“I'll do what I can,” he replied. He squirmed about, legs akimbo, tinkering with the pipes and trying to reach into hidden corners.
Tanya made a vain attempt at busying herself around the kitchen, but her eyes were always drawn back to the young man splayed across the stone tiles wriggling about. She started feeling aroused watching the movement of his pelvis. the friction made the lump between his thighs harden.
She sat down her kitchen table. Tanya felt a flush rising in her face, and embarrassed, held a cool glass against her cheek to try and cool herself. Her plump breast heaved, and the tingles continued, increasing. She longed to touch herself. And also to touch him.
Luke's lump strained against his jeans.
"I wanted you to watch me like that. Why do you think I was willing to help,” he called.