Confessions of a Plumber: 21st Century Edition

[gldenwetgoose 21,488]

(Contains female desperation, peeing and wetting)

 

For goodness sake Chris, 'How do I get myself into these situations?'

It can't just be me, but bloody hell - just when I think I'm getting my life organised, something like today happens and reminds me what a liability I am.   Welcome to a day in the life of Chris the plumber.

Of course there's more to me than just being a plumber.  A pretty good pool player, I've been on the local Catholic Club team for a couple of years now. A parent, I've got a son who'll turn 20 this year and his younger sister just doing GCSEs.  They haven't turned out too badly despite being brought up by a single parent.  My divorce was a really shit time, but like every time, I've got my shit together, and that's when I trained and qualified as a plumber.  Not easy for a mum in such a male dominated world - sometimes you just have to put your big girl pants on, two fingers up to those trying to put you down and head up high.

So this is me - Chris, or more usually Chrissy. Sometimes Christine.  Sometimes 'Oi bitch', sometimes 'Mum' but mostly Chrissy.

Anyway, back to today's disaster.  Mondays are never great, I'd overslept, daughter was faffing about and I ended up grabbing my coffee and running her to school, then checking my voicemails,  In plumbing, Monday is the day when all the weekend's panics come in.  Today was no different with a callout to a leaking toilet.

As I rang the doorbell the thought occurred that I'd pretty much been on autopilot so far, not really thinking what I was doing.  But I was soon back in professional mode.  The house owner who it turns out was Isabella opened the apartment door and welcomed me inside.

One of the funny things about working in a trade is it's very easy to get hung up on the difference in class, and easy to feel inferior.  I had exactly one of those moments looking at my client - her permed blonde locks a contrast to my tied back hair, makeup and crimson lips - her not me of course, and then the pinstripe business suit, white blouse and killer heels.  A stark contrast to my cargo pants, sweatshirt and boots.

Anyway, she seemed pleasant enough and soon enough was handing me a large mug of coffee as I looked into a dry toilet bowl - an easy diagnosis, the cracked porcelain gave that away.

Isabella soon excused herself, leaving me a key and giving her apologies that she had to be off to a few client visits.

So I set to work, and it was one of those days when nothing went quite right.  It turned out that not only the toilet bowl, but also the cistern was cracked.  I had a nightmare of a job with the seized stop-cock to turn off the water.  Then had to call at my merchants for the replacement parts.  A quick spur of the moment Starbucks for another large coffee and back on my way.

Typically for a Monday, what should have been an hour job turned into four hours, lots of cursing, swearing and skinned knuckles.  I'd pretty much lost track of time.  The only thing reminding me of the time was suddenly needing a wee.   You know how it is when you've been busy, you've been concentrating and then suddenly realise you're nearly wetting yourself.

Of course on pretty much any other job that wouldn't have been a problem, I'd just have used the loo.  But when there is no toilet installed, it's a different matter entirely.   And of course the more you think of 'toilet' the worse you need a wee.   Can you imagine anything worse than being bent for double, almost lay on top of a toilet with the waistband of tough work pants pressing madly into your bladder.  I swear I went from the first twinge to complete desperation in a couple of moments.  There was very little I could do, other than squeezing my legs together and squirming gently.

And once at that stage of urgency, everything conspires against you.  Dropping washers from my shaking hands and having to crawl around to pick them up.  Fumbling around in my tool box with my left hand clamped pressed hard into my crotch.  And somehow not just that, but every bit of the job seeming to work against me.  The cistern valve being assembled wrongly at the factory and needing me to swap it round, the normal waste seal being faulty too and me having to use a sealant that would take six hours to fully cure.

I was seriously wondering if I was going to make it - not for the first time in my career obviously. If you tell me there's a lady who's never had an accident I'll tell you there's a lady who lies.  Everyone has arrived home with wet pants at one time in their lives haven't they?.  Or left an odd puddle here or there.   And right now those were becoming definite risks.

