隣人の修理

Lena had always thought of herself as a decent girl, but that sticky, sweltering evening changed everything. Her neighbor Greg—a solid, forty-something guy with a contractor's build—stood in the hallway looking lost. "Hey, Lena, the pipe under my bathroom sink is leaking like a sieve, and the wife's out of town. You've got the magic touch. Mind giving me a hand?" She smiled and followed him, hyper-aware of how her short skirt hugged her hips with every step.

The bathroom was a sauna—hot, humid, and cramped. Greg bent over the pipe, his broad back flexing under his t-shirt. Lena crouched beside him, trying to focus on the job, but her eyes kept drifting to his wide shoulders and the thick veins in his forearms. When she reached past him for the wrench, her breast brushed against his thigh. He went still. "Sorry…" she whispered, but instead of answering, he laid a hot, calloused palm on her waist.

The air grew thick. Lena felt the wet heat bloom between her legs. Greg turned slowly, his eyes dark and hungry. "God, you're gorgeous, Lena…" His voice dropped. "Why don't you really help me out?" His fingers were already hitching up her skirt, slipping under the thin cotton of her panties. She didn't push him away. His tongue shoved into her mouth, rough and demanding, while his thick fingers spread her slick lips and pushed deep into her soaking wet pussy.

Lena moaned, gripping the edge of the tub for balance. Greg yanked her panties down in one swift tug, dropped to his knees, and dove into her slit like a starving man, lapping ravenously at her clit. His tongue worked her without mercy, making her tremble and drench his chin. Just as she was about to come apart, he rose, hauled out his thick, pulsing cock, and slammed into her from behind. Every stroke hammered deep, his heavy balls slapping against her slick folds. Lena screamed, her cunt clenching around him in waves, until his hot cum erupted inside her, flooding every inch.

She helped him with the pipe. And he helped her forget all about being decent.