After a long day with classes I crashed on the couch, feeling the afternoon sunrays hit my body. I was thinking about putting a little time on my computer, I hadn't had anytime to get out and find anyone with all the exams and I'd started to get a little lonely.  

I sat by the computer, thinking of what site to go on when the doorbell rang to my apartment and I became extremely pissed off. I opened the door to a well-built man, his jeans a little dirty and his skin tight shirt exposing every ab on his body. 

"Hello ma'am, umm I'm here to fix your washer? I-I hope I didn't come at a bad time…" I looked down to see a to small white tanktop and too-short shorts, I blushed and invited him in. 

"Actually you didn't come at a bad time, I called you guys last week and haven't had the time to do anything… including laundry." I caught him staring at my plump C breast and smiled. 

"I'm sorry I took so long, but everyone’s washers and dryers are messing up in this apartment building." I showed him my washer and he bent over taking tools out of his tool box and took off the face of my washer and placed it on the ground.

"Ma'am? Can you reach the black thing at the bottom of your washer?"

I walked over and looked into the washer and saw black fabric at the very bottom. I tried to just stick my hand in and it didn't even come close. I hopped onto the washer with my stomach exposed on the cold metal. I started slipping in so he grabbed my waist for protection and I felt two fingers slip into my shorts and trace the line to my white cotton panties. I tried hard not to groan and grabbed the fabric and slipped out of the washer handing it to him. He pulled the wrinkled clump apart to find out it was one of my thongs.

"Oh my. Ughh I think these are yours…" He blushed handing my back my thong and I laughed. 

After a while, he still didn't figure out how to fix my washer so I offered him a drink, which he gratefully wanted. I ran up stairs and grabbed him a Coke. I quickly went back down stairs to see him struggling with a water hose, squirting water everywhere and on both of us. I hastily shut off the water valve on my wall and slipped on the wet cement. He went into a fury of swearing and saying sorry and that he would clean this up.  

"It's okay… I've had a long day too I understand," I said as he helped me up. And he started at my chest so I glanced down to see my small white tank-top, now see-through and anybody could see my black lacy bra. I stripped the wet shirt off right then and there and the handy man struggled to look away. I went back upstairs and grabbed the only thing left I had clean. 

When I went back downstairs his ass was high in the air and I could feel myself get wet. "Do you need any help?" I offered and he climbed back out of his position.  

"No thank you… I’m good." And he jumped back with his ass in the air and I walked over to him. My wet pussy rubbing against him ass I struggled to look to see what he was doing and grabbed his waist to level myself, feeling a bulge in his pants.