The sweltering heat of the afternoon sun beat down on the small town as Selman made his way to Mulaim's house. He had been summoned to fix her TV antenna, which had been acting up for the past few days. As he approached the front door, he couldn't help but notice the bead of sweat trickling down his forehead, a testament to the unbearable heat.
Mulaim greeted him with a warm smile as she ushered him inside. "Thanks for coming on such short notice, Selman," she said, her voice as smooth as silk. "I have no idea what's wrong with my TV. I can't seem to get any channels."
Selman nodded, his eyes scanning the room as he searched for the source of the problem. "No worries, Mulaim. I'll have it fixed in no time," he replied, his voice laced with confidence.
As he worked, Mulaim mentioned the heat and excused herself to take a shower. Selman's heart skipped a beat as he imagined her standing under the cool stream of water, her body glistening with moisture. He tried to shake off the thought, but it lingered in his mind, taunting him with every turn of the screwdriver.
Mulaim left the bathroom door slightly open, and Selman couldn't resist the temptation to take a peek. His breath hitched in his throat as he saw her naked form, the water cascading down her curves. He felt his body react, and he quickly turned away, embarrassed by his own thoughts.
As he continued to work, his eyes kept wandering back to the bathroom door. He noticed a red thong on the washing machine and picked it up, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what he was holding, and he felt a wave of desire wash over him.
Without thinking, Selman started jerking off, holding the thong in his other hand. He closed his eyes, imagining Mulaim's body pressed against his. He got carried away, and before he knew it, he had ejaculated on the thong.
Selman panicked, looking around the room to make sure no one had seen him. He quickly grabbed some tissue and cleaned up the mess, his mind racing with what to do next. He decided to take the thong with him, stuffing it into his pocket as he tried to act normal.
Mulaim returned to the living room, still searching for her missing thong. She asked Selman if he had seen it, but he denied it, his heart racing as he tried to keep his cool. Mulaim shrugged it off and went to her room to get changed.
Selman let out a sigh of relief, but he couldn't shake off the guilt that was gnawing at him. He had just ejaculated on Mulaim's thong, and he had no idea how to tell her. He decided to keep it to himself, hoping that she would never find out.
As he packed up his tools, he couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and desire. He had just experienced one of the most intense moments of his life, and he wasn't sure what it meant. All he knew was that he couldn't wait to see Mulaim again.
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