Somehow though I carried on.  I wasn't really counting the time, I was just willing myself to hold that little bit longer.  Just a few minutes. At least until I could get the water back on.  Maybe then I could wee in a sink or something.   And I very nearly did hold for long enough.  I got to the point where the new toilet had been installed and plumbed and I started packing tools back into my case.  The thing was, by that point, you know that muscle somewhere at the bottom of your bladder.  You know that one that when you're super full is the only way not to pee.  I was literally pulling in that muscle for all I was worth.  That and a hand, or at times two clamped firmly between my thighs.  One on top of the other, with forefingers pressing hard directly into my peehole.

Although the job was mostly finished, the water supply was still off and I hadn't been able to check for any leaks.  And of course the sealant was hours from being cured.  That toilet I was kneeling next to may as well have been on the other side of a locked door.

I weighed up my options, rocking backwards and forwards with beads of sweat on my forehead.  Just to torment me I felt my crotch start to warm with the first leak of what could be many.  Turning the water on and the gushing noises that would produce didn't bear thinking about, there was no way I'd make it to my car downstairs. Even if I did I probably wouldn't get far before wetting in my driving seat.

As I weighed up the options, which were very few at that point, my eyes fell on the child's potty at the other side of the sink.  Not my finest moment as I reached forwards and pulled it towards me.  Another spurt as I carefully unbuttoned my pants with one hand, slowly lowering them, along with my once dry black cotton briefs, one side at a time.   The shame of it, in a client's house where at least I hadn't wet myself but now was about to desecrate a child's potty.

Somehow with barely that dribble or two I managed to get my pants and underwear out of the way, at positioned myself over the potty. Finally my moment of relief was at hand.  All I had to do was gently relax and let my desperate pee start to flow.

That was the plan at that precise moment, suddenly interrupted by the front door being flung open and the sound of heels thundering up the stairs.  I literally froze up in panic.

As the footsteps neared the top of the stairs I heard Isabella call out in a tense sounding voice "Chrissy, are you done in there, please tell me you've finished".

"Erm, can you give me two minutes" I shouted back "I'm just finishing, I just need a minute to, erm, finish off"

"Shit" I heard Isabella mutter, then in my direction "Sorry, no can do....  this boat's already sailing".

I heard the clatter of heels being kicked off and the bathroom door burst open.  I don't think Isabella actually noticed that I was kneeling on the floor, bare thighs and bushy pubic triangle on show.  She was too busy diving into the shower cubicle and trying to yank up her tight pinstriped pencil skirt.

A loud splattering filled the room as Isabella stood with legs apart and a golden flow pooling around her feet for what must have been at least thirty and nearer forty seconds.  The sound was loud enough to cover up the more gentle burble of my own liquid hitting plastic, and then swooshing sound of it squirting into the rapidly filling potty below me.

In any other context the feeling of relief would have been overwhelming, but right at that moment any thought of it barely entered my mind.  At least until suddenly I realised I could feel the hot flush of my pussy lips being bathed in my own pee meaning the potty was at the point of overflowing.  It was bad enough that Isabella was standing a couple of feet away wetting herself with the force of a racehorse, whilst I was kneeling on her bathroom floor pissing like a toddler.  How much worse if I'd carried on and actually flooded the floor too.

Somehow I'd emptied just enough to let me clench and hold again until the need to pee went away.  Then I could raise up a little and start to pull my cotton briefs back up.  I felt them dampen a little more as they wicked up the last trickles of my wee, but that wasn't the biggest of problems.

Isabella suddenly noticed me.  "Oh my God, did you just, you know...." and fortunately didn't manage to finish her question for breaking into giggles.  "Sorry I can't say too much can I, look at the state of me.  At least I didn't ruin my shoes, that's something".

I did turn and look at Isabella, and she was right - she was in a bit of a state.  She pulled her skirt up to reveal the last rivulets of her pee trickling through stockings and above that bare thighs.  Then reaching behind she unzipped the skirt and dropped it to the floor, revealing a very soggy pair of expensive looking briefs.

"Are we nearly ready to use the shower again?" Isabella asked, adding with a wink "You're welcome to freshen up too if you like"

 

[Sophie 24,410]

I could write about how amazing this was to read, and how hot I found it and all that, but I don't think that would convey how I really felt... so let me tell you what I did instead.

