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.
“Jesus Jenny!” I blurted as she turned to face me, giving me a view of her completely nude body from tip to toe. Her tits swayed and wiggled slightly as they came to rest after her sudden turn, leaving me having to decide whether to stare at her incredibly sexy breasts or her completely shaved mound and pussy.
“What? Never seen a naked woman before?”
“Um. Yeah, but not in my shower. Except for my wife of course.”
“Well, how can I see how it works if I’m dressed. For that matter, how are you going to be in here if you’re still dressed?”
“Uh. Um. Who said anything about getting into the shower naked with you?” I asked in shock.
“What? You bashful?” she asked with a laugh as she turned the knob to select the body sprays, the two little aimable heads popping out of the wall and adding to the cascade of water coming from the main head.
“Well, somewhat.” I said, still clearly shocked by her actions, but not so much that I wasn’t going to look at her definitely sexy body. “But won’t Eddie be upset with you naked in my shower?”
“Oh. I doubt Eddie will care. It’s just a shower. Not like I haven’t been naked in front of other men before.”
“You’ve been naked in front of other guys?”
“Uh huh. No big deal.” She said with a smile, stepping to the second shower head and turning it on as well. She adjusted the temperature on the second control and then turned that body spray on as well creating a cascade from above and the two sides of the cubicle. “Well? You coming in?”
“Not dressed!” I answered.
“So? Undress.”
“I don’t think my wife would like that.”
“Come on Robert! It’s not like I’m inviting you to fuck me. It’s just a shower!” She said with a hint of either exasperation or amusement in her voice. I couldn’t quite decide which.
“Yeah but…” I said as she stepped to where I was standing. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me into the spray. In moments my clothes were soaked as I stood in the combination of sideways and downward sprays.
“Well, might as well take em off now, since they’re already soaked and all.” She said with a girlish laugh.
“Jesus Jenny.” I swore quietly, not at all sure how to respond to her surprising actions.
“What? Need help? Okay.” She said as she reached for the tail of my t-shirt and pulled it up. “Come on. Help me out!” she coaxed. I waited until the look on her face finally did turn to irritation and then with a sigh, finally lifted my arms so she could pull my shirt up. Her smile returned as she tossed my soaked shirt on the floor with a loud plop of wet before she squatted down in front of me, her hands going to my shorts. I couldn’t help but look down at her as she squatted in front of me, her knees pushed apart, her shaved mound clearly visible past her big tits, hanging down with water streaming off of them. As she pulled my shorts and boxers down my unsurprisingly hard dick popped free, nearly slapping her in the face as she leaned a little closer to push them down to my ankles. “Shoes? Really?”
“Um. Yeah.” I answered, feeling a little embarrassed as my hardon brushed against her face and hair as she worked to take my shoes and socks off. She finally pulled my pants off over my feet, leaving me as naked as she was.