It was tough living across the hall from one of the most amazing specimens of a man that I had ever laid eyes on. He was your classic tall dark and handsome. He had all his deep brown hair, a muscular physique, and was tall. At least six feet two inches I have never had any problems attracting the attention of men, and he would have been perfect for my five foot ten 'statuesque' body, but there was just one problem with this guy. We could not keep a conversation going for the love of us. I mean every time we passed in the hall, all we managed to do was grunt hello at each other. I tried a couple of times to strike up a conversation, but they always ended up in awkward silences after less than three sentences. At times I thought he was shy, but I was more inclined to believe that he was just not that into me.
I was single and had a roommate. I had never known her before she responded to an ad I took out in the paper. I needed someone to split the rent with. It is kind of tough for single women like ourselves who are just getting started in the work force to rent an apartment on our own, so like so many other women, we rented a two bedroom apartment and split the costs. We got along reasonably well, and did our best to warn each other if we might be bringing a hottie home with us that night so the other could stay out of the way. Since my roommate was a sex screamer, I usually holed up in my room with my mp3 player on full and a good romantic novel. Sometimes I would just lay back and entertain myself with my vibrator. With that lack of privacy, we became quite close friends and often shared our deepest secrets and life aims.
At this particular time, I was between boyfriends. As many women have experienced, when you have nobody in your life on a daily basis, you start to slip up on the care and maintenance of your body department. Since I had snagged a couple of pair of panty hose in the last few days on my leg stubble, the cost of not maintaining was starting to catch up with the maintenance costs. I only had so many pairs of slacks, and after a while it got boring wearing pants every day. Since my room mate was going out with her current beau that night, I decided to give myself the once over. Dye my roots, shave off the stubble on my legs, and took a nice long bubble bath.
One good thing about our apartment was that it seemed to have limitless supplies of hot water, so I took to indulging in that luxury at every opportunity. So after I had touched up my roots, I had a quick shower to wash the excess dye out of my hair. Then I shaved my legs. At that point I drained the tub, had another quick rinse in the shower to get any stray hairs off of my body, and then filled the tub again for a nice long, hot bubble bath. I laid back with my eyes closed for about five minutes, when I heard the sound of a single drip. A few seconds later there was another one, and then another. So much for peace and quiet. I sat up hoping to fix it. My first thought was that I had not shut off the tap tightly enough, but when I checked that was not the case. Then I realized that it must just be the shower draining back through the spout.
I tried to relax again, but the constant dripping was just wearing on me. My own little personal Chinese water torture. So I rested against the back of the tub again, and lifted my toe up to the end of the faucet. The next drip just ran down my toe, down my foot and slipped silently into the water. Since that worked pretty well, I kept doing it. Pretty soon I was just laying there with my eyes closed running my toe around the end of the spout. I guess I dozed off because the next thing I knew, I was breathing in soap bubbles. Naturally I sneezed, and the reflex made my toe jam up into the spout. No amount of trying would get that toe to move. It was like it had been glued in.
I sat there for about a half hour trying to remove my toe, but I could not. I was starting to see the silliness of the situation but the water was getting cooler. An hour or so later, there was no more humor in the situation. The water was cold and I was shivering. I realized that I could just touch my towel, so after hitching it over, I let the water out and covered myself with my makeshift blanket. By this time my entire leg was aching and my toe was pretty much numb. All I could do was sit back and wait for my roommate to get back from her date.
Fortunately for me she came in early. She had had a fight with her boyfriend. So when she came in, I called her to come and help me. She tried all the things I had already, with pretty much the same results. The notable exception was that it hurt a lot more. My roommate suggested the fire department, but I put a stop to that right away. I said that they would likely use something to cut the tap off the wall. I was concerned about the bill to the landlord. I was also concerned about what would happen to my toe if they slipped while cutting the spout off.
Since I would not let her call the fire department, or the paramedics for that matter, she did the only other thing that she could think of. She ran out and knocked on the door of the hunky guy across the hall. He opened the door for her right away, and came over immediately. At least I was mostly covered when he walked in. He tried the brute force approach that my roommate and I had already attempted, but with no better luck. When I screamed, he was immediately contrite, and begged my forgiveness. He looked so woebegone that he had hurt me that I had to forgive him. I mean what else could I do, he was trying to help! He was even more hunky up close. He was wearing a tee shirt and his muscles were rippling as he had almost removed my toe from my foot.
He asked for some vegetable oil and crushed ice after he thought about things a bit more. Seemed strange to me, but my roommate rushed to give him what he wanted. When she returned he cupped his hands around my big toe and asked her to pour some oil in. When they were finished, I had oil all over my toe, and there was also oil up inside the spout. He tried pulling gently, but it still was stuck. Next he packed my toe in the crushed ice for about ten minutes and tried again. He reasoned that my toe had swollen in the hot water and having been jammed. He tried again, and it still did not work.
So he thought about it some more and then asked my roommate for a plastic freezer bag or something sort of heavy plastic sheeting. She returned with a grocery store bag and a heavier bag from a woman's boutique that she frequented. He said the grocery bag was too thin, but decided that the bag from the boutique would be adequate for his purposes. He then went to his apartment and came back with a wrench. He removed the shower head, put the bag over the pipe, and then put the shower head back on. When I asked why he did that, he said it would keep the water from coming out. I could see that, but I still did not understand why he needed to do that. Then he iced my toe again for about twenty minutes. It sure was getting cold by then. At this point, he pulled down on my foot and told my roommate to turn the water on full blast. Out popped my toe. He slipped and fell on top of me and in the scramble my towel fell off.
After the shock, I started to laugh. I mean, there I was fully naked with this hot guy all over me, and my roommate looking on. It was almost like some sort of threesome porn movie. We were soon all doubled up in hysterical laughter. The laughter covered up any embarrassment that I might have felt over being naked. But to tell the truth, I was just so relieved to be free of the toe trap, that I couldn't care less.
The best thing about the evening though was that it smashed that darn communication problem we were having. We chatted and laughed for the rest of the evening, and I maneuvered him into asking me out the next night before I let him go home. The next night, I was still limping a bit, but I sure did enjoy myself, and so did he.
That was six months ago and everything has been doing great since then. Who would have thought that my date with a drip would have worked out so well.
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