Mark & Emily & a Garbage Disposal

Before he even made it out of his subdivision, there was a warning that there was a reported case of SAV-2-I, the so-called “sex slave virus,” in the Waco area. While at a long red light, Mark texted Emily that she needed to stay inside and not let anyone inside until he got there.

She responded that she felt fine, but she would do as he asked.

Bill would have loved to drive his green Toyota Tundra the way that he always did, fast, but it felt like the red lights were conspiring against him. Even though he knew it was not true, it felt as if someone wanted him to catch every red light.

He pulled into the wide driveway of Emily’s recently built house on the north side of Waco. Her red Mini Cooper was there like he expected. Mark was out of his pickup as quickly as possible.

He loudly banged on the door.

“Emily!” he called. “Are you okay?”

He heard her shout from within the house that she was on her way.

The door opened before Mark could hammer his fist on it a second time. Emily stood there wearing tight jeans and a purple blouse that accentuated her C-cup breasts. It took effort for Mark not to look at this beautiful woman he had lusted after for years.

Emily was a 5’2” woman of Vietnamese descent with brown eyes so dark that the irises looked black. As always, her straight, glossy black hair looked perfect even though he knew that she put little effort into styling it, and it hung down to her shoulders. Even when she had looked forty-two years old before SAV-2, Emily had sported a slight hourglass figure. Now that the virus had made her look like she was in her early twenties, her hourglass was fit with perky C-cup breasts and the most amazing heart-shaped butt that Bill had ever seen.

She smirked at him in a way that made his dick stir in his pants.

“Were you worried that I was infected and would answer the door naked, or something?” she asked.

Mark channeled Elmer Fudd and stammered, “I…I was worried about you. Th…the news said that the new virus has b…been reported in the area.”

She smiled sweetly at him. “I appreciate your concern, but I feel fine.”

Neither of them noticed the unusual flush in Emily’s cheeks.

Mark could not keep his eyes off of Emily’s perfect backside as she led him into the kitchen. The new garbage disposal sat, still in its box, on the floor in front of the sink. The kitchen cleaning supplies she normally kept beneath were placed neatly on the counter next to the sink.

Mark got straight to work. The job went smoothly except when the old disposal slipped from his hands and sloshed some truly foul liquid onto his face and chest. Emily insisted that he allow her to wash his shirt while he worked, and she offered to let him shower when he was done with the disposal.

Emily had just tossed Mark’s shirt in the dryer when he finished his work in the kitchen.

She handed him a towel when she led him to the master bathroom.

He was just getting done rinsing out his hair when a naked Emily slipped into the shower with him. She smiled seductively and boldly looked at his growing penis.

“I see that someone is happy to see me,” she purred.