Kelly was returning home after a long and hard day at work. Each day was the same for her, as if she is caught in a loop. Even her free time was dull.
She felt lonely. Her female co workers had their share of men. Whenever they talked about their love lives, Kelly had nothing to say.
She was a beautiful twenty seven year old woman; Not the super model type, but the type you see every day but need time and closeness to appreciate their inner and outer beauty.
Maybe it was because of her lifestyle or simply a misfortune, but at any rate, the men who she met were not the nicest. She preferred loneliness to jerks.
Kelly was feeling horny. When she was entering her apartment, she thought to herself: "At least I can have some alone time to masturbate in peace. That would be relaxing."
As she was getting into the elevator, the janitor informed her that Billy was still cleaning the windows. Billy was the janitor's twenty year old son, who also worked as a janitor. He had learning disability, but was a kind man and good at his job. She remembered some muddy water had splashed from one of the upper floors flower pot yesterday which had made several windows dirty.
Kelly didn't bother to think about that. These kind of petty things happened every day. She was just eager to get home earlier.
She entered her house and went straightly for her bedroom. She was too horny and couldn't wait to get all that stress out of her system. She undressed and began imagining her favorite scenario for masturbation:
She is standing topless in her bedroom, wearing nothing but panties. A handsome stranger enters her room. No word is exchanged between the two sides. The man walks to her and pulls down her panties. She lets him. They begin kissing and making love. The man doesn't use any protection. He penetrates her with his hard long penis, while she doesn't even know who he is and why they are having sex. After a few minutes of pure pleasure, he cums inside her. She enjoys the heat of his cum in her body, not bothering to think about the consequences.
Kelly was imagining that scenario while in reality she was standing in her room with her eyes closed, wearing nothing but panties and playing with her breasts. That scenario did hell of job in arousing her. Now it was time to play with her pussy and head for an orgasm.
As she opened her eyes to start the next level, she saw a man was staring at her. She had imagined the man in her fantasy with different faces, but this was new. His face expressed surprise and even fear, not confidence like she had imagined earlier. But what was he waiting for? He should have walked to her and pulled down her panties with confidence. So why was he just staring at her with a funny face?
It toke her a few seconds until her mind got clear and managed to tell the difference between fantasy and reality. The man wasn't imaginary! He was Billy. He kept staring at her in disbelief while holding a bucket of water.
Kelly screamed! Her scream frightened Billy and he began screaming as well!
She attacked him, kicked the bucket hard and splashed its contents on Billy.
"Get out of my house you pervert!"
Billy ran out of her house.
Kelly was panting. What the hell was going on? How did Billy managed to get in and what was he doing with that bucket?
She finally realized what was going on. She had handed her spare keys to the janitor yesterday. Billy was there to clean the stains. That was what the janitor was talking about but she had missed his point.
Kelly felt ashamed. She dressed up fast and went to find Billy. Since his clothes were dripping, she managed to find him by following the trace. Billy was sitting on the stairs crying.
He tried to explain:
"Miss, I didn't mean to... I just wanted to..."
Kelly hugged him and pushed his head on her chest.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry Billy. You were there to help me. I couldn't notice that at first. I was my fault. Let's go back to my apartment to get you dry."
They got up and headed back.
Kelly was somewhat familiar with Billy's personality. Despite suffering from learning disability, he was a mature responsible man. That is until someone scolded him like a child, like she did earlier. When that happened, maybe he believed he is not a man but a child, and cried like one.