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“Well what time will he get here John?” Sophia tried not the sigh to loudly in frustration at her landlord, his blaisse attitude to her plight was grating on her. She shouldn’t be surprised, the man was rarely concerned about what happened to his apartments unless you were late with his rent. The small apartment had come with a list of problems, but it was all she could afford at the time. Her ex boyfriend had kicked her out of their place six months ago and moved her best friend in, she should have been heart broken but after their sex life slowly dwindled and they’d had to talk instead of fuck she’d realised the man was a complete dick, all he talked about was the gym, meal preps and different protein powders. There was only one thing she missed about him. But she’d found her power shower could keep her happy a lot better than he had. Hence the reason she was feeling so pissed off her shower had stopped working this morning just as her fantasy was about to reach its climax, which only served to heighten her sexual frustration. That shower head was the most action she’d had in more months than she’d care to admit to.
“3 hours? No, that’s fine.” She ended the call with a growl and tossed her cell phone on the seat next to her, his smarmy voice had effectively worked to dampen her mood. He’d always stared a little too long at her ample chest, even when they were fully covered she couldn’t hide their size. Most of the time she got a thrill from men giving her 2nd and 3rd looks, her hourglass figure was eye catching she knew that. But when John stared she couldn’t help but cringe, he looked normal enough but something about him screamed creep. With a resigned sigh she got up and began to tidy up. For the next 3 hours she busied herself with house work and then mind numbing daytime TV, as she flicked through the channels there was finally a knock at her apartment door.
Swinging the door open, she smiled at the mountain of a man standing before her. “Ethan hi.” a swarm of butterflies erupted in her stomach as he grinned at her, his blue eyes seemed to shine as he looked down at her. His 6ft 3″ height dwarfed her in comparison. His plain black t-shirt stretched over his chest, his work trousers were just tight enough to give him a bulge. She internally sighed at the sight of him.
“Hey Soph.” His voice kicked her butterflies into overdrive, she stepped aside to let him in and his stomach brushed against her breasts leaving behind a tingle. It has definitely been too long since a man had touched her.
“So John said something’s wrong with your shower?” He called from the bathroom already, it was the 1st door as you walk into her tiny apartment. Sophia took a few deep breaths hoping to calm herself before following him in. Her bathroom was cramped by anyone’s standards, it didn’t even have a sink. She leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed beneath her breasts pushing them up slightly and pulling her tank top down an inch. She tried to lie to herself that it wasn’t intentional, but really who was she kidding?
“Yeah it cut out just as I was about to…” She paused as she felt her cheeks blush. “Get out.” She should have put the shower head back in it’s holder, it lay on the shower floor next to the drain. Maybe he’ll think she was trying to fix it. She cringed inwardly at the thought before the idea took root in her mind and her pussy clenched and her nipples tightened at the thought of him knowing what she did in there, she could feel her nipples straining against the material of her top.
“I’m going to have to pull up the lino and..” He’d turned back to her and his eyes drifted down to her nipples, going back and forth between the two. She glanced down herself, the balls on her piercings bulging out and announcing themselves.
“Floorboards.” His voice had deepened to a growl, her face shot up just in time to see him adjust his trousers as he turned his back on her.
“O-okay, I’ll leave you to it.” Her voice hitched at the same time as her clit pulsed. Definitely a long time.
She’d practically ran to her bedroom, deciding to busy herself with reorganising her clothes draws and closet. She’d left her door ajar in case Ethan needed her, he called out 20 minutes later from the end of the hall way and her breathing quicken back up. She’d never reacted to anyone this way, no one made her nervous and they damn sure didn’t turn her on just by saying her name.
“Sophia?” He repeated.
“Sorry what’s up?” She tried to steel her voice failed miserably.
“There’s a leak under the base of the shower, the pipes are old as fuck so I’ll replace them with flexi pipe but I need to fetch it from the store.” His voice sounded closer but she was to nervous to look at her door, she was sure desire was obvious in her eyes.
“Okay, just leave the front door on the latch so you don’t have to knock.” Forcing a cheery tone as her heart thumped in her chest.
She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when she heard him leave. Taking a few minutes to tidy the rest of her clothes back into her draws, her back hit the foot of her bed as she waited for her heart to calm down. Maybe her friends were right, maybe she needed to sign up to a dating app just to have a little fun, this reaction to the maintenance man couldn’t be natural. But as she remembered him adjusting his trousers in her bathroom her left hand drifted down her chest, her fingers softly rubbing her hardened nipples while her right hand went lower and lower until she cupped her pussy. The heel of her hand rubbing against her clit as her fingers pushed against her grey leggings at the entrance of her pussy. The soft moan that slipped from her lips snapped her out of her fog.
She decided that she had a little time until Ethan came back, maybe a little relief would bring back her common sense. She angled her floor length mirror at the door and sat back down on the floor, reaching under the bed to retrieve the little wooden box she pulled out her small pink bullet vibrator with a grin. Pulling her tank top down to cradle her tits she pinched her nipples softly as her other hand went into the waistband of her leggings, she pressed the soft button to turn the bullet on as she guided it to her already throbbing clit. A small yelp as instant pleasure flooded her, she circled her clit over and over, her quiet moans filling her room.
“Ethan.” slipped from her lips. A ragged breath caught her attention but she didn’t stop, the slow build up to her orgasm was too strong. Her eyes opened a slit as she looked at the mirror, Ethans reflexion stared back at her. He was in her doorway, his own hand beneath his trousers moving up and down at the same pace as her moans. His eyes flicking from her tits to her covered pussy, his chest rising and falling as fast as hers. He was loving it, she’d never masturbated in front of anyone before but she now wished she had, the pleasure was so intense that her moans got louder and her hips bucked. “Oh fuck” she could feel her orgasm, she was so close, “Oh fuck Ethan I’m gonna cum” now she was saying it for him instead of feeding into her own fantasy.
Just as the waves of her orgasm took over her she heard him whisper her name. Her leggings darkened between her legs as she came in floods, her body shuddering with her moans. Her breathing was labored as she came down from ecstasy, still pinching her nipples as she tried to make the feeling last longer. She looked back at the mirror just in time to see Ethan rounding the corner into the bathroom, the door closed with a quiet click.
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