Even though Em had lived on her own for about a year, she still knew nothing about plumbing and house repair. Her shower wasn’t working and although she had called her landlord almost a week ago, it was still broken. He had promised to send his son, the building manager, by Friday but it was now Tuesday.
Em had resorted to showering at friends' and her boyfriend’s place. But this morning she had woken up late for work, in serious need of a shower. She remembered a friend who loved taking “bird baths.”
“Just clean the important bits,” her friend had said, “pits, tits, ass, and pussy.”
As Em chugged her coffee in the kitchen, she found herself inching closer to the sink. She took off her pajama shirt and began scrubbing at her armpits and massaging her breasts with dish soap over the sink. She rinsed off feeling genuinely cleaner. She stripped off her panties before wetting a hand towel and getting to work cleaning her ass and pussy. She found herself moaning slightly as she ground her pussy against the towel.
It was at this moment that the building manager began knocking on the door. Em froze, with her hand squarely between her thighs and completely naked.
“Coming!” she yelled out, as she scrambled to get her clothes back on. She laughed to herself, wishing she had had the time to cum. She ran to open the door, and was immediately struck by the man she saw before her.
At six-feet-tall with short black hair, he was an impressive figure. He was thin and wiry, but something about him belied his strength. “Hello ma’am, sorry to startle you. I’m Andy, and I was told you’re having some trouble with your shower. Can I please take a look?”
Em was surprised by his professional demeanor. But that did little to mask her frustration. “Yeah, you know where it is. I’ve gotta get ready for work,” she said as she turned towards her bedroom, leaving him standing in the doorway. He watched as she walked away in her thin cotton panties and oversized t-shirt. He noticed a familiar strain in his jeans.
Andy quickly got to work, and was able to resolve the problem himself without needing a plumber. It was a tight shower space, made more difficult by his height. He had to adjust the shower head so that he could stand. An hour later, he called Em over to show her a working shower. Andy found himself enjoying how delicious she looked in her work clothes. She seemed unimpressed with his speed and he found himself feeling nervous around her. As he turned on the shower, he realized he had forgotten to re-adjust the shower head and ended up drenching Em completely.
Her mood shifted immediately. She quietly pinned him against the shower wall, grabbing his bulge in one hand. “You useless, fucking asshole. How could you fuck up my morning any more?” she said, as she twisted his balls in her hand. “I should show you how you deserve to be treated.” She slapped him hard across the face then pushed him to his knees, releasing her death grip on his package. She wordlessly lifted her skirt, pulled her thong to the side and said, “Eat me,” as she shoved her cunt in his face.
Andy greedily lapped at her wet pussy, as she grabbed for her phone. “Yes, I’m so sorry but I have a house emergency. My shower is busted and there’s water everywhere. I’ll be in right after lunch. Alright, thank you, Julia,” Em spoke calmly and clearly. As soon as she hung up, her voice changed, “Get up. Follow me. Slut. You are mine til lunchtime,” Em barked as she led him by his cock to her bedroom.