Postal Dude

The Dude wasn't the neatest person. It's a pity you didn't find out how untidy he was before you agreed to live with him. His trailer was old and shabby, and he didn't clean it often. You couldn't live in a mess for two weeks, and the Dude refused to clean up, so you took over everything yourself. Luckily, he at least bought a new mop and cleaning supplies himself.

Tonight you planned to wash the floors, while the Dude was carelessly sitting on the couch and watching TV. You put on gloves and a wet rag on the mop and began to wash the floor in the living room, where the Dude was. At one point, you had to bend over to clean the floor under the cabinet because the mop wouldn’t fit there. You were practically lying on the floor, ass up, furiously working with a wet rag. The Dude finally took his eyes off the TV, paying attention to your peculiar pose. You didn't see it, but a mischievous grin appeared on his face. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed how the Dude’s hand reaches for his groin, crawling under his pants.