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“I was quite sure there was something wrong with that shower since it wasn’t getting as hot as I wanted it to,” I said to Leo as I made a pretentious effort of wrapping my Egyptian cotton towel tighter around my breasts, my eyes fixed on him.

“It seems to be working fine,” Leo said, seemingly unaffected by my practiced attempt at seduction. “Perhaps you should just try turning the knob a bit more slowly so you can get the right temperature.”

“I see.” I took a step closer to him, placing my hand gently on his shoulder. “Well, I’m certainly glad there’s someone as good as you around here. What would I do without you?”

“I’m sure you’ll manage just fine, Ms. Ashton.” Leo grinned. “I can imagine someone as smart as you can do just about anything she sets her mind to. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some other things to do.”

He turned to pick up his toolbox.

“Right. And I need to take that shower,” I said, smiling so that he would not notice my disappointment.

“Goodbye, Ms. Ashton.”


I watched him go then closed the door behind him before leaning against it with a sigh. For the fifth time in the past two weeks, I had tried to seduce Leo, my current landlord, and for the fifth time in the past two weeks, I had failed.

Still sighing, I headed back to the shower, wondering what else I could try to get him to sleep with me. I knew from the way he looked at me and tried not to look at me that he was interested, after all, yet for some reason I could not put a finger on, he simply did not want to cross the line.

Casting the towel aside, I stepped into the shower and turned the knob slowly until the water became warm enough, just as Leo had said, though I already knew that in the first place, then allowed the water to trickle down my skin, willing it to wash some of my frustration away.

Already, I had made up various excuses for him to come to my apartment – a light bulb which needed changing, a drawer that I had jammed myself, a mouse in the walls which I had made up, a tap which I had pretended to hear dripping at night and finally, a shower malfunction which did not exist – and on each occasion I had tried to spark his interest a little more, to tempt him into crossing the line, brushing up against him and dropping sexual innuendos in my sultry voice. Once, I had even tried dancing in the living room while he was checking on something, hoping that the way I moved my hips would make him want to hold me, and on the last occasion, I had tried licking and sucking on a popsicle while watching him work, hoping that it would drive him over the edge.

Sadly, however, none of those had gotten me anywhere, making me wonder if perhaps he was actually celibate, though I could not imagine such a fit, gorgeous man would have taken such vows.

At any rate, I was not going to give up. I always got what I wanted. And I wanted Leo. Badly. Perhaps more than anything I had ever wanted in my life.

I had wanted Leo from the moment he carried my suitcase up the stairs to my apartment two weeks ago. I wanted him to grab my chin and press his lips fiercely against mine. I wanted to feel his hands groping my breasts, to feel his fingers stroking my clit until I had drenched them, to feel his cock moving inside me until I trembled and tightened around him and he filled me to the brim with his hot cum.

As I imagined those words, I felt myself heat up, my body temperature rising to match the temperature of the water drizzling down on me. I felt my breasts tingling, my nipples growing hard as pebbles and my pussy getting moist from something other than the water from the shower.

As if they had a mind of their own, my hands started moving, one cupping a ripe breast and flicking a hardened nipple and the other reaching down between my legs, searching amid the brown curls for the patch of sensitive skin I knew lay there. Finding it, I stroked it, gasping at the rush of pleasure that ensued.

My strokes were slow and deliberate at first but as I imagined it was Leo stroking me, my hand moved faster. As my strokes sped up, my knees started to shake and I had to use my other hand to lean against the wall to keep myself from slipping.

Just my fingers were not enough, however, to bring me to the height of pleasure I was desperately trying to reach, and so I stepped out of the shower stall to fetch the silicone rabbit vibrator I had in my bathroom drawer, which I had purchased precisely for moments like this. Quickly coating it with the lube that was in the same drawer, I turned it on, then sat on one end of the bath tub with my legs spread as far apart as the tub allowed before slowly slipping it inside me, taking deep breaths to ease any discomfort.

Imagining it was Leo’s cock, though I had a feeling his would be even thicker, I started moving it in and out of me and before long, moans started spilling out of my mouth, bouncing off the bathroom tiles along with the sound of my harsh breathing and the gentle buzz of my vibrator.

As I felt my orgasm drawing near, I set the vibrator at a higher speed, impatient to be drowned in ecstasy, and sure enough, I came, shivers erupting all over my body, echoing the vibrations of the silicone toy which I buried as deep inside me as I could. I felt my pussy clench around it as I leaned my head back on the edge of the tub, squeezing my eyes shut and crying out as I allowed the pleasure to wash over me like a sudden downpour.

When it had passed, I opened my eyes and eased the vibrator out of me, setting it on the side of the tub. Then, I leaned back on the edge of the tub again, tired but refreshed at the same time.

Masturbation was not exactly a habit of mine, but more of an occasional impulse. After all, I preferred receiving real pleasure from a man. Men always seemed to throw themselves at me wherever I went, unable to resist my charms, or perhaps, more accurately, my attractive face, which I had been told belonged on television, and my perfect figure, highlighted by my firm breasts, my slender waist and my long legs – a result of my mother’s Brazilian blood and regular trips to the gym.

That was, until I met Leo, who seemed totally immune to me.

Then again, perhaps the fact that he was so elusive made him even more interesting to me. I was born and raised in a rich family, after all, with my father being the Vice President of some big shot multinational IT company and my mother a fashion design consultant. I was an only child, too, which was why I often got what I wanted easily, though not everything. For example, I had yet to get the full attention of my mom and dad, who were always either too busy with work or on another luxurious couple’s retreat. I had lost all hope of that, though, which was one of the reasons why I decided to have an apartment of my own.

After graduation, which was in roughly five months, I planned to continue living on my own, perhaps taking a break to travel some of the places I had never been to before starting my own business, which would either deal with fashion accessories or interior design.

That, however, was still a long way off. For now, I had to focus on the task at hand – seducing Leo. And I suddenly had a great idea.

Two days later, around evening, I called Leo to my apartment, telling him that I couldn’t close a window. After a few minutes, he knocked on my door and I ushered him in.

“I’m so glad you could come,” I said, flashing one of my perfect smiles. “It’s that window over there.” I pointed to the one across the room. “I was just able to open and close it this morning and now, it won’t seem to budge.”

He scratched his chin, which had just about two days’ worth of hair growth on it. “I see.”

“Anyway, I hope you can fix it. I wouldn’t want to leave it open since I’m going out tonight.”

“I’ll do my best,” he said, heading to the window.

I, in turn, went back to my room to change into a little black bustier dress with double spaghetti straps, though I left the zipper undone on purpose. Then, I went back into the living room.

“I’ve closed it already,” Leo said as soon as I came back. “There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with it.”

“I see. I suppose I was just not putting as much effort as usual since I didn’t want to ruin my nails,” I said, examining my French manicured fingers and lifting them up to the light. “You see, I’m going on a date tonight.”

He didn’t say anything, his expression not even changing as if the matter didn’t concern him at all.

I turned my back to him and lifted my hair. “Could you zip me up please?”

[…End Excerpt…]

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