It was the third day of three builders working on the apartment below mine. They'd all seen me masturbate through the fog of my shower glass, and one had seen me completely full frontal after my towel dropped. There was no coming back.
I decided to tackle things head on. I prepared four coffees to take downstairs first thing in the morning before any of them could come up to use my bathroom again. I wore a modest white shift dress with a high neck and no sleeves. It fell just past mid-thigh. I felt it sent a message of purity to balance out the...less than pure vibes I had sent over the last two days.
Though white, the material was fully opaque so I could get away without wearing a bra underneath. I had on modest full coverage underwear too, but just before I left my apartment, I placed the tray of coffees down on my entry table and pulled my underwear off. It was crazed and ill-thought out, but I figured my dress hid everything anyway. And it meant I could enjoy feeling sexy, without actually showing anything to the men today. Or at least that's what I rationalized in my still-crazed state.
The door to Adam's apartment was open when I came downstairs and although I couldn't see anyone, I could hear the builders talking. I froze in the hallway when I realized they were talking about me.
"Do you think she's having a shower again?" One gruff voice asked.
"If she wants a shower, I can give her one," a second voice answered. His tone was dark. It made me shiver.
The first man chuckled. "I was tempted yesterday afternoon. She could've woken up with cum all over her back."
"You should go up now and make her beg for it."
"Fuck ye--"
"Vince! Elliott!" Barked a third voice -- he was the only one I recognized. "Why aren't you working?"
"Just need a quick bathroom break..." The first man said.
"No you don't, Vince. Finish the foundation, then you can go get your reward."
"But--"
"You saw her in the shower. The stupid slut is desperate for it. She'll be ready to go any time of day. The work comes first."
There was some grumbling followed by dragging footsteps. I waited a minute or two before continuing to the open door. Two of the coffees spilled into the tray -- my hands were shaking.
At the door I had a better view inside the apartment. I could see the third man, the one who had seen my towel drop yesterday, on his back underneath the kitchen sink. Past the kitchen and the living room, I could see the other two men working outside.
I cleared my throat politely and the man pulled his head out from under the sink. When he saw me, he smiled wide. "Morning, sweetie."
"I-- I-- I brought coffee."
He jumped to his feet, discarding a spanner on the kitchen floor. He beckoned me in, took the tray of coffee from my hands, placed it on the kitchen counter and then passed one to me. "Did you sleep well?" he asked.
I blushed, remembering how he saw me sleeping naked in my bed yesterday and remembering his note on my nightstand that read: Good girl. "Y-yes. Thank you." I eyed the open cabinet under the sink where he'd come from. "Is Adam doing the kitchen now too?"
The man laughed. "No. He visited yesterday afternoon to check in and was convinced our work in the bathroom weakened the pressure in his kitchen tap. I think he's just avoiding paying more for an existing problem. He's a real piece of work."
"He's always nice to me."
The man ran his eyes down my body. "I wonder why."
His earlier words rang in my ear. He was being nice to me too but just minutes ago he was calling me a stupid desperate slut. "So," I said, trying to keep things casual despite my heated red face, "what have you got planned for today?"
"Elliott and Vince are finishing the foundation of the extension outside and I'm stuck with the odd jobs." He cocked his head. "Actually, I could use your help."
"Sure," I said eagerly. "I'll do anything."
The man smirked. "Oh I know you will, sweetie."
I didn't think it was possible for my face to get any hotter but it did.
"Here," he said, backing up to the sink. "I need you to keep pressure on the tap while I work below."
I approached and placed my coffee down beside the sink. I put one hand on top of the long, rounded spout, unsure what I was doing. "Like this?"
He took my hand and lowered it along the length of the tap spout until I was gripping the base. Then he grabbed my other hand and ran it along the length too until it rested just above my first. "Grip it tight," he said. "So the tap won't burst.
I nodded and followed instruction, even though I didn't really understand how the tap could burst and what my hands were possibly doing to stop it.
He removed his hands from mine and stood behind me. One of his large boots tapped the inside of my ankle, pushing my leg out. He did it again only this time he leaned into my ear and whispered at the same time: "Wider."
Fuck. Of course I obeyed again. Though I hadn't even considered what was obviously coming next.
He lowered to the floor behind me, flopping down on his back -- ready to re-enter the cabinet below the sink...which was now only accessible through my legs. I was half regretful, half grateful for leaving my underwear upstairs. He was about to find out I came down here commando. So much for a pure image today.
He hooked his hands around my ankles and slid beneath me, stopping just short of actually entering the cabinet. I knew now he could see my cunt spread open for him. Already wet from the feel of it.
"A little more, sweetie," he said, staring straight up my skirt.
I obeyed immediately, widening my legs and spreading myself even more for his eyes.
"That's it," he said encouragingly. "You're always such a good girl for me."
I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything.
"What's your name?" he asked casually as if I wasn't spread-eagle above him, letting him stare inside of me.
"S-- Sadie."
"I'm Dev," he said. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Then, he pulled himself into the cabinet, leaving his chest, rather than his head, between my legs.
I exhaled. I was so aroused, I was worried I might drip onto him. I was humiliated too by how readily I obeyed him. He already thought I was a stupid slut and here I was proving him right. Here I was, ready to do whatever he said.
"Is any water coming out?" he called out, still within the cabinet.
I checked the tap. "No."
"Not even a drip?"
I leaned in, looking closer at the spout opening. "I don't think so."
