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My sister gave me her usual spiel last night. I called her back after I'd cleaned my cum off of my fucking face.

As always, she's worried about me. Ever since my one year anniversary of my accident last month, she's been checking up on me more than normal.

She's worried about me being alone. She knows that I'm a relationship kind of guy. Even though I was deployed all over the world, I always had a steady girlfriend to come home to. I like relationships, not many guys will admit that, but I like having one person to focus on. I like the stability a relationship provides.

I know who I am and who they are and what they expect of me. I don't have to date or mess around trying to impress someone or get them to come home with me. It's better than being single. It's unlike me to be single for a year, that's why she's worried.

Bex knows a little about my trouble in the bedroom department. Obviously it's not something you talk to your sister about comfortably, but she saw the pills when I left them out once in my bathroom. Being nosy, she asked, I told the truth.

She's been worried ever since. She thinks that me having a steady partner will rebuild my confidence and basically, rejuvenate my libido. I don't see it that way. It's just asking for more humiliation and emasculation. Plus, I don't want to get mad and take it out on the poor woman again. I felt like an ass last time. I refuse to do that again.

Maya comes up with a can of sprite just before lunch. She's dressed in a thin cardigan thing that my sister calls a kaftan or something. From the strips of red fabric showing at her shoulders, I know she's wearing that sinful bikini underneath it.

My suspicions are confirmed when I spot her sunbathing again out of the window.

Does she not have a job or something?

I eat lunch at the front of the house again, actively avoiding the sexy woman at the back of it. When I come back in, I finish up the room and turn off the radio. It will need about three days to dry before I paint it.

I spot Maya out of the window again, mainly because I'm looking for her. She is on the sun lounger, which is pointed away from me. Even upside down, her body is fucking perfect. I tell myself that I can perv one more time and then I really have to stop.

Women weren't made to be objectified like this. I'm putting feminism back years by being such a pervert, but I can't fucking stop.

Her skin is glowing with the shine of sun cream. Knowing that she's all hot and oily is even sexier. I wonder what it would feel like to touch her skin. Is she as smooth and soft as she looks?

My cock twitches, reminding me of it's existence. I look down and my eyes nearly bug out of my skull at the hard-on I'm sporting. The bulge of my cock is clearly visible in my work trousers. I stare at it for a moment, waiting for it to disappear like a mirage or something.

This can't be happening. My cock got hard by itself? No porn? No touching? No pill?

I unzip my trousers and stick my hand in my boxers to feel it for myself.

Fuck. I'm hard as stone.

I can't remember the last time I felt this hard. My eyes travel back to the reason; Maya. This women is like my muse, she's inspiring my cock to come back to life.

I stroke it from base to tip and grunt at the sheer pleasure that brings. Fuck, that feels good. I can't resist stroking it again.

On the sun lounger, Maya is lying down with her eyes closed. She stretches her arms above her head and points her toes. One of her nipples comes free of the pathetic little triangle and pokes out of the side. The gold bar going through the brown bud glints in the sunlight. She makes the most adorable moan of satisfaction at her stretch.

That's all it fucking takes.

"Shit, no! Ohhh, fuckkk," I curse as I start cumming without warning.

I can't stop now. I pump my hand as the pleasure hits me. It makes my knees weak and I grab the windowsill with my free hand to catch myself. My hips move back and forth as I fuck my hand and prolong my climax.

My cock pulses again and again, spurting thick ropes of cum into my boxers and over my hand. I'm breathless by the time it ends. I lay my forehead against the windowsill, panting.

"What the fuck," I mutter.

I cannot fucking believe that just happened. Not only did I get hard naturally for the first time in a year, I just fucking came over nothing. A woman in a bikini, a moan and a flash of nipple. That was it, that's all it took.

You're fucking pathetic, Walker.

Cursing myself, I raise my head from the windowsill and look out of the window. The sun lounger is empty. Maya has gone.

Where the fuck is she?

I panic as I hear her footsteps on the stairs. She's on her way up here and I still have my hand down my boxers, full of cum. I look down and panic even more at the sight of the huge wet patch on my beige work trousers. My cum has soaked through the material.

SHIT.

There's not enough time for me to get to the bathroom. Fuck. I look around, desperately trying to find something to use.

I pull my hand free, ignoring the white semen all over it, and stick it in the bucket of plaster next to my feet. Then, I smear the plaster on my trousers, over the wet patch.

Maya walks in just as I've done up my zipper.

"I'm no handyman, but I swear the plaster is supposed to go on the walls and not your trousers?" She says jovially, grinning at me.

I give her a relieved smile. "Uh, yeah. Had a bit of an accident." I hold up my plaster-caked hand.

She chuckles and holds up two packaged lollies. "Feel free to use the bathroom to clean up, I can tidy it later. I wanted to ask if you want an ice lolly, I'm having one to cope with this heat."

My mouth waters at the prospect of cold, flavoured ice in this heat. She looks at my hand and then my trousers.

"On second thought, why don't I just leave this here whilst you get cleaned up, okay?" She says with a laugh and puts the ice lolly on top of my radio.

She turns and walks out of the door, giving me a killer view of her ass that jiggles on the way out.

"Maya?"

She pokes her head back round. "Yep?"

"Thank you."

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Other than ruining a perfectly good pair of work trousers with cum and plaster, yesterday was a good day.

I jerked off to Maya this morning in the shower, without porn. Although I might be totally sexualising this woman when I have no right to do so, I can't bring myself to feel that bad about it when she is the one who has cured my impotence.

I tried thinking about other women; nothing. Models, porn stars, celebrities, you name it, nothing. But as soon as I think of Maya? Bang, I'm hard.

I don't know what it is about her. It's not just her banging body and beautiful looks. She's so fucking nice as well, she seems so genuine. I love that.

I turn my key in the truck's ignition and it splutters for a bit before roaring to life. There's still life in this old girl yet, but I gotta get her checked out. I call the garage before I leave and book her in for Friday.

When I get to the house, Maya is on the porch swing. She's reading a book with her legs tucked underneath her.

"Morning, Joss," she greets me chirpily over the top of the book.

"Morning," I reply tersely, trying not to think about how I fisted my cock to a mental image of her just under an hour ago.

I work on plastering the second room. Maya comes up and sits with me, much to my happiness and my frustration. It's hard to fucking concentrate with her sat on a box, chatting away.

She asks about my job, my life pretty much. She's not being nosy, just making conversation. I like how positive and bubbly she is, counteracts my bitterness, I think.

"How much do you know about plumbing?"

I look over my shoulder at her. "A little. Why? You got a plumbing problem?"

I did but you fixed that, sweetcheeks.

"Yeah, my kitchen sink isn't draining. I was going to check the U-bend but I have no experience in this sort of thing and I didn't want to make the problem any worse."

"No problem, I'll take a look at it after I've finished this wall, okay?"

I don't finish the wall till just gone five. After washing my hands, I come downstairs and shuck off my boots. In my socks, I walk across her polished floor into the kitchen.

"It's this sink, it's just not draining as quickly as it used to..." She opens the cupboard doors to allow my access to the sink. "Oh, sorry, let me get all of this crap out of your way."

I swallow hard as she starts taking the cleaning equipment out of the cupboard and putting them on the side. She's wearing those fucking tiny track shorts again and they're riding right up her ass every time she bends over.

I drag my hand down my face and try to get a grip on myself and not her ass.

You're fucking mess, Walker.

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