It was nice to be asked to do a piece of plumbing work on my own merit rather than a pretext to get me there for sex, I deluded myself as I dangled, upside down, underneath Hilde's bath to fix a leak. It was a tight fit inside the small and narrow room, it was little more than a corridor with a small plastic bath along the wall to the right, a toilet at the far end and a small sink slung on the wall opposite, under the frosted window.
I was quite proud of myself that I had managed to wedge myself into confined space under the small tub and to have applied my fairly limited level of skill to strip down, clean and replace a leaky seal around the plug hole. I was at the stage of testing and had filled it half full with hot water.
Hilde, pronounced Hilda, is also known as "Frenchie". The thing is, is she is not French, she's Belgian and unlike the other members of the "single mother's" group she is neither single nor a mother, she is, in fact, an "army bride" -- although not actually married. Her "other half" is away for 6-9 months with each posting, he comes back for a few weeks and then disappears merrily off to another. She knows she shares his affections with others like her across Europe but seems content with the arrangement.
Frenchie is not the normal suave and sophisticated European. She is short, barely 5 foot tall, round, dark haired and dark skinned -- the result of a mixed, North African, heritage. She has large hips, a broad backside, chunky thighs and, dare I say, not the overall figure of a super model. Sexy she is not.
She speaks with a thick foreign tone but has more than a good grasp of English. All of that aside she was polite, welcoming and grateful for my efforts that day.
"Frenchie, can you pop in and stand in the bath for me. I need to see if the seal is going to hold." I called down the narrow stair well. I grabbed my torch before resuming my prone position under the bath as Hilde came bounding up the stairs. She was eager to have a bath as this had been a problem for some time.
"My! That's a sight for sore eyes." She said with a chuckle in her voice, eyeing the less than alluring site of my belly hanging over the edge of my light grey jogger bottoms as I stretched under the open side of the bath.
She paused at the door and shuffled.
"What should I do?" She asked as I heard the gentle splash of her climbing into the bath.
"Just do what you would normally do." I called back up as I studied the seal.
"I can't do that, not with you here!" She said suggestively.
I decided to ignore her innuendo and asked myself, "why are bathrooms always so small?" as I wedged myself further under and turned on my side to get a better angle.
I heard the water splash as she moved around and then a cool drip on my right shoulder. I swung out and looked up to see a wet foot dangling over the side of the bath. As I was pinned I decided to check under the remainder of the bath for any other signs of leakage.
I heard the quiet scraping of something against her skin as I searched and guessed, correctly, that she must be shaving her legs. I took my time checking, carefully drying the seal and shining my torch conscientiously. Frenchie shuffled in the bath as I lay prone.
"OK, that's it. I think we've got it cracked!" I exclaimed as I excitedly pulled myself up.
I sat up I turned to face Frenchie, I wasn't sure what to expect but what I saw shook me rigid. She was stood directly facing me, butt naked and shaving her under arms. Her muff was right in front of my face and, God, was it hairy! The dense thicket spread into her inner thighs and virtually hid the puffy slit of her cunt.
She continued and calmly waved the blade up and around her under arm before looking me in straight the eye. I expected her to cover up but she just carried on, she coolly transferred the razor to her left hand and scraped it under her other arm. My jaw must have dropped as I looked her up and down.
She had large, pendulous tits that belayed the rest of her diminutive frame. They hung low and were capped with large brown oriole. Her stomach was less than flat but gave way to her excessively bushy mound and chunky, rippled thighs.Her legs were shaven smooth and shimmered in the stark light reflected from the warm water.
"Well! It's been about a month since I have done all this." She explained in mitigation. I didn't know what to say or do, so I just knelt, open mouthed.
"We'll have to see about that." She said as she acknowledged the growing bulge in my pants.
It seemed that I was developing a raging hard on. In fact by then I had been virtually conditioned to getting a hard on whenever I did a DIY job, mainly as a result of all the voluntary work I had been doing for the single mother's club. Also, the previous weekend my wife had given me a great blow job whilst I had been hanging some shelves.
In an instant she had downed her razor, bobbed down and lunged at the elasticated waistband of my pants. With one forcible tug she pulled both them, and my underwear, down to my knees.
"It looks like a plucked chicken." She laughed as my bald cock flopped into view.
"What on earth have you been doing with it?" She joked.
I just looked back up at her, poker faced. She must have known all about it from the other women in the group, I knew how they all gossiped.
"I heard that you are, up for the unusual, shall we say?" She added with raised eyebrows.
"In you get." She urged as she took a hold of my dick to guide me into the bath.
I almost toppled as I struggled to relieve myself of my pants and socks before she pulled me into the warm water beside her.
"Oooh, spikey!" She remarked as she stroked at my bald ball sack.
"We'll have to get you smooth as a baby again." She said as she grabbed for the razor. It was one of those "bikini line" jobs, with a battery trimmer at the handle end -- that was to come in very handy later.
I am not all that tall but Frenchie barely came to my chest as we stood together in the bath. She turned me around to face her before soaping my balls generously. The liquid gel was cool against my groin, it made me suck in air sharply and my scrotum wrinkle.