I told Camila I would need to go up to the hardware store and get a few things.
"Great!" she replied. "I've got to take shower. I'll leave the back door open for you."
I headed up to the local hardware store, my mind swirling with the possibilities of what could transpire over the next few hours. I slipped back into Camila and Harry's kitchen, repair section in hand and with my tool box in the other. Camila was nowhere to be seen. I stepped out to the front of the house and used my meter key to open the cover to the water meter. I turned off the water to the house.
I slipped under the sink and loosened the offending pipe with a pipe wrench. I cleaned off the pipe connection and readied the new section for attachment. Suddenly, two very shapely legs appeared next to me. Camila squatted down, wrapped solely in her bath towel. I had a perfect unobstructed view between her perfect legs.
"How is it going?" Camila innocently asked.
"So far, so good," I replied.
"Cool," Camila replied. "I guess I will finish my shower after it is fixed."
I apologized. I had forgotten that she was taking a shower.
Camila leaned sideways and eased into a stationary position on her butt. Her brown hair was wet and dripped on to her soft and tanned shoulders. The towel was wrapped tightly around her and tucked securely between her breasts.
I slipped the newer section of the pipe into place to insure it would be a good fit. I looked at Camila.
"Can you do me a favor?" I asked. She smiled.
"Can you hand me that roll of white tape in the tool box," I said. Camila scooted around on her ass. The tool box was about three feet from the end of my feet. Camila slipped up onto a knee and then a second, as she stretched for the tool box. I had a clear unobstructed view of her uncovered and shaven pussy. She looked back at me and smiled, waving the plastic pipe fitting tape in her hand.
"Is this it?" she asked.
"Yes it is," I replied, taking in a deep breath and forcefully exhaling.
Camila turned on her knees and crawled toward me. As she did her towel came untied and fell open. She tried to grab it, but wasn't fast enough.
"I'm sorry," Camila exclaimed, trying to cover herself.
"No biggie," I replied. "I've seen boobs before."
With one hand holding her towel, she stretched to hand me the plumber's tape. She fell forward, landing on my leg, her face just inches from my raging hard on.
"While you're there," I remarked, leaving my comment intentionally unfinished.
Camila buried her head in to the space between my legs, her hand outstretched and holding on to the roll of tape. There was no good way for her to recover from her accident.
"Look," I replied as Camila giggled.
"If you let me finish this, we can talk payment terms afterwards."
Camila looked up at me. Her face was flushed red.
"I am soooo sorry," she said.
"No you're not," I replied. "I've already seen your boobs, your vagina and now, you've done everything but grope me, but hey, I am not complaining."
Camila smiled and then slipped her hand on to my raging hard on.
"There," she remarked, "Are you happy?"
"Now, you've done it," I replied. "This sink ain't getting fixed until we fix another issue."
Camila fumbled with the belt of my pants as I tried to work my way out from under the sink. She no longer tried to secure her towel, allowing it to fall from her body and on to the kitchen floor.
The good neighbor (G!P)
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