I'm 25 years old this year, working as an on-site repairman for a bathroom fixture store. One afternoon, my boss told me to head to Unit 3, Room 301 in XX Community to fix a showerhead. Around three o'clock, I arrived at the residential complex with my tools. After ringing the doorbell, a charming voice came through the intercom, "Who's there?"
"XXX Bathroom Fixtures, here to repair the showerhead."
"Alright, come on in."
The door clicked open. As I climbed the stairs, I thought to myself, judging by the voice, it's probably a young woman. If there's any chance for some "perks" this time, that'd be awesome. Daydreaming, I reached the third floor. The door was slightly ajar. I stepped inside, slipped on disposable slippers, and heard a voice from the bathroom, "You're finally here! It's so hot, and not being able to shower has been driving me crazy. It's all up to you now."
"Sure, let me take a look," I replied as I walked into the bathroom.
Instantly, I froze, feeling a rush of excitement. There, standing at the sink with her back to me, was a stunning young woman with a graceful figure and a voluptuous body, washing her hands. She wore a pink nightgown that faintly revealed the outline of her panties and bra straps. Leaning forward, her peach-shaped hips were accentuated, the curves of her plump buttocks and the deep groove between them making me want to charge in, thrust between those fleshy mounds, and ravage them fiercely.
After finishing at the sink, the beauty turned around elegantly, a slight smile on her face.
"Just woke up from a nap, still a bit groggy, huh?" She stared at me for a moment, as if unsure, then her voice rose with a hint of delight. "Are you Saul?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?" I was a bit puzzled.
"Don't you recognize me? It's Anaya!" she said with a touch of playful reproach.
"Oh, Anaya!? You've gotten even prettier--I didn't even recognize you!"
I was genuinely surprised. Anaya was my junior high classmate, always beautiful, the class goddess. We were desk mates and got along well, but after she went to a different high school and got married right after graduating, we lost touch. I never expected to run into her here. Looking closer, it was definitely her, just fuller now, her figure more developed, her face less angular, which is why I didn't recognize her at first.
We caught up for a bit, easing the awkwardness of not seeing each other for so long. Watching Anaya's radiant smile and graceful demeanor, my heart started to stir. My eyes flicked to the showerhead, and a plan formed.
"Let me fix that showerhead for you," I said casually, shifting the topic as I walked to the shower.
"Oh, sure," Anaya said, moving from the sink to the shower. "This showerhead stopped working, no water comes out, no idea why..."
I knew it was just clogged but didn't say so. Instead, I said, "Let me take it apart and check."
Then, I secretly turned on the shower valve and started unscrewing the showerhead cover.
"Ah!" Anaya let out a yelp as water drenched her. Her nightgown clung to her body, revealing every curve of her sensual figure. Her beige bra and panties were now clearly visible. I quickly shut off the valve.
Since I was standing close, my shirt and pants got soaked too. Anaya crossed her arms over her chest, glanced at herself, then at me, her cheeks flushing red. In a barely audible voice, she said, "We're all wet... better dry off."
She grabbed a towel from the sink and stumbled out of the bathroom.
That's when I noticed the huge tent in my soaked pants--my dick was rock hard. I quickly stripped off my shirt and pants; the wet clothes were uncomfortable. Left in just my straining boxer briefs, I squatted by the shower, staring at it absentmindedly. After a bit, I heard footsteps. I immediately pretended to inspect the shower, squatting there and poking around.
"Oh!" Anaya let out a surprised gasp, probably embarrassed to see me in just my underwear. I turned my head and saw her in a white one-piece nightgown, slightly thicker material that hid whether she was wearing anything underneath. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she covered her mouth with her hand, looking at me with a shy expression.
"Uh... my clothes were wet and uncomfortable, so I took them off..." I said, feigning slight embarrassment.
"Let me hang them up to dry," she said, picking up my discarded clothes and starting to walk out. Probably shy from seeing a man who wasn't her husband half-naked, she seemed eager to leave. But I wasn't going to let her get away that easily.
"Oh, I noticed the valve on the water pipe up there looks rusty. If it's loose, it could affect the showerhead, making the water flow inconsistent. Could you grab a stool for me?"
"Sure, okay," she replied.
She turned and left, returning shortly with a stool. I stepped onto it, and she stood beside me, holding the stool steady, her head slightly turned away, too shy to look directly at my near-naked body. Standing on the stool, I suddenly twisted my foot, pretending to lose balance.
"Ouch, my foot's cramping! Ow! Ow!" I grabbed the water pipe with both hands, my body leaning to the side.
"Ah! Be careful!" She quickly wrapped her arms around me, steadying me to keep me from falling. At that moment, I felt a soft, warm sensation against my butt, with two distinct points brushing against me, tickling...
She wasn't wearing a bra!? The thought hit me, sending a thrill through my body, and my erection surged again. Her arms were wrapped around my lower abdomen, and as my bulge grew, the tip of my cock happened to press right into her palm. The smooth, warm touch of her hand enveloped it, making it swell even more...
"Oh!" Anaya realized what was pressing against her hand.
