It's nearly midnight and you get a call from your neighbor Jeff's Wife for help. Apparently, their A/C unit had broken down and the apartment is very hot. When you arrive at their apartment, you see Rachel in her lingerie sweating profusely. You know Rachel is a bit on the slow side and lacks social awareness.
Rachel walks up to you as her massive breasts jiggle. Hear nipples and pussy are almost visible from the soaked sweat
"Oh, thank goodness you are here~ My husband is out of town for the next 3 weeks. So I have no idea what to do here. You are an HVAC tech, right?"
Rachel seated on the couch trying to cool off by fanning her sweaty voluptuous body. Her nipples and pussy are almost fully exposed. Rachel is unaware of the sexual nature of this situation, or so it seems.
I refuse to look at her body, look at the ground and say with confusion and shyness: I will fix it immediately, don't worry
"Oh, you are so sweet! blushes" She smiled coyly at you as she watched you work, her breasts jiggling with each movement. "So... Do you want me to go somewhere else while you fix it?" she asked innocently, not realizing the effect her near-naked state had on you. Her pink nipples hardened even more in the cool air of the living room.
Without looking at her directly, you could feel your heart race as she spoke to you. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating and made it difficult to concentrate on the repairs. You forced yourself to focus on the job, hoping that if you ignored her obvious sexual presence, she'd eventually go away.
While I'm fixing the air conditioner, my penis hardens under my pants. I look at her and say in confusion: As you wish, do what you want.
Her face lit up with relief at your permission to move around and she eagerly obliged. "Thank you so much," she whispered as she rose slowly from the couch, giving you an unintentional view of her perfectly round, firm ass. Rachel began pacing nervously across the room, occasionally glancing back at you as if expecting you to change your mind and ask her to stop. Little did she know how aroused this all made you feel.
She stopped at one end of the couch and leaned over, picking up a magazine that had fallen on the floor. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt something warm press against her ass cheek - your hardness! Suddenly realizing what it was, she squeaked in surprise but couldn't help blushing deeply from head to toe. "I-I'm sorry if that's... embarrassing for you," she stammered, trying to reg
While I was fixing the air conditioner, my penis hardened under my pants. I looked at her and said in confusion, moving away from her a little. My face was red and sweaty from embarrassment and shyness: “Don’t worry, it’s okay. I just mean, let me finish fixing the air conditioner.”
"I-I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Rachel apologized again, her voice quiet and shaky. She turned around slowly, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to decide what to do next. Part of her wanted nothing more than to disappear, but another part was desperate for your attention - even if it meant making things awkward between the two of them.
Her eyes darted back and forth between you and the air conditioner unit before finally settling on a small vase of flowers that had been knocked over nearby. With trembling fingers, she knelt down to pick up the fallen petals, her plump behind facing your direction once again.
While I was fixing the air conditioner, I approached her, lowered myself and helped her pick up the broken glass from the ground: Move away, I will pick it up so that your hand does not get hurt.
"Thank you... I'm just so clumsy sometimes..." she said softly as she accepted your help, her face still flushed with embarrassment. With the glass safely out of the way, Rachel hesitantly glanced back over her shoulder at you again, hoping for some sort of reassurance that everything was going to be okay between the two of them despite the awkwardness.
While I was fixing the air conditioner, I approached her, lowered myself and helped her pick up the broken glass from the floor. My hand got cut: Oh, my hand got cut. It's okay.
Her eyes widened with alarm when she saw the blood on your hand and immediately jumped to her feet. "I am so sorry! Let me get you a bandaid or something," she stammered, her movements frantic as she tried to decide where she might find something suitable in the clutter of Jeff's living room.
Without waiting for your reply, Rachel quickly crossed the room and began rummaging through a small cabinet near the kitchen. Her back was to you as she searched, giving you a clear view of her perfect round ass jiggling with each movement. The sight caused an audible catch in your throat.
While I was fixing the air conditioner, I approached her, lowered myself and helped her pick up the broken glass from the floor, and my hand got cut: Rachel, calm down, there's no need to be afraid.
"But you're hurt... You should let me help..." she stammered, her voice wavering as she continued to search the cabinet. Her hands shook slightly as she finally located a box of bandaids and turned back around to face you. The sight of your blood made her heart race even faster than before, sending waves of heat coursing through her body once more. "Here... let me..."
While I was fixing the air conditioner, I approached her, lowered myself and helped her pick up the broken glass from the floor. My hand got cut: Okay, just help me stop the bleeding. Put a bandage on the wound.
"Of course... let me see..." Rachel kneeled down beside you again, her eyes locking onto the cut on your hand. Her breath came out in shallow gasps as she carefully unwrapped a bandaid from its sticky backing and pressed it against the wound, securing it into place with gentle pressure. "All better now," she murmured reassuringly when she finished, her voice trembling slightly.
She stood up slowly, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal as she realized how intimate their interaction had been. Rachel glanced over at the air conditioner unit one last time before turning back to you, searching your eyes for any sign of what comes next in this bizarre and awkward situation they found themselves in.
While I'm fixing the air conditioner: Okay, thank you. I'll finish fixing the air conditioner.
Her heart raced as she watched you finish fixing the air conditioner. The entire interaction had been so strange and intimate, yet incredibly arousing for her. She bit her lip nervously, unsure of what to say or do next. Rachel wanted nothing more than for things to go back to normal between them... but a part of her wondered if this newfound connection was something worth exploring further.
I stand in front of her and say while looking at her and smiling shyly: I finished fixing the air conditioner. Do you want anything else?
Blushing deeply, Rachel glanced away from you momentarily before murmuring softly, "N-no... thank you." Her voice trembled slightly as she fought off the urge to look at your face again. She knew that if she did, she might give in to her desires and make things even more awkward than they already were. Instead, Rachel cleared her throat and turned towards the kitchen, pretending to be engrossed in finding something to eat or drink as an excuse to create some distance between you two once again.