Paulina

Paulina Gets the Dishwasher Fixed

Our dishwasher had been broken for over a year, even though it was only four or five years old. I thought about getting it fixed, as I hated to wash dishes, and how I could do it for the least amount of money that I could. I naughty smile crept across my face as an idea came to me. I would use my charm and looks to seduce the repair man.

I decided to call the school the next morning and say I was sick and staying home. I was pretty good at disguising my voice and copying others, my mother's in particular. They never checked back with parents that called in, so I knew it would be alright. I didn't have a test or anything, so I knew I wouldn't miss much.

I found a repair service in the yellow pages and called to set an appointment for the next morning. I hoped they would send someone a little older, like my dad's age. I liked older men, as they were easy to charm and manipulate, plus just nicer in general. Attractive or not, the repair man was going to get lucky with a cute, Italian looking teenage girl. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

When I woke up the next morning, I was excited to put my plan into action. Waiting until after my parents left, I called the school. One of the office secretaries answered.

I did my best to imitate my mom's voice.

"Hello, this is Paul X's mother. He is not feeling well today and will stay home. We expect him to feel better by Thursday, but will call again if he's not."

"Okay, ma'am, we'll let his homeroom teacher know. Thanks for calling us."

My mom was at work, and I knew my dad had something to do till about noon, so no one else would be home. The repair man would arrive in around an hour, so I needed to get ready. I put on a pink tank top with the tight white shorts that a girlfriend picked out for me. I painted my nails and toes, which I rarely did, a pink that matched the tank top. White leather sandals and my crown necklace followed. I pulled my hair into a high, tight ponytail. I finished everything with a new lip color and the perfume I liked. I wanted to look as feminine and attractive as possible.

The repair man was right on time. I answered the door with a sweet smile.

"Mrs. X – I mean Miss?" He gave me a head to toe onceover. I don't think he realized that I was anything but a hot little teenager.

"My mom and dad are at work, so they made sure I'd be here to meet you."

He looked to be around 40 or so. Not in the best shape now, but he probably was when he was younger. He wasn't super handsome, but not bad looking either. He probably used to be.

"Oh, okay, young lady. Show me to the kitchen and I'll get to work."

"Please, follow me." I walked with a little swish of my hips, making sure he would notice. I looked over my shoulder and gave him a smile.

As I expected, he was staring at my ass. He followed me into the kitchen.

"My dad said he thinks it won't drain anymore. Take a look."

Before he could move, I slowly opened the dishwasher and bent over to pull the bottom rack out. His eyes followed my every move.

"Oh – ahem – well, let me take a look."

He bent down to examine the tub before starting to take things apart.

I stood close to him and was looking over his shoulder, acting like I was very interested in what he was doing. He was moving slower than usual, obviously distracted by my closeness. His arm brushed against my leg a few times.

"Is it bad?" I said in a faux concerned voice. "Will you be able to fix it?"

"Sure, it should be no problem. It'll take me, um, a few minutes to figure out what's wrong."

"Oh, good! It'll be sooo nice to be able to use it again."

I startled him as I put my hand on his shoulder. I slowly pulled it away. I smiled to myself, confident that my plan was working.

I continued to watch over his shoulder. He seemed a little uncomfortable at first, but relaxed after a few minutes. Every now and then he would quietly inhale, taking in the scent of my perfume.

After a few minutes, he stood up and started to turn around. I deliberately stood still so he would run into me. His chest bumped into mine.

"Oh – miss, I'm so sorry. Didn't mean to run into you!" he said nervously.

I answered sweetly "That's alright, it was my fault for not moving. It's just kinda interesting watching you...work."

"O-okay. I need to get a part out of my truck. Be right back."

"Okay" I replied with a sweet smile.

As he walked to the door, I saw him adjusting himself. I was definitely having the desired effect on him.

I went to the window to watch for when he was coming back in. I opened the door for him.

"Oh, thanks. I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. I'm Jim."

"I know, I saw your name on your shirt. I'm Paulina. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Jim."

"L-likewise."

"You're nice" I said sweetly.

"Th-thanks. You too" he answered nervously.

I followed him back to the dishwasher, watching him get back to work. It only took about 15 minutes for him to replace the part. My stepdad was right about a melted bowl blocking the drain assembly.

He stood back up, seeming careful to not run into me. I stood back this time.

"Alright, Paulina, I'll run it to see if it works properly."

"Oh, can I do it?"

"Sure. Set it for the hot setting. We'll let it run for a few minutes."

"Okay!" I said as I started it up.

As expected, it worked perfectly. Jim had a very satisfied look on his face. He knew it would work.

"Yayy! It works! Thanks Mister Jim!" I exclaimed as I gave him a big, tight, unexpected hug.

