Stuck in the middle with you….

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Stuck in the middle with you….The embarrassment she felt was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her family had gone away south towards Bavaria visiting and she had decided to occupy herself by tidying the house. Now, in this time of reflection, she had no idea what had possessed her to repair the scratches in the bath, but that is what she had done. Two coats of white scratch repair paint to the bottom of the bath. Hours later she had caught a glimpse of her own reflection and realised how much paint had ended up on her face and neck and decided a good wash was required before she settled down for the evening in the otherwise empty house. Checking that the bath wasn’t still wet at all she filled it and lowered herself in, thoroughly washing herself and ensuring in the mirror nearby that the paint was gone. Then, before washing her hair, she laid down in the warming water to ease the aches in her back and shoulders from all the work, the water did it’s job and she drifted off to sleep.It must have been the cold water then finally awoke her so she moved to run more hot in and quickly discovered that, either through the heat of her own skin or that of the water, the paint had softened and re-set beneath her. Her buttocks and lower legs were firmly glued in place. What was she to do? Nothing she tried even allowed her to move at all. Finally, in resignation she shouted to the partly open bathroom window for any passing help that may come. After far too long a foreign g├╝venilir bahis voice could be heard “Hello? Hello? Can I help at all” called a male voice in typical English. Why did it have to be a man, and why an Englishman, She couldn’t see she had a choice. “The back door is unlocked, I am stuck in the bathroom, please help!” She shouted back. Within a few minutes tentative steps could be heard outside the bathroom door. In panic she hooked her shirt from the floor and pulled it on to protect some decency at least, There was a quiet knock at the door. “Come in, come in and help” she cried. Tears filled her eyes in both embarrassment and fear of whoever may be her rescuer. A nervous looking face peered in to the bathroom, finally settling on her tear scarred face. The mans look softened to her. “How can I help? What has happened.” He asked. As best as she could through her own crying she explained her predicament. He quietly knelt down and peered into the bath. A blush rapidly rose up his throat and almost to his eyebrows. “”I’m sorry miss but I’m going to have to touch you!” he gulped. She nodded permission and he reached beneath the water to her ankles and carefully rubbed around them, shifting the paint with his fingertips, releasing them from the bottom of the bath, then he moved up to her calves. The sensation through the water was both calming and exciting her in equal measure. A strange man was massaging her legs in her own bath after all. As both calves t├╝rk├že bahis came away from the bath this strange man glanced at her then went even more red.The water had soaked into her shirt and now covered her like a second skin. The thrill of a man she had never seen before touching so gently had hardened her nipples to dark pink buds of pleasure. She had been so busy watching him and reveling in the sensuous touches she hadn’t even recognised the response her body had provided. “MIss, it’s your buttocks next I’m afraid! I can stop and get someone else if you would prefer.” He managed to gasp. ” You had better carry on” She said “I don’t want anyone else to know of this. At least I will probably never see you after today. Its not so embarrassing.” He looked at her and nodded understanding how she felt. He moved alongside her and reached down behind her, the palm of his left hand cupping the base of her back and right buttock as her worked his fingers beneath her. With his head now over the bath and behind her she stole a better look at him. Quite well dressed in clean and casually smart clothes she thought. But in checking his clearly new jeans out she noticed he was unsuccessfully hiding a severe hardening of his cock. It would seem both of them were at a disadvantage. As he moved his hands further forward she felt herself only getting more excited, she could see he was feeling much the same. Then her stopped and withdrew his hand. “Sorry miss I can’t reach through g├╝venilir bahis siteleri to the tops of your legs from here, I shall have to do it from the front” He almost whispered in embarrassment. She again nodded her acceptance and he moved facing her, his right hand slowly moving under the water and under her right upper leg, which came away after a little work. She sensed her own sex was filled with blood from the tightening of her chest and the feeling of the water against her labia was pushing it onwards. He moved his hand to her left leg and pushed palm down beneath her. She shifted slightly to help him and to her almost horror his thumb slid inside her. She gasped at the sensation and he moved to pull away. Instinctively she grabbed his right arm and held it where it was, the thumb still buried within her sex. Their faces were only inches apart and she leaned into him and kissed him hard to hide her own fears. Biting both his and her own lips she held his mouth to hers with her other hand. Her tongue tasting the saltiness of him. She felt his right hand shift slightly, the thumb removed and gently stroking her clitoris, replaced by two fingers exploring within her. She released her lips from his, letting go of his head, then eased her shirt up above her breasts. “Make me scream, Lick me” She ordered. His head dipped to her right breast and he teased her nipple with both tongue and teeth at the rhythm that he also teased her with below. The sensation were building she knew, the moment was here. Her back arched slightly as she climaxed on his fingers. A slight cloudiness rose through the water to the surface. She bit down the scream within and shuddered from head to toe. In doing so she was free…

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