Best thread at the moment
 

Yes, please continue. Very hot encounter and perverted minds want to her the rest of the story. :)

Sorry, busy weekend. I'll take a break tomorrow when I am sick of working and finish up the story.

Please keep this story going! In some ways it reminds me of what goes through my thoughts occasionally when I think of my neighbour who is in her mid-late 20's. Will she knock on my door and ask me to get her out of a awkward situation, although maybe not quite like this? :D

Well here's hoping that one day she breaks both her arms ;)

I know, terrible thing to say.

It seemed that something had changed in her, and my logical brain knew that the moment had passed, but the guy living south of my belt was trying to convince me that it was still on. After closing the curtain for her, I probably should have left and told her to call if she needed me. Instead I make an excuse to stay by announcing that I am still here wiping up the water we sprayed when the curtain was open. While behind the privacy of the curtain she lingers, as one might expect after not having seen a shower in a while, but it takes longer than I thought and once I again I feel like maybe I should have left. I hope she realizes I’m still there and I want to call out when she beats me to it, “Are you still there?” I can’t tell anything more from her tone, it wasn’t “wtf, why are you still here” nor was it, “I’m so, glad you are still here”. So I answer by explaining that I thought she would still need me. There’s a pause. Then, “yeah, I suppose I can’t really turn off the water, and I’d rather get dried properly”. I wanted her to sound excited that we were being thrown into intimacy, but her voice indicated more like reluctant necessity. “Ok, I’m done. Can you turn off the water?”

I reach past the curtain blindly and shut off the water wishing there was an acceptable way to try something more brazen. I grab a towel and ask her how she wants to do this. She tells me to wait and I hear her attempts to flick the water from her hair in a whipping motion. I can hear the water splat against the shower walls so it must be doing something. At this point I’m sure she realizes that this would go better with help and announces, “I’ll stay here and face the wall and you can just reach in.” I think that she is imagining some way to reach around without me seeing but I can’t picture it so I just slide the curtain open. She’s standing there looking small, legs tight together, elbows at her sides and her forearms covering her boobs (once again a redundant gesture because she is facing away). I’ve received enough hints at this point that I know the sensual part has ended so I keep the actions functional, but I still enjoy it more than I should. I underestimated the attention that needs to be given to long hair and see that it continues to drip and re-wet everything I was intending to dry. My smooth deliberate motions become much more rushed and random and I start to worry that she might believe that I was slowing things down on purpose. But she identified the problem and coached me through dealing with the hair. Instead of toweling it, she had me pull it into a pony tail and wring it out. It took me a while to get it and at one point I must have twisted much too hard, so I wanted to swing the situation back around and have things be less awkward again. I was not aiming for sensual, but I did want it to be pleasant. I missed the goal by a long shot when I quickly reached for the towel and did not realize my ring was caught in her hair. It’s not a ring that catches on much so I didn’t think of it. It is so stuck that I end up taking it off and it still stays hanging there. I’m apologising as I fumble around. It finally becomes easy when I have 2 hands to work with. Then it slips from my hand and clangs loudly in the tub and rolls toward the drain end. I stare at it and swear, not because I think it will go down the drain or anything mostly because all my attempts and smooth and suave are failing. The brief silence is broken when she giggles. Then explaining her reaction, “How is it that I am standing here naked, but you’re the one who is embarrassed?”

This marked a major mood shift. I don’t know how we went from sensual to cold but I was very happy that we had now somehow shifted from cold to friendly. There were some small-talk that went beyond the required instructions, most of which I don’t remember specifically, just things like “That was the best shower ever.” However there was one comment that did stand out. As I was taking one last pass over her boobs she said, “Ok, I think you’ve covered that area now.” Of course, there was more meaning in the tone than the words. I really was not overdoing it but if I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar it wasn’t “Hey get your hands off those cookies!” but more like “I see you found the cookies, make that your last one.” I did one pass through the secret garden and surrounding area but it was with a bundle of towel so I didn’t feel anything but it was still exciting to be there. When done she had me wrap the towel around her. It took me a couple tries to get it tight and on one of my failed attempts I got a quick peek at an up close nip.

slow game
 

sounds like a slow game was the best strategy here - I hope it worked out for you, and that we get to hear about it!

Sorry it took a bit to get to the final piece.

