Faye needs a hand

Thinking about anything but Faye seemed like a hopeless task now.

You had just finished your lunch when you heard a knock at the door but before you can get up to answer it, it opens and Faye pops her head in.

"Hey John, can i ask for some help? I need to get my washing machine working, if you have a few minutes..?"

"Hey Faye, i'll be there in 5 minutes." You say over your shoulder. You hear a "Thanks John!" before the door closes.

'Hmm i wonder whats up now..' you think as you eventually get up, willing your erection to go away. You are still dressed in your jeans and t-shirt so you pop out and next door, knocking quickly. You hear a distant "Come in John!" from inside the house then enter.

"Where are you Faye?"

"Oh just in the laundry, i'm trying to screw in these.. what do you call them.. hoses?" You just can't get enough of that cute accent of hers.

You walk through the house to the laundry room and stop at the door way. What greets you is something straight out of a wet dream. Faye had changed out of her summer dress and into her shiny bright blue and yellow tights and had on a matching halter top. She was bent over on her hands and knees with her head under the laundry tub seemingly attempting to attach her washing machines hoses.

Her huge ass was clad tight in the material and looks so inviting as she wiggled it about, her wide hips, thick thighs and exposed back were sorely tempting to you.

Evidently she hadn't noticed you yet. Or maybe she had and was just putting on a show for you?