Fired!
After another bout of sleep, I wake up and proceed to change the beddings that had become soiled with body fluids from yesterday's affair. I phone and order pizza, then take a long refreshing shower.
While in the shower, I hear someone knocking. "Yes, come in!" I yell. "I'm in the shower."
I hear a woman's voice say, "Your order sir!"
I open the shower door slightly and stick my head out. A woman with shoulder-length dark hair in matching green mesh tech jacket and overpants is standing in the doorway with a box of pizza. "Just a sec." I say as move back in and hurriedly dry myself with the towel. I then wrap the towel around my lower body and step out.
I search for my wallet and hand her the cash. She hands me a pen and a sheet of paper. "Sign here please sir." I glance at her as I receive the pen. The name tag on her jacket reads, "Brianna". The smell of fresh lemon assaults my nostrils. I notice that she has unzipped her jacket halfway, revealing a yellow sports bra. My cock also notices and is slightly aroused, causing a slight tenting in my towel. She apparently notices and turns away.
"Thanks, Brianna," I say. She nods slightly and exits, closing the door behind her. I slip into a pair of baggy shorts and open the box of pizza. I snatch a slice of pizza. Just then, I hear a knock on the door. "Come in," I call out.
It is Brianna who enters. She has now a motorcycle helmet on, which she hastily takes off. "I'm sorry to disturb you but can I use you phone? Mine ran out of juice minutes ago."
"Why? What's the problem?" I ask. She appears to be sweating profusely and her jacket is now completely unzipped.
"Mind if I take this off?" She asks, but proceeds to undo her jacket without waiting for my reply. "The motorcycle would not start and I have to call for a ride back and a mechanic." I hand her my cellphone and she begins her call. I could not help but admire her well-toned upper body.
I was wondering if my mechanical interest and the little experience I have with machines would be enough to help her.
Should I offer to help?
While in the shower, I hear someone knocking. "Yes, come in!" I yell. "I'm in the shower."
I hear a woman's voice say, "Your order sir!"
I open the shower door slightly and stick my head out. A woman with shoulder-length dark hair in matching green mesh tech jacket and overpants is standing in the doorway with a box of pizza. "Just a sec." I say as move back in and hurriedly dry myself with the towel. I then wrap the towel around my lower body and step out.
I search for my wallet and hand her the cash. She hands me a pen and a sheet of paper. "Sign here please sir." I glance at her as I receive the pen. The name tag on her jacket reads, "Brianna". The smell of fresh lemon assaults my nostrils. I notice that she has unzipped her jacket halfway, revealing a yellow sports bra. My cock also notices and is slightly aroused, causing a slight tenting in my towel. She apparently notices and turns away.
"Thanks, Brianna," I say. She nods slightly and exits, closing the door behind her. I slip into a pair of baggy shorts and open the box of pizza. I snatch a slice of pizza. Just then, I hear a knock on the door. "Come in," I call out.
It is Brianna who enters. She has now a motorcycle helmet on, which she hastily takes off. "I'm sorry to disturb you but can I use you phone? Mine ran out of juice minutes ago."
"Why? What's the problem?" I ask. She appears to be sweating profusely and her jacket is now completely unzipped.
"Mind if I take this off?" She asks, but proceeds to undo her jacket without waiting for my reply. "The motorcycle would not start and I have to call for a ride back and a mechanic." I hand her my cellphone and she begins her call. I could not help but admire her well-toned upper body.
I was wondering if my mechanical interest and the little experience I have with machines would be enough to help her.
Should I offer to help?