I had an early night and unfortunately woke up after a couple of hours. So I did what anyone else would do, and went onto my favourite website! I saw this story and just had to read it. (It's amazing by the way!). When I finished I knew I had something to take care of. I pressed the button on the sofa to make it recline, propped my laptop on the arm rest and read the story again as my hand slipped into my shorts. I put myself in each characters shoes, starting with Chrissy, getting desperate in my imagination as I quickly got myself off, and as I reached Isabella coming home I was close to coming too. I switched in my mind, picturing myself coming home from work bursting for a wee, having no toilet available and wetting myself in the shower. I had a tremendous orgasm picturing hot wee gushing down my legs. 

Now if you don't mind, I am going to go for another orgasm, imagining what happens in the shower between them!

(PS sorry if I am stealing your thunder with this post...)

[Kupar 13,339]

Magnificent! Both your original story @gldenwetgoose and your follow up @Sophie ☺️. You two make me happy, and hot and bothered all at the same time x

Edited January 16, 2023 by Kupar

[gldenwetgoose 21,488]

5 hours ago, Sophie said:

(PS sorry if I am stealing your thunder with this post...)

Steal all the lightning bolts and thunder you ever want - that's the biggest compliment anyone could ever pay.   And I loved reading any responses.

[Jlpee 238]

That was one of the best stories I have ever read. Thank you for this! It made my morning "let go" very easy! Even more so knowing others also got off to it too!

[Chrissy89 1,208]

Oh my…. @gldenwetgoose is this my future… single?, a plumber? and with a second child? 😍 Hmm that magical empty Lancashire Blonde bottle you found may well have given you a sneaky insight into my future! I do have pretty awesome holding abilities 😉 

I would have responded sooner but you know…. I had to run to the shower for urgent matter quickly building in the nether-region 🙈🙈. Not as easy in my house with a man who’s getting ready for work and a wee one who wants cereal…” GET OUT THE TWO OF YOU!!!” Mum has needs! 🤣

Lovely work hun ❤️ and thank you again for choosing my name x 

[gldenwetgoose 21,488]

Continuing the story, in Chrissy the plumber's own words...

 

So, where was I - sorry I got distracted.   Oh yes, I was doing the plumbing job from hell in Isabella's bathroom.  The toilet out of action and I was on the verge of wetting myself until I found a bit of relief in a kid's potty, which is more than Isabella did.  Bursting in and completely wetting herself in the shower.

"Are we nearly ready to use the shower again?" Isabella asked, adding with a wink "You're welcome to freshen up too if you like"

As soon as she said that a million thoughts shot chaotically through my mind.  The water was off at the moment, but of course she'd need to shower all her urine off her legs and her bits.  She'd probably need her washing machine too. The toilet float valve isolator was shut, so I could repressurise the cold water system and that would run the combi boiler...   But more urgently, how was I going to get around the fact I was kneeling in front of my client, work pants around my thighs, sitting on a potty nearly overflowing with my wee. In her bathroom.

"Erm, yes, erm, I just need to turn the water back on. One sec..." I stuttered, trying to avoid eye contact.  As I did so I got up as quickly as I could trying to ignore that my private parts had been pretty much submerged in my own wee and the feeling of it soaking into my briefs and trickles down my thighs.   And of course there was the elephant in the room of the full potty left in the middle of the floor.

"I'm so, so sorry I muttered" this time making eye contact, although I really felt like I might be about to burst into tears.  "I just didn't know what else to do.  The sealant in the toilet has to set for at least six hours before it gets wet. I was so desperate to go. I couldn't wait otherwise I would have...".

Isabella smiled and reassured me, I couldn't believe she was taking this so well.

Two minutes later the water supply was back on and without a second thought, I walked straight back into the bathroom to collect my tools.  To my horror somehow I hadn't factored in that Isabella was there, or at least that in the minutes I'd been out had been obviously preparing for her shower.  The business skirt and blouse were gone, thrown into the corner, and Isabella was standing in the shower tray, shapely legs enhanced by her hold up stockings, and her now very much two tone satin briefs with lace trim clinging damply to her gentle curves.  At the moment I saw her she was just pulling off her white lacy bra, allowing her near perfect breasts to fall loosely.