The last bit of excitement is getting her into some clothes. Having come here with just a couple of bags she didn’t exactly have a lot of selection. The dress she was wearing was perfect, but after a shower she really wanted something clean and the only other dress she had was fancy and definitely did not look comfy. She had me pull out a skirt but changed her mind as soon as she saw it. When she did the apartment swap with Jo they each left their stuff behind, so that opened up another possibility. I know Jo well enough that I am sure she won’t mind if we look through her things and she reluctantly agrees. So for the next 20 mins it’s like we’re a couple of girls clothes shopping. I fear that I’m treading a little to close to friend-zone but with nudity on the horizon, I keep treading. She is not real excited about any of the options and is about the settle on a tube skirt that she can just wear with one of her t-shirts. I try to sell her on a dress that is tight on top but gets loose at the waist, thinking it would be easier than a tight skirt to flip up and avoiding incidences like the one with the jeans. I’m holding it out for her and she asks, “Can you pull out that blue thing?” and points. The pointing brings about a fantastic wardrobe malfunction as the towel slips. She catches, but not soon enough. She has it pinned to her ribs with her casts and her boobs, which I hardly got a chance to see before, were finally on full display. When she realizes she can’t shuffle the towel up she drops to a squat. With the boobs now successfully hidden by her knees, I am looking straight down at her back which quickly draws my eyes toward the beautiful heart shaped bum cheeks pointing out behind her. It’s a great sight but I manage to look away before she looks at me and says, “Don’t look!” even though she can see that I’m not. I can’t help but laugh. In a semi-exaggerated plea she says “Don’t laugh at me!” but she is already laughing herself. I ask if she want help with the towel but she directs me to put on the dress instead. She says, “Don’t look.” again and I half-avert my eyes as she does some awkward hops to spin around in squat position before standing up. Now this action certainly did not do much to preserve her modesty. In fact, it had very much the opposite effect. The only problem was that I was too close and almost looking down on her. If I was lower or further back it would have been quite the view.

She announced that she was ready, which I already knew from peeking. I asked if I should get a bra or panties. “Just the dress!” Being naked, she said with some urgency. I slipped it over her head and drank in the sight as I pulled it down. It fit fine, I think it was supposed to be tighter up top, but Jo is a little bigger than Caroline. I thought it looked great but was very happy to hear that she didn’t like it so we would have to keep trying. She mentioned the tight stretchy skirt again so I reminded her about how the jeans failed her and that it should be easy to flip up. It turns out she was thinking the same thing and proceeded to show me how the current dress might fail. She showed me how she would hook her arms under the hem and lift. She clearly did not know how high she was lifting it, but it was still 2 inches shy of where I wanted it to be. Despite my distraction I saw her point, the loose material would flop around and it was hard to get it all up at once. I remembered seeing one that might work but I never pulled it out because I thought it would be too small. But now that I saw this dress on her I knew Jo was a little bigger so it must be bigger than I thought. On the hanger it looked way to small but obviously meant to stretch. Having done this before we easily found a rhythm where she turned around, raised her arms and I pulled off the dress. The new dress was much more fun to put on as the tightness required me to pull in a lot more places. The best part was when her hands were up, and the top of the dress was still above her head covering her face and the bulk of the dress was bunched at the top of her chest. I had started the same way you might pull on a sock by bunching up the material in your hands, but now I had to pull from the hem to finish the job. I fidgeted with the material near her armpit to find the hem and at the same time I could not help but poke my head around front for a peek. I did not risk looking long but it seems I have a near photographic memory when properly motivated. The material felt quite restrictive when it was bunched but stretched freely when it was spread out, so it slipped on nicely. It was basically like a fitted tank top that just kept going. I’d guess the material was cotton and it had some vertical corrugations that allowed it to stretch in the right places without being baggy in others. She joked about that process being less than graceful, I retorted by saying I don’t put on a lot of dresses.

It stayed friendly and fun but, sigh, that was the last time I saw her naked. I kept thinking of all the things I could have done differently but sometimes I wonder if it wasn’t for the best. I’ve spent way more time fantasizing about this than I have with any “successful” conquests.

Thanks
 

Thanks for the fun story

You did the right thing, anything more would have been taking advantage of her sad situation. Good for you for giving her the respect. What happened after this? Did you help her more or did she find someone else?

I saw her the next day and brought her dinner, it was awkward and we never really addressed the elephant in the room. Shortly after, her mom flew in so my work was done. I thought we were mending things over text but that ended abruptly. The crash killed her mountain bike money and she moved back home within a week or two. She said that she would write when she got a new phone number but she never did.