Back to your apartment

In a daze you dry yourself and throw your bathrobe back on. Did that really just happen? Are you being punked right now? Is a jealous boyfriend going to knock you out as soon as you step out of the bathroom? Something needs to happen to set the universe right. This kind of stuff never happens to you.

You see Judy leaning on her kitchen counter flipping through a magazine. "All done in there?" she asks. "I need to get ready. Thanks again for letting me shower with you." She gives you a cheery little smile with that last statement.

"Uh, yeah, my pleasure," you manage to reply as she walks past you. You check out her ass one more time and then call out to her. "Hey, Judy...uh." She gives you a questioning look as she lingers at the bathroom door. "Do you think you would you like to get dinner with me sometime?"

Her face drops noticeably. Not quite a scowl, but she's not pleased. "I have a boyfriend, John," she says flatly. With that pronouncement, she shuts the bathroom door, effectively ending the conversation. Feeling even more perplexed, you shuffle back home to get dressed and get ready for the day.

In short order, you eat breakfast, get dressed and head out, throwing one last puzzled look at your neighbor's door on your way. With no other plans for the day, you hit the hardware store first to fix your shower head. A short walk down town puts you where you need to be.

You wander up and down the aisle for a bit until your find the bathroom products and gape at the selection of shower heads and accessories. You look at box after box trying to figure out which one is compatible with your shower. You're baffled by all the details listed on each one. "I gotta find the guy. There's always a guy..." you mutter to yourself.

Walking to the end of the aisle, you hear, "Need help with anything, sir?" You see a smiling young lady walking over to you.

"Um..." you hesitate taking a moment to look her over. Her shoulder length brunette hair is tied back in a pony tail. She has bright blue eyes and a big smile. Your eyes wander downwards and can't help but notice the pleasant swell of her breasts beneath the store's uniform. You quickly glance at her name tag so as not to be caught staring. "Yes, uh...Sarah...I need a new shower head. Mine broke."

"I'd be glad to help with that, sir." She replies and you follow her back to the display.

After a few moments, it becomes apparent that Sarah knows her way around a bathroom. After a dizzying discussion of flow rates, nut sizes, backup pressure and other terms that mean nothing to you, you tell her that you want something that will feel good but won't get you in trouble with the landlord.

With another cute smile, she picks up a box and walks you back to the register. A few moments later and it's mission complete. You are the proud owner of a new shower head.

"You were so helpful, Sarah," you begin without thinking, "I should let you install it for me as a way of saying thanks!" You turn your head and roll your own eyes at how bad that line was.

"Oh! That's so sweet. Yes, of course!" She chirps back to you. Your head snaps back around so fast you think you pulled a muscle. "Let me just let my boss know I'm leaving."

This can't be real, you think to yourself. Is she really going to...

"Hey Mark!" She yells back and a man pokes his head around the corner. "The gentleman offered to let me install his shower head because I was so helpful."

There's no way this is happening.

"Yeah, sure. Sounds great. Congrats!" the man calls back.

Has everyone gone insane? Once again, the day finds your chin on the floor.

"Lead the way, sir." Sarah seems to be waiting patiently for you to collect yourself.

Giving yourself a shake you walk out the door with the hardware store assistant in tow. You walk back to your apartment in silence. You try to make several attempts to address what is happening, but you can't seem to find the words. Eventually, you find yourself back in front of your busted shower again.

"Well, here it is," you offer lamely.

"Right, sir, I'll get this done in no time." Sarah sets to work immediately. With a flurry, she takes down the old part and puts in the new one. True to her word, she completes the work with hardly any effort. She evens turns on the water to show you that it works just as she said it would.

"If there's nothing else, sir, I'll be getting back to work now," she says beaming with pride.

"Uh, wow, Sarah. That was amazing. You're clearly an expert. I don't know how to thank you again!"

Sarah gives a little gasp and blushes but doesn't say anything. She watches you, waiting for you to say something, while she bounces excitedly.

"I...don't suppose...you'd-uh," Don't say something dumb. Don't say something dumb. "Like to take it for a test run with me?" So stupid! You chastise yourself again.

"Why, sir!" Here it comes. The rebuke you deserve. You look away ashamedly.

It never comes, though. You hear a rustling of clothes and the shower curtain slide shut. You look up to see a pile of clothes on the floor and Sarah is no where to be seen.

That is until she peeks out of the curtain. "Sir, I thought you'd be joining me. Or was I not good enough?" She almost pouts and for a moment, you think your heart might break at the sadness in her voice.

"Oh, I already showered today," you say without thinking again. Her face drops into full disappointment. "B-but maybe I can just watch?"

With that she's smiling again. "Of course, sir!" Sara pulls back the curtain to give you an eye full as she begins to lather up and rinse. For the second time today, you are watching a beautiful, naked woman shower. You've never been so lucky in your life!

"Why?" You ask no one in particular.

"Why what, sir?" Sarah asks, still washing her bits.

Dare you say it out loud? "Why did you agree to do this? Put together my shower and then let me watch you use it?"

"You said you wanted to thank me, sir. How could I refuse such a generous reward!" She beams at you again. She really believes it.

You think for a long moment. Sarah's almost done with her shower. In a few minutes she will be out of your shower, out of your apartment and probably out of your life forever. "Can I thank you for something else...?"