"Shit, I'm so sorry" I gasped.  "I'm so sorry, erm, the water's back on. I'll leave you to get sorted..."

"No, it's ok" said Isabella softly "now, come here young lady".

Something in the way she said 'young lady' terrified me.  I had images in my mind of Trustpilot reviews about the plumber who pissed in a client's child's potty and the collapse of my business.

With tears in my eyes I obediently stepped forwards as commanded.

"Now, look at me" said Isabella sternly.  Here it was.  The moment I deserved.  I could feel my heart pounding almost out of my chest.

"Your behaviour..." Isabella started, and then burst into giggles.   I looked at her in total confusion.  "I'm sorry" she said, "I was just playing with you. That's so unfair of me.   You look terrified, and I can understand why.  But you have nothing to worry about, and nothing to feel bad about.  When we leave this bathroom none of this is ever going to be mentioned ever again.  What happened and happens in this bathroom stays in here.  Ok?"

I nodded, still slightly sleepishly and Isabella carried on:  "Can I be very forward.   I'm bisexual and, well, right now I would love nothing more than you join me in this lovely warm shower".

Could this day get any more ridiculous? I thought to myself, but I reasoned it wasn't that much different to getting a spa treatment, not that I did that very often.   And as far as the 'bi' thing went, I'd always describe myself as an ally and I guess I could be a little bi-curious.

Somehow then before I knew it i was peeling off my T shirt and jersey sports bra.  My breasts weren't anywhere as full as Isabella's but I was comfortable in my own skin.  Boots and socks of course, and then I wriggled my tough denim work trousers over my hips before stepping out of them.  Isabella pointed at my black bikini style briefs and laughed "you'd better take those off, otherwise they'll get a proper soaking".  I knew she meant from the shower we were about to take, but I couldn't help but think of the events of a few minutes ago and as I did so I felt a familiar twinge in my bladder.  All in your mind I told myself, and nothing you can do about it now anyway, putting it down to nerves.

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Five minutes later and we could have been on a different planet.  I was on cloud nine at least.   Hot soapy water was cascading over my bare skin and I could feel Isabella standing close behind me.  She'd shampooed my hair, putting her fingertips to work massaging my scalp and then continued to work downwards.  Gently pummelling the tension out of my neck and shoulders whilst working magic soaping and rinsing.  He hands worked their way from my shoulders forwards, onto my collar bone and then downwards until she was massaging my breasts.  That felt absolutely amazing, not just a stroking, but gently squeezing in circular motions and gently pinching nipples between thumb and forefinger.  I guess that was my bi-curious side definitely confirmed then. 

Soon enough Isabella's gentle touch was continuing downwards, one hand on my waist and the other more towards my tummy.  At one point a slightly firmer press in the area of my bladder made me cross my legs and squirm slightly.  I'm sure Isabella noticed and whispered "How was your wee earlier?" into my ear.  I sidestepped the question turning it back with a "I could ask you the same thing"

"Mine was amazing" she answered, and then added "Remember that what happens in here stays in here...   Let's just say it wasn't quite as much of an accident as it may have seemed. But the best yet".

So, long story short, it turns out that Isabella is something of a self confessed urophile.  Of course that information stays within these bathroom walls. So it seems she'd taken the opportunity of her client visits to drink plenty, a cup of tea with each and then to leave without using the bathroom.  She'd basically been challenging herself to hold her pee in for as long as she could, which apparently is a fairly common hobby.  She told me that most of the time she'd time it to arrive home absolutely frantic and just make it in time.  Other times she may find herself squatting behind her car in a layby or a car park.  Or sometimes, perhaps if she was coming home from a night out she'd just let herself get to the front doorstep or inside the bathroom before having a 'whooops' moment.  A bit like today really.

Today she'd finished her meetings, then gone into the supermarket on the way home which was torture apparently.  She'd seen my car outside and realised I must still be at work in the bathroom, thought of a couple of options and then on impulse jumped in the shower to wet herself.  Of course she'd genuinely been bursting, genuinely couldn't hold on a moment sooner.  And the pulling up the skirt for me to see her pee cascading through her knickers - yes that was for my benefit.

