Nothing happened. She moved close to Neil's ear and whispered, 'We've been using the lamp ever since it broke. That's why I forgot about it.'
Her closeness excited Neil. She smelled fresh, clean, like she had just gotten out of the shower. That explained the house robe – who else would be sitting around in such attire at this hour of the day? Neil, nodded and stepped from the room, and she followed. He was already regretting the fact that he hadn't changed into his street clothes before coming up here. He made a mental note not to do any more repairs in his swim trunks.
'Where's the fuse box?' he asked the attentive green eyes.
She blinked. It was obvious she didn't know what he was talking about. Her red eyebrows furrowed and her button nose wrinkled into a state of nonunderstanding. 'Huh?'
'You know, the fuse box. Where the fuses are kept.'
That beautiful face was still a question mark. Neil realized he was dealing with someone who lacked the awareness necessary to get through everyday life. But he also saw she was beautiful enough to have these things willingly done for her by almost any man she chose.
He went into the kitchen and searched inside the cabinets until he located the box. The redhead followed close behind like an intent child. When he opened it and pulled the switch to cut the power in the apartment everything went dark. The redhead gasped and jumped onto his back with a hug of fear.
Neil was cramped over in the cabinet and could do nothing except feel the warm firmness of her small breasts as they dug heavily into his shoulders. Then her thighs brushed his to send ripples of tingling fire along his legs which centered right in on that inadequately contained peter.
She was trying to climb on him out of fear. After all, everything had gone dark. Neil whispered back to her, 'Nothing to worry about… it's okay.'
'But it's dark! There's been a power shortage or something!'
Neil had to push the switch back up and return the reassuring light to the apartment before the clinging redhead would relinquish her hold of safety. Neil patiently waited as she slowly lifted her tits from his shoulders with a grinding, soft slide. Then her tender thighs slipped along his until she was at last free. He turned to face her.
'Now the lights are going to go off again, but you have nothing to worry about. I'm doing it so I won't get a shock when I replace the busted switch.'
That seemed to get through the emerald-green eyes. She blinked, then said, 'Wait, let me light a candle first. I hate to be in the dark.'
Neil waited while she lit her candle and walked into the living room. He noticed the terrycloth had once again parted at the top and bottom. His pulse hadn't yet returned to normal from her healthy climb on his body. He flicked the switch and decided to get the busted one repaired and scram out of there in record time.
He was glad the light was low in the living room as he passed through. His semi-erection was less visible. The redhead sat in a chair and stared closely at the newspaper in the inadequate light. That's how Abraham Lincoln used to study. Neil mused to himself.
He had no idea why the thought passed through his mind.
The removal and replacement of a light switch is a simple job. Two wires to undo, two screws to unscrew, and the old switch just falls out. Reverse the procedure with the new switch and replace the cover plate and it's done.
But Neil forgot the flashlight. This made things a bit tougher. Some light filtered through the draperies into the bedroom and he was able to do half the job. But the second half was tougher. He needed more light and decided that opening the draperies a few inches would do the trick He was sure the small amount of light wouldn't disturb the redhead's sleeping roomie.
He crossed the room and parted the drapes The light came in. With the new vision and the different vantage point on the bed, Neil couldn't help seeing what he saw. What looked like a body under the blankets was something much different when viewed from the window.
The disheveled pile of bedclothes was for the most part behind and around the sleeping woman. From her sprawl of whipped hair to the tiny foot she was totally, unquestionably naked. And what a body to see in full nudity!
Her head was tilted back, mouth open, she took long, slow drags of air which made her chest lift and fall. Her nose was sort of long and pointed, not a beak, a graceful spear. It was balanced by high, arched eyebrows of healthy thickness which had a slight uplift at each end. Her mouth was large, red, and languid.
Her gazellelike neck swooped down to straight shoulders and mammoth, unending pillows of swaying breast. They were huge! Large brown nipples stretched each round end like big smears of chocolate. She was partially on her side and her tits sloped and hung in two full mounds of creamy flesh.
Neil had thought she was a small woman by the size of her foot But he was mistaken. She was at least as tall as he was, but for such size she had a remarkably small waist. From the monumental breasts everything crashed inward to a flat, slightly heaving stomach, a tight, narrow waistline, then an abrupt ledge of hip.
Her hips were wide, turned out, and housed a forest of brown hair which in turn framed a long, crimson slit of fully mature cunt. Her legs were open and Neil's view of the hump between her legs was perfect. It was the pussy of a woman, an earthy, experienced cunt that showed years of great care and frequent exercise.
Neil's cock also enjoyed the fine valleys and mountains of sleeping flesh. It was up, hard, stiff, and screaming to enjoy the twisting strangle of a cunt like that. But Neil had a job to do, and it was waiting half done. Regretfully he went back to the light switch and screwed it in.
As he tiptoed through the living room he was stopped by the redhead. 'Is this you?' she asked, her voice carrying extreme measures of admiration and respect.
'Hmmmm?'
'This?' She held up the front page of the newspaper and once again Neil viewed himself as a hero.
He nodded like it was nothing and started for the fuse box. 'Wait,' she cried. 'We have to wake up Rhonda and let her know! She'll be so excited!'
'Oh, I don't think we should bother her…'
He didn't have a chance. The redhead leaped from her chair and grabbed his hand. Her sudden rise made the robe part even more and Neil was winked at by a round, red nipple. It was like the eye of a small child peeking at you around mommy's leg. He wasn't left with the energy to refuse.
She tugged him into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed. Rhonda, it seemed, had partially awakened. Either that or she was having the equivalent of a wet dream. Either way, she was still nude, still spread out next to the hump of covers, still had her eyes closed. But now her hand was deep into the tropical jungle of her pussy hair and energetically probing the bright red lips of her cunt.
The redhead stopped, speechless. Neil stared, breathless. Rhonda had her middle finger well inserted inside her hole and was using her thumb to massage her swollen clitoris into a harder and harder knot. Her wide hips were making gradual rocks and rolls from one side to the other, from one bun to the other. She was working her cunt into heat with avid eagerness.
'Rhonda?' whispered the redhead.
'Hmmmmm…' Rhonda answered without opening her eyes, and Neil was privileged to watch more of her enjoyable performance.
'Uhhhh… guess who I have here.'
Rhonda grinned but didn't open her eyes. 'I hope it's a man…' she answered, still working her pussy lips into a fire-red heat
Neil was amazed that Rhonda continued to play with herself, even if she did think her roommate was kidding. The fact that she would lie there on the bed masturbating in front of her roommate was shocking enough.
'No, Rhonda, really, there's someone here,' the redhead insisted.
'Good. Lay him on top of me…'
Rhonda's strange sense of humor finally did it. With an exasperated turn of her head the red-haired roommate said to Neil, 'Go ahead. Give it to her. That'll show her who's kidding!'
There was nothing Neil would have liked to do more. But he couldn't believe the situation, his cock was upright, eager to sink its pounding head deep inside the wet, soaked box lying so open, so primed before him. The redhead stomped from the room in a show of temper, and Neil started to follow, but Rhonda's words stopped him
