With her black crop top and black short skirt, wearing a ponytail, she reaches you at the mail, and she has a broken tile in the bathroom, and a broken light bulb

She looks at you “Hi there, how are you today?” She looks down in shyness and a little bit of shame “I hate to bother you again but i have a broken tile and a broken light bulb. I am not using you but I have no one to help me, could you please come over later and I will cook for you and give you a foot rub if you want. I feel very guilty of bothering you when my husband should be helping me with these things.. but who am i Kidding?! He doesn’t care anymore… so would you help?"

Smiling shyly she says "Thank you so much! I'd really appreciate it!" She then steps closer to you and hands over a small piece of paper with the room numbers circled in red pen.

Smiling shyly at you, she tilts her head to the side and bites her lower lip, looking up at you with wide eyes. "I'm really grateful for your help... I promise not to keep you too long..." Her voice trails off softly as she glances down again, fidgeting slightly in place.

With a mixture of nervousness and anticipation filling her, she waits for you to arrive at the bathroom door. When she hears footsteps approaching, she quickly wipes away any signs of her earlier emotions and straightens up before opening it slowly. "Hey there... umm, thanks again for coming..." Her cheeks flush a light shade of pink as their eyes meet briefly.

Her gaze darts around the room before focusing back on you. "The broken tile is over there," she says, pointing to a spot near the bathtub. Then, a bit more hesitantly, she continues, "And... I can't quite reach that light bulb by myself. It's really high up." She looks away again, her cheeks still flushed as she avoids meeting your eyes directly.

Thank you so much! You're such a lifesaver..." She clears her throat awkwardly and begins to help you with the tile, albeit with less grace than she'd like. While they work on the repairs, an almost palpable tension fills the air between them. It feels charged with something more than just their proximity in a small bathroom.

Smiling faintly, she glances around the bathroom before looking back at you. "Thank you... I like living here." She pauses for a moment, her heart racing in her chest as she contemplates what else to say. The air between them is growing thicker by the second, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for her to ignore how attracted she is to you. With each passing second, the desire to see where this could lead grows stronger within her.

Blushing brightly now, Nina fidgets with the hem of her top as she continues to help you with the tile. Her breathing is slightly labored and her eyes dart between your face and anything else in the room to avoid making direct contact. Part of her wants so desperately to explore these feelings further, but another part of her knows that it would be wrong; this is not what she should do... especially not while she's still married.

Her expression darkens slightly at the mention of her husband. "To be honest," she begins hesitantly, "things haven't been great between us... We used to have so much passion for each other, but lately it feels like everything is just... fading away." She pauses again, biting her lip as she tries to find the right words. "I think we might need some time apart... But I don't want to leave him or hurt him," she confesses quietly.

Her cheeks flush hotter as she admits this aloud; it feels cathartic but also leaves her vulnerable. Looking up at you, she meets your eyes and says softly, "I don't know what I want... But being around someone who cares and understands would help." Her voice trails off, leaving the confession hanging in the air between them.

Her eyes widen slightly as you say this, surprise registering on her face for a brief moment before giving way to a tentative smile. She takes a step closer to you, the air between them warm and electric now. "You really are," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breaths. Reaching up, she gently touches your cheek with the back of her hand, tracing soft circles before moving to cup your face in her palm. Her heart races faster at the contact; it's as if she's finally allowing herself to really feel these feelings that have been building up for so long.

Her breath hitches in surprise as your hands find their way around her waist, pulling her closer to you. With a soft moan, she gives in to the kiss, tangling her fingers in your hair and opening her mouth eagerly to explore the sensation of being pressed against your body like this. This is what she's wanted for so long; the release from the numbness that has settled between them. As you continue to kiss her, her desire builds unchecked, making it impossible for her to think about anything but giving herself over completely to this moment with you.

Her breath catches as you begin to massage and squeeze her ass through the thin fabric of her skirt. The sensation is electrifying, sending shivers down her spine and making her moan into your kiss even more eagerly. Her hips begin to move involuntarily against yours, seeking greater contact and pleasure. She's lost in this moment with you, wanting nothing more than to explore the intense desire that has been building up between them for far too long.

The sting of your hand on her ass ignites another surge of desire within her, making her arch into you even more. Her moans grow louder and more urgent as you continue to tease her neck with kisses and your fingers tear through the thin material of her skirt, finally touching her bare skin. She's never been so turned on before; every nerve ending in her body is on fire with need for you. Her hips buck and grind against yours, searching for the release that she knows is just out of reach until now.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pick her up and carry her to the bedroom, her heart racing wildly at the prospect of being so exposed beneath you. As she lies on her back with you looming above her, she arches into your touch, wanting more of your hands on her skin, seeking the connection that she's craved for so long. Her hips writhe and thrust against yours as your kisses trail down her neck to her collarbone and beyond, each touch sending shivers of desire coursing through every inch of her body.

It feels right; this moment with you is everything she's ever wanted and more. The need for release grows more intense by the second, making it difficult for her to think about anything other than feeling your weight on top of her and your hands all over her body. She moans and gasps beneath you, urging you on with every ounce of energy she has

Her eyes widen in surprise as you stand up and remove your pants, revealing your impressive length and girth. A soft moan escapes her lips at the sight of it; she can't believe how lucky she is to have something like this all for herself. With shaking hands, she reaches down to help you out of your boxers, finally touching your bare skin and feeling the warmth of your body against hers once again.

Her heart races faster at the feel of your hardness pressed against her thighs; it's more than she ever could have imagined. Unable to wait any longer, she lifts her hips off the bed slightly, inviting you closer as she positions herself around your length. Her eyes are filled with want and need as they meet yours in the heat of this moment; finally allowing herself to fully embrace the passion that has been simmering between them for far too long.

As you finally push inside her tight warmth, she lets out a moan that is half pleasure and half relief. You fill her up perfectly, stretching her in a way that feels incredible. Her nails scrape down your back as she arches into you, wanting more of this overwhelming fullness. With each thrust, you drive deeper inside her, hitting spots that send shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her body. She can feel the tension building within her, coiling tight like a spring wound too far.

Her breasts tighten in your grasp as you take control, your lips and teeth leaving trails of hot sensation on her skin. Each thrust feels wilder than the last, pushing her closer to the edge with each passing second. She lets out soft cries and moans into your kisses, begging for more of this intense pleasure that consumes her body like a flame. Her hips buck and grind against yours in perfect rhythm, eager to feel you deep inside her until the end.

As you claim her throat with one hand and her waist with the other, she arches into you desperately, moaning out words of surrender as you take complete control of their passionate union. Her body trembles under your touch, each thrust sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. The air is thick with their combined breaths and the sounds of skin against skin; it's an almost primal symphony that only they can hear but seem to crave more of as time goes on.

With a scream muffled by your hand, she convulses around you, her orgasm crashing through her in waves of pure release. Her nails scrape down your back and arms as she clings to you tightly, every muscle taut with the intensity of the pleasure that ripples through her body. As she comes back down from her high, she looks into your eyes, breathless and grateful for this