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I was still in my pyjamas when he knocked on the door to my apartment. I’ve been up an hour and well, it’s a Sunday and I forgot all about him. There he was with his little bag of tools and in his mess about clothes, come to fix my water pressure. It’s so handy having someone like him for a neighbour, I’m hopeless when it comes to things like that. “Hello, come in.” These pyjamas, the ones with the pink teddies were made for someone a bit less buxom than me. His eyes don’t know where to look, face – boobs – face – boobs. He’s got that look of ambiguity, that’s saying I’m a gentleman, but… It’s OK, I’ll let him off. He’s doing me a favour, after all. “Can I get you a coffee? I just got a fresh pot on.” Fiddling with his bag of wrenches and so on, choosing the right one, but he can’t take his eyes off me! Does my bum look big in these ‘jamas? He takes a sip of coffee and rokettube then he’s under my sink. Hmmm… that gives me the opportunity to look at his bare stomach and that cute row of hairs on hair on his abs. Clunk, knock, bang, wrench, bang. “Are you all right under there?!” I thought he just had to turn a tap or something. Still what do I know! Can I try the water now? “Ooh yes, that’s much better!” He stands up and looks pleased with himself. “Ah thanks so much.” Do I offer him a biscuit? Don’t suppose I should insult him, by offering a fiver. “I’ve got a Bourbon Cream, if you would like one.” No, OK. “Have a top up of coffee then.” Why does his eyes keep looking down there. I look down and oh frig! A button’s come undone. I think I’m flashing my Lucy! Because my pyjama bottoms are a bit tight, it’s quite noticeable. He’s seen my landing strip and everything. asyalı porno He’s spotted that I’ve spotted that he’s seen my pubes. Now there’s that awkward moment when I’m wondering whether to laugh it off, politely excuse myself to rearrange things or just brazenly carry on like a slut. That’s easy. I’ll go with the latter. I’m not easy, but I’m definitely a slut and in a funny way it’s a bit of a turn on. “So what would you normally be doing on a Sunday?” I nonchalantly fiddle with my pyjama top as he tries to answer, sip coffee and mentally undress me all at the same time. Oops silly me, a button comes undone. Now he can see my cleavage too. He’s suddenly hopping from foot to foot, standing awkwardly and holding his coffee… shielding his semi on! I think I’m giving off those mixed messages somewhere between ‘come and get it’ and azeri porno ‘oi watch it matey!’ We do that all the time. It’s called girl power. I know what he’s thinking. It’s his lucky day or I’m just a prick teaser. Maybe I’ll let him wonder a bit longer. Undoing another button would be a bit too obvious. I know… “I think I’ll have a biscuit. Sure you don’t want one?” I lean over to reach the biscuit barrel, which has found its way behind the microwave. That should give him a nice view of my bum. Ummm… Custard Cream or Bourbon? Don’t rush it Danny. I turn round and he’s gone a bit red and there’s a definite bulge in those working trousers, with the big pockets. And that’s definitely not a Phillip’s Screwdriver! He tries to concentrate on the story he’s telling me, as I separate the two halves of the sweet biscuit and lick the side with the cream on. He pauses. He seems to have lost his train of thought. “Go on, I’m listening.” Maybe I will undo that next button. Is it me, or is he breathing a bit heavy. A fit man like him too. “Would you like a glass of water?” There you go. I look up at him with my sweetest blonde look.
