting to make my cock stir.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but I wasn’t complaining. Even though she was a little overweight and chavvy, it was still incredibly naughty to witness.
after she finished, she looked at me. “Is this good enough?” she asked.
“Err, yeah, perfect,” I said as she walked out. I got to work, still slightly shocked by what I had just witnessed. It didn’t take me long to finish the job, and I called the customer back upstairs to show her the completed result. Once again, she came upstairs huffing and leaned over to inspect the silicone. I gasped silently because, this time, not only were her leggings see-through, but her red thong had ridden up, leaving a whale tail visible. My cock twitched again as she straightened up.
“Yeah, fine, that’ll do,” she said.
Wow, I couldn’t believe what a bitch she was, but at least she had given me another little flash, I thought, smiling to myself. I picked up my tool bag and followed her downstairs. “While you’re here, can you have a look at this?” she asked, pointing toward the kitchen.
Err, I can take a look and quote for it, but I can’t carry out any additional work until I’ve put it through the council and received approval, I explained.
Fine, whatever, she muttered with a scowl as she led me into the kitchen. She pointed out the kitchen tap, which was leaking steadily. To be honest, it looked old, worn out, and well past its best.
I gave it a quick inspection and told her that replacing the tap would probably be the best option. I said I’d submit the job to the council for approval, and she agreed. Once I’d finished, I packed up my things and left.
Now it was time for my second and final job of the day. Luckily, it was on the same estate, so it was only about a 5-minute drive away. As I pulled up outside the house, I wondered what this job was going to be like. The garden was, once again, in a similar state to the last one, looking neglected and untidy. I grabbed my tool bag, walked up to the front door, and knocked.
This time, a man answered. He looked like a chav in his mid-30s, and from his appearance, you could probably tell he was unemployed.
Hi, I’ve come to replace your bathroom tap, I said.
He let me in, and, once again, the house was a complete mess. Before long, a woman appeared as well.
Hi, have you come to replace the tap? she asked politely.
Yes, I replied with a smile.
She looked to be around the same age as him, probably in her mid-30s. She was wearing a white T-shirt and black leggings. I headed upstairs and went into the bathroom.
Wow, what a mess, I thought.
I was there to replace the tap on the sink, but there was a cupboard underneath it that was packed with toiletries and other bits and pieces. I needed the cupboard emptied before I could even get started. Great, I thought, so I headed back downstairs, where they were both sitting and watching TV.
“Hi, sorry to bother you, but I’m afraid you’ll have to empty the cupboard under the sink so I can get access,” I asked politely. The man simply looked at me with a frown. “Can’t you just do that yourself?” he replied.
“Well, no, not really,” I said. “There could be personal belongings in there.”
The woman stood up and apologized. “Sorry, yeah, I didn’t think about that. I’ll do it right now,” she said.
I followed her upstairs and began getting my tools ready. I glanced at her leggings and wondered whether they would be see-through like those worn by my last customers. I smiled to myself as she leaned forward to clear out the cupboard, watching as her T-shirt lifted slightly. To my surprise, the leggings were completely see-through, and her white thong was plainly visible. I couldn’t help grin, fuck you’ve got to love cheap leggings I think.
She was actually very nice, and after clearing the cupboard, she lingered nearby and chatted with me while I worked.
“i’m sorry, it’s such a state in here,” she explained as she continued tidying up.
“Not a problem. i’m not here to judge,” i said with a smile as i watched her gather the dirty clothes from the floor and pile them together. I couldn’t help noticing her leggings and thong again when she bent down. The sight stirred me as I lay on the floor beneath the sink. But then something else caught my attention and made my eyes widen. Resting on top of the pile of clothes was what appeared to be a pair of black thongs. They immediately stood out to me, and they looked seriously stained. I was stunned by how unconcerned she seemed. I mean, she had a contractor working in her bathroom, yet her dirty underwear was simply lying there on the floor. Still, I reminded myself that this was a particularly chavvy estate.
i don’t know why it was making me so horny, but it was, and my cock had become semi-erect. Once the new tap was fitted, I got to my feet and began packing away my tools and supplies.
“Okay, miss, you can put your things back in the cupboard if you like,” I said.
“Great, good job,” she replied with a smile as she knelt down, exposing a huge white whale. OMG, my cock twitched again at the sight. I discreetly glanced toward the pile of washing beside me, and, OMG, it definitely was a thong—and it was definitely stained.
“Fuck me,” I gasped, then hurriedly finished packing up. I took one last look at her thong slip and said, “Okay, well, that’s me done.”
She looked back at me, thanked me again, and I headed out to my van with a semi-hard-on. Later that evening, I sat at my laptop, emailing my recipes through to the council and planning out my jobs for the following day. I honestly couldn’t believe how my first day had turned out. I was still shocked—and definitely aroused—by everything that had happened, especially considering how unexpectedly the whole day had unfolded. Still, I wasn’t complaining at all.
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