Mr. Cleft makes a break for it

"I, er..." Mr. Cleft was faltering even more now and he wasn't sure what to do next. You decide not to give your neighbour any help with the embarrassing predicament and just let him sweat for a while as you sit there on his lap.

"What's wrong, Mr. Cleft?" you ask after a few minutes. "Do you still have a bit of wetness from the shower earlier?"

"Erm, it?s..." Mr. Cleft was unsure how to get out of his uneasy situation and no amount of quick thinking was coming up with a solution.

"I won't mind if you have to take some more clothes off." you continue helpfully. "I wouldn't want you to go back to Mrs. Cleft all wet. Whatever would she think?"

Mr. Cleft was doing his best to try and block out your comments and the perverse thoughts they always developed into. "I don't think I, erm..."

"If it helps I can take some of my clothes off too." you suggest. "That way you'll feel less embarrassed."

"I think that I should..." before you had chance to lift your tank top off, Mr. Cleft lifted you off his knee and rose unsteadily back to his feet. "Erm... I think that the shower should be fine now." Mr. Cleft was searching around the bathroom floor for his dishevelled clothing while purposefully avoiding any eye contact with you or your chest.

"Do you need any help?" you ask while bending down to give your neighbour a chance to look down your cleavage.

"I'll be fine thanks," replied Mr. Cleft without raising his head. You noticed a large wet-spot on the front of his tighty-whiteys as he rushed to put his pants back on.

"Are you not staying to show me what to do with that big tool?"

"I-I have to get back to, erm, work." Mr. Cleft nearly traps his finger in his fly as he hastily zips himself back up and throws his shirt on. "I-I'll see you later, Joy."

"OK, Mr. Cleft." you reply with a smile. "I'll look forward to it. You're always welcome to come over and help me out."

Mr. Cleft quickly rushes downstairs as he puts the finishing touches to his re-dressing leaving you alone in the bathroom. As soon as you hear the door slam shut you burst out into a fit of giggles.

"That was fun." you say to yourself with a devious grin. "If only he'd have stayed a bit longer. We could have had even more fun!"

As you look around the bathroom your mischievious mind is already thinking about what you can get up to next. The day is still only half way through after all, and Mr. Cleft isn't safe just yet!