"So, how did it make you feel - seeing me sitting on a potty like that?" I whispered back to her.

"Honestly...   I could have orgasmed on the spot.  Sorry, but you did ask." replied Isabella and then bit her lip for a moment and asked "Can I be really, really forward".

I nodded and Isabella turned me round to face her, pulling me into a tight embrace and kissing me passionately on the lips.  Then without a word she turned the shower off, and knelt in front of me.  I could feel her hands on the sides of my thighs, I could feel her breath exhaling a few millimetres from my dark pubic hair and even though I was expecting it, when she reached forward and kissed me gently right on my slit she made me gasp.

"Seeing you sitting on the potty like that....    made me want to be that potty.  I wanted to feel your desperate wee on me." answered Isabella.  "I know you still need a wee, I bet you're bursting again - don't you want to relax and just let it all flow out?"

She did have a point, I'd been working all morning, and that potty had probably only held a cup full of my pee.  There was plenty more where that came from.  And without the shower running I had goosebumps on my shoulders, along with that full on twinge in my bladder.   I'd never done anything like this before of course.  As I said earlier, I'd occasionally had the odd accident, and had peed on the way home from the club from time to time. But never peed on anyone before.  It did make me curious, obviously it was a big kink for Isabella, so maybe there was something to it...

"I can't" I whimpered, "I can't wee on you"

"Of course you can.  I demand it" replied Isabella, "and I'm not going to stop doing this until you do".

With that Isabella reached forwards, her tongue burying it's way into my slit, hot breath burning as it hit my skin.  Almost as a reflex I leaned back slightly finding the wet tiled wall and moving my feet apart.  Isabella charted her way downwards to work magical circles around my clitoris.  The feeling was electric and I never wanted it to end.  I could feel myself getting more and more aroused, and I could also feel the tingle at the tip of my urethra getting stronger, that sensation like a spurt of pee just teetering on the edge of release.

"Are you sure?" I whispered, running my fingers through Isabella's hair.   She didn't answer other than a loud confirmatory murmur.

For a few seconds nothing, I breathed deeply and tried to relax.  Not easily with an Isabella trying to make me come.  Then eventually I felt the warmth of my pee, just a trickle at first.  I could feel Isabella's tongue tickling the opening of my pee hole and her lips around my labia.  I could hear gurgling as it filled her mouth and then feel splashes and trickles onto my bum cheeks and down my thighs, then more splashes as my pee continued to hit the shower tray.  I've no idea how long I carried on peeing for, I was still going when Isabella stood up and placed a hand on my pussy, so I could feel my pee trickling through her fingertips instead.

I instinctively reached forward with my hand mirroring her every movement.  Eventually my flow slowed, but we both carried on working our way to the most mind blowing orgasm I'd ever had. It seemed to be a pretty good one for Isabella too.

Can't wait for next time...  It had better be soon.

 

 

  

 

 

 

[Kupar 13,339]

1 hour ago, gldenwetgoose said:

I had images in my mind of Trustpilot reviews about the plumber who pissed in a client's child's potty and the collapse of my business.

Only you could have written this @gldenwetgoose 💖

The whole of this second part is superb - arousing (that shower scene ... wow!), funny, and of course beautifully written. Thank you!

[gldenwetgoose 21,488]

Shucks… Thank you @Kupar

[Chrissy89 1,208]

Oh my god @gldenwetgoose that second part is absolutely stunning! 
very vivid and arousing! 
 

xx

[Sophie 24,410]

Pardon my language but... Holy shit!

Part one of this story was incredibly hot. Part two? Oh my god, it is hotter than the sun. After reading I had the urge for more, just like a good book. So I read it again!

I am lost for words. Simply incredible.

[Alfresco 11,631]

Well, I wasn't expecting that as my Friday afternoon reading material!   Fantastic in both parts with shed loads of intimate details and such a very believable situation.  Without a doubt the best story I've read in a while with a lot of imagination and descriptions that have founded quality images in my mind.   I'm kind of hoping that maybe Isabella may well be looking for excuses (or creating excuses) for calling the plumber again in future.