After a late night out with the girls, it feels great to sleep in. Those male strippers at the club really got your blood flowing last night and the dreams you had all night did nothing to calm you down. You lay in bed for a few minutes, then decide to get into the shower and start your day.
What has slipped your mind, however, is that the apartment maintenance man, Jim, made an appointment with you for 10am today to fix that drip in the bathroom faucet. And just as you turn on the water for your shower, he is walking up to your door.
After a few knocks, that get no answer, he lets himself in, assuming no one is home.
Meanwhile, the hot water and the hotter memories from last night have you slowly washing, or perhaps enjoying, your body. The soap covers your tits and your hands do a bit more squeezing than washing.
Jim walks down the hallway and as he approaches the bathroom, he hears the water running through the half-closed door. He is just about to call out to you, but instead, takes a peek through the door, and through the glass shower doors.
As he does, you have just put your left foot up on the ledge and your left hand is sliding down from your soapy tits, past your belly, and covering your pussy, slowly sinking your middle finger between the lips as you lean against the wall and close your eyes.
Jim cannot believe what he is seeing. After all these months of trying to get a view of your body, sometimes even making excuses to stop by and see you, finally there you are, fondling yourself in the shower just a few feet away.
