Rick's fantasy #2

Rick was stuck behind the washing machine and the wall in a small closet. He'd been working on the damn thing for over an hour already and finally realized the leak was coming from a simple o-ring that broke when he reattached the internal hose. At least it was something he could fix. He felt bad because his best friend's wife had been waiting patiently this whole time to do their laundry.

Pete had called Rick this morning and asked if he could go over to his house to fix the washer since Pete was out of town for work. Leslie had been running a load of laundry and it started leaking. Rick was happy to help, but as is always the case, one fix led to another, which led to another and the whole thing was taking forever.

"Can I get you anything?" Leslie asked from around the corner. She was wearing gray yoga pants and a loose fitting sweatshirt that had the collar cut out. The sweatshirt hung down across her C-cup chest and showed just a hint of her cleavage.

"Actually if you can grab me another o-ring from my toolbox over there, it would help me a ton. I think with that I should be able to wrap this up," Rick requested as he stood up.

She walked over to the toolbox and bent over to look for anything that looked like an "O" or a "ring" because she had no idea what he was asking for. As she bent over, Rick had a perfect view of her small, tight ass in those yoga pants. He felt guilty checking out his best friend's wife, but he just couldn't help it. She was a perfect MILF with long skinny legs and a nice rack. Pete was a lucky man and Rick felt guilty for his wandering eye as he gawked at Pete's sexy wife.

"They might be in the bottom of toolbox, under the tray," Rick suggested with a grin. He leaned over the back of the washer, knowing exactly what he was doing.