"Anaya, I... I didn't mean to..." I put on a deeply apologetic act. "You... you're not wearing a bra... and, uh, those were rubbing against my butt, it was too much, I couldn't... couldn't control it, and it just... got hard..."
I turned to look at her. Anaya's face was bright red, her head lowered, silent. She quietly helped me down from the stool. I plopped onto the floor, pretending to rub my leg. After a moment, she looked up, her face still flushed like a ripe little apple--so tempting to take a bite. Even after years of marriage, she was still so innocent...
"Are you feeling okay?" Her voice tried to sound calm but betrayed a slight tremble.
"My leg's cramped, can't put weight on it. I can probably stand, but climbing up and down is out of the question," I continued to bluff.
"Maybe we should just call it a day..."
"No way, if I don't fix this today, you won't be able to shower. That's not happening."
Not happening--I haven't even gotten to feel that big butt of yours yet...
"But with you like this, how can you fix it..."
"You do it!"
"What!? Me!? I don't know how to fix anything..."
"It's fine, just go up and see if the valve turns. I'll hold you steady from here."
As I spoke, I got up and moved to the stool. Maybe she really couldn't stand the idea of going another day without a shower, because after hesitating for a moment, Anaya climbed onto the stool. "You better hold me tight!"
"Don't worry, I've got plenty of strength. Even if you fall, I'll catch you." As I said this, I grabbed hold of her legs.
"Hey! Why are you holding me there!?"
"This way's more secure. I don't want our beautiful lady breaking her butt--that wouldn't look good for your face, would it?"
"Huh? What does my butt have to do with my face?"
"Haven't you heard? A woman's butt is her second face."
"Ugh, you're so... annoying!" Anaya blushed, falling silent as she reached for the valve.
The valve was a bit high. I'm 5'9" and could just reach it from the stool, but Anaya, barely over 5'3", couldn't.
"Loosen your grip a bit!"
I was holding her long legs, slightly distracted by her peach-shaped hips, and eased my hold at her words. She lifted her heels slightly, straightening her legs, which made her butt look even perkier. But even on tiptoes, she couldn't reach. She leaned forward more, lifting her heels higher, her nightgown clinging tightly to her hips, the curves of her buttocks clearly outlined.
It looked like she wasn't wearing panties--an electrifying discovery. Under the tight nightgown, a slight ridge with a slit appeared between her buttocks, the butterfly-like curve and mysterious valley utterly captivating. Instinctively, my hands moved to the hills on either side of that valley. Soft, smooth, and elastic, my hands sank deep into her flesh through the nightgown.
"Hey! What are you doing!" Anaya noticed my intrusion.
"You're on your toes, so holding your butt like this is safer," I mumbled nonsense, my hands savoring the warmth of her perfect hips.
"Don't... you can't just hold someone's butt like that... let go..." Her voice trembled.
I noticed a wet patch on her nightgown between her buttocks. "I'm just thinking of your safety. What if you fall?"
Unfazed, my hands remained buried in her soft flesh.
"Saul... don't do this, let go, I have a husband..." Anaya started to struggle, her hips twisting left and right, which only made it feel like my hands were kneading her butt...
"Ah... I... I was just trying to hold you steady... but you're twisting like that, I can't take it..."
My cock was burning hot, my underwear couldn't contain it anymore, and the tip poked out. I just yanked off my briefs, my cock standing straight up, aimed at that wet slit, ready to charge at any moment...
"Look, you're making me so swollen down there with all that twisting!"
"Ah!!!" Anaya glanced back and saw the menacingly erect beast. Her legs went weak, and she started to fall from the stool. I stepped forward, grabbed her waist, and pulled her back toward me. We both tumbled down.
"Ah..." Anaya let out a moan. I felt my cock enveloped by a warm, wet sensation, squeezing from all sides, my whole cock tingling with pleasure. Looking forward, I saw, by some crazy chance, my cock had slid through her nightgown, right into her panty-less pussy. After all the stimulation on the stool, her pussy was drenched with juices, and my cock, along with the silky fabric of her nightgown, had plunged deep inside...
"Ah... Anaya, your pussy's so tight! I can't believe you're still this tight after being married for so long. Does your husband not fuck you much?" I teased as I started thrusting my hips.
"Ah... no... Saul, please, I don't want to betray my husband... ah... ah... pull it out... sob..." Anaya started crying...
I panicked a bit, my lust-clouded mind clearing slightly, but I wasn't ready to give up. "Anaya, pull what out? You've gotta be clear, or how am I supposed to know what to pull?"
"Sob... that thing of yours..."
"Which thing? You don't say it clearly, I'm not pulling anything!"
"It's... it's... your cock..." Anaya's face flushed red down to her neck. "Oh, your cock... pull it out from where?"
"From..." Anaya struggled to say it.
"Say it!" I smacked her butt twice, the "slap slap" sound insanely arousing. I felt her pussy clamp down, more juices flowing, dripping along the hem of her white nightgown...
"From... from my pussy... I can't take it, please pull it out!"
I stopped thrusting. Anaya, still enveloping my cock through her nightgown, sat on my thighs, panting softly.
