Six months and it was finally ready to use. Jenny and Eddie, my next-door neighbors had come in a number of times to check out my progress. They’re a younger couple, mid thirties, two careers, no kids. You know the type. They’ve been living next to us for almost three years now. Eddie isn’t a bad guy. He just isn’t very handy. A few months ago they had a washing machine hose burst and Jenny came running over for emergency help. Eddie couldn’t even seem to figure out how to shut the water off to the machine for gods sake. No, he’s not exactly what I’d call handy.
Jenny in many ways is more handy than Eddie is. She’s taken a keen interest in my bathroom project with the idea that she might like to try and redo one of her own bathrooms. She’s crawled into the crawlspace with me to see how I modified the floor joists, watched me apply the heated floor tapes, floor tile and wall tile. She, not Eddie, helped me carry the vanity in one evening and set it in place and then stayed and watched while I installed the sink top and hooked everything up. I was more than willing to show her how it all worked, but I doubted that she’d really have the skills to do a bathroom tile job without a LOT of help.
“Hey Robert!” Jenny called as I was dragging the packaging cardboard from the new stool out to the garbage cans.
“Hey Jen. How’s it going today?” I asked, looking over at her as she stood in the yard near one of her many gardens. She had on a tank top that was pretty much glued to her body with sweat, her easily C cup tits pushing the front out in two large mounds with prominent bumps in the material where her nipples would be. As she walked toward me, even from thirty plus feet away I could tell she didn’t have a bra on, given the way each sexy breast wiggled with each step, as if the damp top being partly translucent didn’t already tell me that. Her shorts were, well, short. If they were any shorter or tighter, they wouldn’t have legs at all. Yeah, she was definitely a looker on a slow day, and in this outfit I had to admit that my dick started to harden in my shorts almost immediately.
“Hot. I wanted to get some of this gardening done, but it’s just miserably hot out. How about you?”
“Pretty good. I’m declaring my project done.” I answered with a smile as I stood and watched her walk toward me, my cock getting harder in my shorts with each step she took.
“Yeah? I bet Anne’s happy about that.”
“She will be when she gets back. She’s out of town for a few days.” I answered as she stopped less than a dozen feet away from me.
“So do I get to see?” She asked as I tried not to stare at her breasts, now showing much more plainly through the wet material of her white tank top.
“Uh. Sure. If you want.” I answered, having to take a few fractions of a second to drag my brain from her tits to what she was saying.
“Cool!” she answered, turning to start walking toward the house. “I’m really looking forward to seeing how those body sprays came out.”
“Yeah. Sure. I don’t think I had them fully installed last time you saw it.” I said, having to walk fast to actually catch up with her. I couldn’t help but watch her ass wiggle side to side with each step, my brain jumping to dirty old man mode, wondering how firm it would be if I reached out and squeezed it. My cock was already rock hard in my shorts when she stopped to bend over and take off her shoes. Her shorts pulled tightly to her pussy as she bent over to untie her sneakers, almost pulling in between her lips as she kicked off her dirty sneakers. She straightened up and stepped into the house without even looking back, heading down the hall toward the master bedroom and bathroom.
Now when I do a project I really do it all the way. The shower was no exception. A doorless walk-in shower with digital temperature controls for each of the two identical multifunction shower heads, body sprays and hand wands. It was some of the best stuff Delta had to offer.
“Wow. This is REALLY nice!” she said as she stepped into bathroom with the new five by ten foot shower cubicle. She ran her hands across the tile and the transition to and from the six inch band of glass accent tiles midway up the wall before turning the control selector knob above the flow control knob. “Nice! Can I turn it on?”
“If you want. Just be careful you don’t get soaked. You have the body spray selected at the moment.”
“Oh. We wouldn’t want that.” She said a she stepped back.
“You can turn it on, just turn that top knob back straight up so it’s only the shower head.”
“But then the side spray’s don’t work?”
“No. But you won’t get wet either.” I chuckled.
“Have you used them yet?”
“Actually, I haven’t.” I admitted. “I’ve just run them to make sure they work and don’t leak.”
“Well, we should then!” she said with a grin. In one surprising and quick motion she turned toward me and pulled the white tank top up her body and over her head, tossing it past me to land on the bathroom floor near the sink. I stared at her evenly tanned tits, easily a C cup, maybe even more, each with a large pink puckered areola covering a good portion of the front of each sexy breast. Her nipples were every bit as hard as my dick felt, each as big around as my pinky and protruding out nearly twice that much. I really didn’t have time to even think to protest before she was unsnapping her shorts and pushing them down. She turned away and bent over, her almost completely bare ass sticking out at me, except for a few tiny strings attached to a white thong panty, that had pulled down nearly to her thighs as she pulled her shorts down. She stepped out of the denim micro shorts and tossed them toward her shirt before reaching up and skimming her panties off a moment later. Still bent over to pull the tiny panties over her feet, her bare ass and clean shaved pussy lips pushed out at me from between her muscular thighs, her lips full and round with only a small amount of delicate looking inner lip protruding.