"Oh! I-I, um, you're welcome."

After putting his tools away, he took out his clipboard and started filling out his paperwork. It was time for maximum charm.

"Um, Mister Jim, how much will this cost?"

"It'll be thirty five dollars. Twenty five for the service call and labor, and ten for the part."

"Thirty five dollars? Oh, that's a lot." I gave him an exagerrated pout.

"Is that going to be a problem? I expect that your parents left you money for this, right?"

"Um, not exactly. I'm paying for it."

"What? Didn't your parents call for this?"

"No, I did. They're kind of cheap and lazy."

"Oh...will this be a problem for you?"

I stepped closer. I casually ran my hand over one of my nipples, down my side and over a hip. With my velvety voice, I asked my question.

"Is there any way you could make it less?"

He tried to answer in a firm voice, but it had no conviction behind it.

"Young lady, our fees are set. Didn't they tell you when you called?"

"Yes, they did...but I was hoping you could make it less...for me" I said, twirling the end of my hair and giving him doe eyes.

"I, um, we usually don't –"

"Maybe I could...make it worth your while?" I sucked my lower lip and tried to look as sweet as possible.

"I, um...w-what are you proposing?" he sounded very nervous.

I stepped closer and touched his knee, then ran my fingers up his thigh.

"Well, I...like to please people I like, and I like nice, older men like you" still speaking in my velvety voice.

"Um, uh, what do you mean?"

"I have...very sensitive lips. I love to...taste things...and suck on things..."

He gulped, looking flustered.

I moved my fingers up over his crotch as I sucked the tip of one of my fingers. I felt a very hard cock in his pants.

"Oh, uh..."

"I'd love to use my pretty lips and make you feel good, Mister Jim. Can I? Please?"

"I-I don't know...um, h-how old a-are you?"

"Don't worry, I'm 16 (I lied). That means the state says I'm old enough to do it" I replied mischievously.

"B-but what if somebody comes home?"

"No one will be home for a few more hours. But we can go into the bathroom if it makes you feel better. Besides, I can sit on the toilet. I don't like to get my knees dirty."

"O-okay."

I took his hand and led him to the bathroom. I closed and locked the door behind us and sat on the toilet. Pulling him closer, I undid his pants and pulled down his zipper. He still looked shocked but let me continue. His dick was large and uncut, probably around seven inches long and two inches wide. "Ooooh, this is a nice one" I cooed. Sitting in front of him, I said "Put your hands on my shoulders and keep them there. I will do the rest." His dick was rock hard, the skin soft and smooth. I took the head into my mouth. It was big and had a musky, manly scent. I pushed the tip of my tongue between his foreskin and head. He sighed with pleasure. Stroking the shaft, his foreskin rolled all the way back. I slowly took as much of him in my mouth as I could. I soon had him deep down my throat. I almost gagged a few times but got used to it. I sucked slowly at first. I knew he wouldn't last very long so I started going faster, using the tip of my tongue on the underside of his head. When he was about to cum I took him all the way down again. He let out a loud "Ohhhaahhh!" and shuttered, and then pumped his seed down my throat. I swallowed it all. I gently sucked the head until the last drops of cum were in my mouth and I felt his dick getting soft. I looked at him sweetly while wiping my mouth and sucking my fingers clean.

"Ohmygod, you are an incredible little cocksucker! That's the best blowjob I ever had!"

"Aww, thanks. I love doing that. You have tasty cum. I love it!"

I gave his head one more little kiss before putting his cock back in his underwear and zipping him up. I held my hand out in a ladylike manner, which he took and pulled me up. Holding on

to his hand, I led us back into the kitchen.

"Can I get you something to drink, Mister Jim?"

"Oh, um, sure."

"Would a beer be okay? My dad has plenty in here."

"I was just gonna ask for some Coke, but a beer'd be great after that! You really have a talented mouth, Paulina."

I grabbed him a cold one out of the fridge.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" He had a concerned look on his face.

"Sure, go ahead."

"Why are you paying to have your dishwasher fixed? Your parents should take care of this, not you."

"Like I said earlier, my parents aren't the most responsible people. So I need to be responsible for myself. You already know that the dishwasher is not old, but it hasn't worked in over a year. They just let it sit there. I don't like washing dishes, so I decided to get it fixed." I continued with a mischievous look. "Plus, I got to meet a nice man like you."

"Oh. That's not right, you know. Parents are supposed to take care of their kids and home, not the other way around."

"Well, that's just the way it is here, so I take care of myself. It works out well, actually. Whatever I want, I get for myself."

"Still, you're young and shouldn't have to. Hell, my youngest girl is 17 and about to start college, and I'm gonna take care of her for a little while longer. Her mom and I hate to see her go, but we know she needs to."

