3A, being painted

You come to 3A and see an open door. Sticking your head in, you see a person in painter overalls leaning over a bucket of paint. When they stand up, you see long red hair spilling out from a painter’s cap – it’s a woman.

You knock lightly on the door frame. She turns to you, and says, “Hi. Can I help you?” You notice that she is wearing just a tube top under her overalls. You can see some skin through the sides of the denim. She seems trim and athletic, and her breasts push out the bib nicely, showing some cleavage.

“I’m John Doe, the new Super. I just wanted to introduce myself,” you say as confidently as you can. You walk over to her, extending your hand. She checks to see if you hand is full of paint before shaking your hand.

“I’m Kelly. Pleased to meet you. I should be done tomorrow,” she replies, waving her paintbrush at the room in general.

You look around and see the newly painted white walls. The room is filled with the smell of paint. “It looks like a good job of painting,” you say, trying to make conversation with this lovely woman. You can feel your cock stiffening as your dirty mind wanders around images of Kelly with fewer clothes on.

“Why, thank you,” she says in response to your compliment. Her eyes wander briefly down your body, but she quickly returns to look you in the eye. “Would you like to help?” she asks with a wink and a smile.