Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... were squeezed side-by-side. Her robe, which was already thin, was now wet from the fine mist coming from the pipe – as was my T-shirt - making her body even more evident against mine. She had turned so that her back was against the wall, and now my shoulder and arm were pressed between her breasts as I shone my flashlight over the errant pipe, my leg pressed against her hips. She shifted her lower leg and slid it partially under my body, bumping it against my errant erection, and leaving it pressed against my pulsating cock.

“How bad is it?” she asked, her breath hot on the side of my neck in the confined tunnel.

I tried to focus on the pipe overhead, not the one throbbing in my shorts, or the leg which was pressing against it. In an attempt to seem nonchalant, I shrugged.

“Not bad. I should be able to fix that in an hour or so. I can do it tonight, no biggie.” I flashed the light along the pipe, following it through the maze of pipes and wires under the old house. “But I will need to turn off the house water while I make the repair. So if you are going to need any water in the next hour or so, draw it now.”

“Oh,” Clementina said. “I was going to take a bath. Let me go fill the tub, I’ll call down when I’m ready.”

“No problem,” I said. “It will take me a few minutes to get set up anyway.”

I tried to press against the side of the tunnel as best I could to avoid her bumping into my cock on the way out. Instead she seemed to take great pleasure in sliding ever ...

... possible inch of her body along it as she slithered from the tunnel. First her hips, then her pussy – letting me feel the flesh of her labia through my shorts, then her stomach, then the cavity between her breasts, and finally her chin and her mouth, which she seemed to cup over the tip before slipping completely from the crawlspace.

A second later she was padding up the stairs.

I took a deep breath. What the hell was that all about? She had intentionally rubbed against me. Now I had a raging erection that was going to give me hell until I rubbed one out.

I lay back on the floor of the crawlspace in the mud, and let the chilly mist from the busted pipe wash over me. It felt good. In a minute I felt the rock in my shorts soften enough that I could move without injuring myself.

I crawled to the chamber where we had the stash of plumbing tools. Upstairs I could hear Clementina walking to the bathroom and flicking on the light. Out of the corner of my eye, a glimmer of light showed at the edge of the crawlspace.

Right underneath the first floor bathroom, where I could hear her turning on the taps in the tub.

I slipped to the edge of the crawlspace. In the middle of the rafters above me, through the thick haze of years of spider webs, I could see the space in the walls between the bathroom and the sitting room. Light poured into the space from a hole in the bathroom wall.

There was just enough space in the walls for a person to fit.

Was I actually going to ...