"Y'all sound like good parents. Mine aren't so...responsible" I replied with a tone of disappointment in my voice.

"I-I'm sorry to hear that. I bet you're a pretty nice kid."

"I sure am!" I blew him a big kiss.

I poured some Coke and drank it while Jim finished his beer. It was time for business.

"So, Mister Jim, I know you really liked my awesome blow job, so how about you just charge me for the part you had to replace. What do you say?"

"Hell yeah! That was definitely worth $25 for sure!"

"Oh, thank you Mister Jim! You are sooo nice! I really appreciate it!" I exclaimed as I gave him another big, tight hug, which he was not expecting.

"N-no problem. Like I said, that was great. Tell you what. You don't have to pay for anything. I'll cover the part."

"No, Mister Jim. That would be taking advantage of you, and wouldn't feel right. If the part is ten dollars, then ten it is."

"No, Paulina, I won't take it. Think of it as a gift. I am still coming out way ahead in this deal."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to think anything bad about me."

"Of course I won't. There's nothing bad to think."

"Okay, if you're sure then. Thank you. I really mean it. That is very nice of you."

"No, thank you!"

"Say, Mister Jim, would you, um, like to see me again? Or maybe you have some friends that would...appreciate my...being sweet to them? If they really like me, maybe they could get me presents or something? I'd really love to meet some other older men like you. Y'all are so mature and nice to young girls...like me" I said as I gave him doe eyes again.

"Yes, I'd like that. I think I have some friends who'd like you, too. Could you ever meet somewhere? Coming to your house wouldn't look right."

"Sure. Maybe you or someone could like pick me up some place and we could go somewhere from there."

"Great. Here's my card. Call me whenever you want. Just leave a message and I'll call you back."

Jim had to get going, as he had other calls to attend to. Before walking outside with him, I gave him another hug.

"Thanks, Mister Jim. You've been really nice to me. I really like what we did, and, um, I'm glad you weren't too freaked out. I know I'm a little...forward sometimes."

"Paulina, you're a real sweetie. Again, thank you. That was wonderful. You really know what you're doing. I don't know if you do this sort of thing a lot or not, but you be careful. There are a lot of us nice guys out there, but some shitty ones, too. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

He gave my hair a little rub before turning to leave. I walked outside and waved and smiled as he drove off. He did the same.

I was very pleased. I wasn't expecting to not have to pay anything. Now the dishwasher worked. I went inside, filled it up and ran it for the first time in over a year.

I hope that young one takes care of herself, Jim thought to himself as he drove away. He definitely looked forward to my call.

My stepdad came home around noon. He was surprised to see me.

"Hey, what are you doing home? Don't you have school today?"

"I did, but I had something important to do. Come see!" I took his hand and pulled him into the kitchen.

His eyes got wide as he heard the dishwasher humming along, working as it was supposed to. I had a victorious look on my face.

"Y-you got the dishwasher repaired? Did you pay for it? We should have done that..." he looked a little down.

"It was no problem. I saved my money to do it, but the nice repair man decided not to charge me. You were right about the bowl melting and blocking the drain. He said to put all the plastic on the top rack."

"And how did you get him to do that?" he had a slightly suspicious tone in his voice.

I gave him doe eyes and twirled the end of my hair.

"Oh, I was just...charming and sweet" I said mischievously.

"Uh huh. And? I think there was more."

"...Maybe. I, um..." I ran a finger over my lips.

He held out a hand like a stop sign.

"Stop – I don't want to know. I'll take your word that nothing happened, right?"

"Um, yeah...nothing happened..."

I knew he definitely knew otherwise.

"Good. Well, thanks for getting it fixed. I'm sorry I didn't get it done sooner. You know, your mother will appreciate this, too. Of course, she'll never say that."

"Tell you what – for being so...understanding, why don't you tell her you went and got the part needed to fix it, and replaced it. You don't have to mention me at all. It'll earn you some brownie points, as well."

"What? Really, you don't need to do that."

"I want to, so please tell her that. I hate hearing y'all argue, so this might prevent one later."

"Oh, you're right. I really appreciate that. Maybe I can make it up to you somehow?"

"Hmm, you do have good taste in perfume, which I love to wear. Pick out something that you think would smell good on me. Just don't tell mom. Any brownie points you have will disappear. I think she's still sore that you gave me that one before, which I don't understand, since she really didn't like it. I really like it, so too bad. Her loss. Thanks again for giving it to me. I really appreciate you being so nice and understanding to me, even though mom gives you crap for it."

"Well, I love you no matter how you are. Be what you want to be, as long as you're happy. That's all that matters."

"I know, I love you too" I said with a sincerely sweet smile, which he returned.