Need a handyman

A few more days passed, as everyone secretly prepared. Mark knew he just had to wait for his opening. Lauren came down from her room wearing the tightest dress he'd ever seen. Mark had taken to working shirtless by this point. The other construction workers raised some eyebrows, but then the saw how Lauren obviously drooled over him and understood.

"Hey Mark?" Lauren said, in the huskiest voice possible. "Could you help me with something."

Mark nodded, walking behind Lauren. As they went up the stairs Lauren's butt waggled in front of him.

They entered Lauren's large, lascivious room. Lauren led Mark to the bathroom, running her hand wistfully along her bed as she passed it.

In her pink, oversized bathroom she pointed at the sink.

"It won't stop running." Mark came over to look at it. As they did he slid past Lauren, his bare chest rubbing her arm. Lauren felt goosebumps as her crotch instantly dampened.

Mark looked at the sink. The handle was broken. He figured she had done it on purpose to get him up here.

"Can you fix it?" Lauren asked. Mark nodded, pulling out a wrench. He began tightening it up. Lauren pressed against him, one arm on his as he worked. He felt her crotch on his hip.

It took all of thirty seconds to fix. Mark turned, body to body with Lauren.

"There. Anything else you want me to do?" He asked.

Lauren was practically panting, biting her lip. Mark took the cue, and in moments they were making out.