The plumber in the bathroom

It was a rainy Thursday afternoon when I was strolling through my apartment in Munich and noticed that the water in my bathroom was no longer draining off. Sighing in frustration, I picked up my cell phone and called a plumber. There was a knock on the door a few minutes later, and when I opened it, I could barely believe my eyes. There was a good-looking man in a lightly soiled jumpsuit in front of me. His broad shoulders contrasted nicely with his narrow waist, and his smile was as charming as it was seductive. “Hello, I am Max,” he introduced himself and stepped in after I had cleared the way for him. I could almost feel the tension in the air as he leaned over the sink. The scent of his aftershave mixed with that of the humid room, and I felt a tingling in my stomach as I watched him concentrate and strengthen his muscles with every move. With every moment, my need to touch him grew. But instead of expressing myself with words, I decided to play a bit. I stepped closer and let my gaze wander across his back as he used the tool. “Have you done this many times before? “I asked teerily, and he looked over his shoulder and grinned mysteriously. “Only when I'm in the right bathroom,” he muttered with a twinkle in his eye that instantly ignited the fire in me. “Hmm, maybe you should check again whether everything is tight,” I said challenging as I leaned over him. At that moment, I felt his warm breath on my skin, which made my heart beat faster. “What do you have in mind? ” he asked as his gaze went deeper into my eyes. The air between us crackled as I took a step closer and it seemed like we could get closer at any moment. Suddenly there was a sound in the room that broke the tension. A soft rustle that pulled us both back abruptly. I bit my lip as Max turned back to me, his eyes sparkled with desire, and I knew that the next few minutes would decide everything...