After placing three calls for help on a local social media site, I was ready to give up. Five people replied and said they could help me fix my dryer — none showed up. Frustrated, I chose to catch some Florida sun nude on my deck. Just as I felt the full body warmth of the sun penetrate and relax me, the doorbell rang. I sighed and chose to ignore it. It rang again. “Coming,” I shouted in a less than pleasant tone. Though I debated answering the door nude and hoping a hot, horny, and barely dressed woman waited for me, I put on a snug T shirt and struggled into some shorts as I walked.

A hot and barely dressed woman smiled nervously when I opened the door. Her big tits were barely wrapped in a yellow bikini top that captured my eyes and tongue. “Hi. I’m your new neighbor, Teri. Moved in last week and just got my wi fi going.” She scanned me as I scanned her. She paused and gulped when she locked on to my bulging shorts. Her brows rose; she licked her lips, then forced her eyes up. After a quick gulp and bawdy decision, she pulled her shorts up so they split her swelling labia. Though I tried not to react, her meaty camel toe made my cock pulse. “I, uh, I logged on to my NEXTDOOR account and saw your calls for help. When I looked at your profile, I saw you were immediately next door so I figured this was a great way to meet a new neighbor — by offering my help.” Her eyes bounced down to my pulsing shorts. They pulsed again. Her embarrassed blue eyes made me smile at the beauty. “By the way, I saw I was on YOUR wi fi. You may want to put a password on it unless you want to share it with all your neighbors.”

“Well thanks for the heads up. I’m Alphonse, AL. Great to meet you. Come in. I don’t know if you can help me, but all you need are good knees and back. Mine are strained, but yours look great. I can walk you through it if you want to help.” Her nipples poked against her top — a great sign in Florida heat. She caught me staring at her developed camel toe and looked away. Too soon? My heart raced and my cock throbbed when I made out her inner lips and the dent her swollen clit made. She also had to be commando. A nervous sweat formed on my brow. “May I get you an iced tea or something stronger?”

“Not now, Al. Maybe later? I’m very handy.” I hoped that were true. “How can I help you?”

“The dryer belt broke a year ago and I refuse to let the appliance guy rip me off at $250 for a ten-minute repair. I already replaced the rollers and an idler pulley, but I can’t get the belt over the motor pulley alone. That’s all I need you to do as I hold the drum in place. I can handle putting it back together after that. Maybe you want your husband to do this instead?” So subtle, AL.

“He’s in Paris for another week. You can wait for him if you like, or we can fix it in ten minutes now. How have you done your laundry for a year? If we can’t get this fixed today, you’re welcome to use my dryer.”

“I’ve been hand washing a few clothes every week, so the sooner it’s fixed, the sooner my clothes get properly cleaned.” I grabbed her soft shoulders and turned her toward the laundry room. Her silky skin excited my fingers; her big tits in profile stood high and proud in her loose top; her shorts had to be custom tailored to frame her sexy ass in such perfection. I dreamed of bitting that perky ass and licking her pussy. Though I didn’t know if she was into casual sex, I could dream — and I did. My cock tented my shorts so I reached in and turned it to point up while her back was turned. She almost caught me squeezing it when she looked back. The sexy smile told me she saw something.

“Wow. There isn’t much to these things is there?” she said when she saw the disassembled dryer. Her sudden stop caused, or let, me bump my hips against her cushiony ass. Was that on purpose?

As I slowly backed away from her sexy ass, I agreed and pulled the drum away to show her how to loop the belt. “Once I put the drum back, you’ll have to lie on your back to snake the belt under the idler and around the motor pulley. Then I have to position the drum and slowly spin it twice to be sure the odd collar stays in place. Then you can get up and I’ll put the front back on with the safety switch and spin it again to check. You’re done, unless you want to stay and watch for fireworks when I plug it in.”

“Well I have to stay if I want my Long Island Iced Tea. Right?”

“As many as you want.”

“Just one is enough to knock me on my ass, um butt. Sorry, I don’t usually cuss. I was brought up strictly religious and am still trying to get over it.”

“You are forgiven, my child. Now lay your pretty ass down and let’s get this done.”

“Oh AL, how would you know if my ass is pretty?” she asked as she fluttered her eyes and bent slowly. I know when someone is teasing and flirting. Was she? I could only hope.

“I guess you’re right, Teri. I can only say ‘shapely ass’ until I can see more of it.” My heart raced again as I blatantly stared at it as she watched. “Maybe we can go for a swim and you can show me the bottom of that swimsuit. Especially if it’s a thong.” She dropped to all fours and said nothing. Her shapely tits swung loosely in her top even as she moved to her back. As she positioned herself, her big tits swung side to side, barely contained. She pulled her shorts up tight again and split her swelling lips. A dime-sized wet spot appeared at the base of her puffy lips. With her knees bent, I saw her cheeks and had a few peeks at her shaved and engorged lips. My cock surged. I didn’t adjust it and we both pretended to ignore it.

After lifting the drum over her, I put my right foot above her head and my left between her legs. She smiled and stared up my shorts as she slowly dropped her knees to the side. Her steamy pussy leaned against my ankle. I gasped as I felt her fleshy heat. My eye’s crossed; I closed them as I sighed at her pussy hugging my ankle. She giggled. “What’s wrong, AL? Is this too much for you? Your balls are cute and up tight. From the moment you opened your door, I knew your religion. If you didn’t want me staring at your hairy manhood, you shouldn’t have met me commando.”

I startled at her forward comments and breathed deeply as I considered how to respond. She slid tighter against my ankle and twitched her hips as if masturbating my ankle. We both knew she was jilling herself on a “safe” part of my body. My cock nearly popped above my waistband. Since she kept looking up my shorts, I felt free to respond. “See anything you like up there?” She breathed deeper and made her big tits swell. Her top climbed up her tits and left the bottom soft swell exposed to the edges of her areolae. My cock pulsed again. “If YOU didn’t want to show me your shaved pussy, then YOU shouldn’t meet me commando either. I guess we are both exhibitionists. I love your camel toe and that growing wet spot under it. I can’t wait to see it all.”