Zia is the Rabbi's daughter. I work for the Rabbi although I'm not Jewish. Zia is in her early twenties, recently married to a short thin bloke who looks too young to be married.
I never really rated Zia as hot, she's not really my type. Apart from being religious, younger than me, and recently married, I always thought she was a bit of a snob.
She's attractive enough. She has mid-length brown hair, brown eyes, she's of medium height and build. her best feature is her lips: they're full and thick in that wide-mouthed style.
During the holiday period when the community centre where we both work was closed, I was busy patching a ceiling hole when she arrived. I was up a ladder, she came in the front door and stood at the bottom of the ladder to say hi, without realising I was getting a good view of the tops of her little tits in a loose black t-shirt.
Pleasantries over, she went off to do something and I went back to the patch.
Some minutes later, in comes this thin guy asking for her. I took him down to Zia's office and left them to it.
At that time the three of us were the only ones in the three-storey building so I went back to work. As the day wore on, my maintenance duties took me all over the building. It was mid- afternoon and quite warm when I went onto the rooftop to finish a furniture repair. The rooftop was set up as a play area during the week and used for functions on weekends.
In the middle is a raised area with some outdoor couches around it, and I stumbled onto Zia and the skinny bloke sitting there. She was half-laying with her head resting on his chest but when she saw me she sat upright, her face turning red with embarrassment.
I just smiled and went to find something else to do. As I turned away I thought I saw her smooth her dark skirt down but I wasn't sure. I figured the little skinny bloke was the new husband that I'd never met.
On the first floor, there's a security camera monitoring station. I decided to have my afternoon break there. I zoomed in on the rooftop camera and sure enough Zia was sitting opposite the skinny bloke on the edge of the couch. I took a sip of my drink and froze as I realised her legs were uncovered. The black skirt was invisible, I was looking at the side of her thighs.
The resolution on the camera was not great but I'm sure she was showing the bloke up her skirt. I watched some more, and a few moments later I was no longer in doubt. She stood in front of him holding her skirt up high. After a few seconds she sat back down, skirt now firmly back over her legs.
I watched for about three minutes and only saw indistinct movement. They were apparently talking, but there was nothing exciting happening so I went back to work.
An hour or so later I was putting things away and I went past Zia's office. The light was on and she was alone. I said, "Visitor gone?"
She looked at me and I saw pain and confusion. She was close to tears.
"Oh I'm sorry Zia, I wasn't intending to intrude..."
"It's OK David. Yes, he's gone. Back to his overbearing mother's, I expect. You probably realise he's my husband, but he was a convenience. My parent's choice."
"That's sad Zia." But she went on.
"I'm another in a long line. Me, my mother, my grandmother - we're all daughters of Rabbis and our function is to produce more little Jewish kids. Only I've got a problem. The twit they chose for me doesn't have a clue. Oh, why am I telling you this. Sorry."
The 'Uncle Dave' part of me came out.
"It's OK. I don't know if I can help but if you need a shoulder to cry on..."
I wasn't really serious but she stood and rushed to me, the tears rolled out, and she pressed into me. I held her gingerly - she sobbed into my chest and I was quickly aware that her sobs caused her tits to rub up and down my chest. I tried to push her away a little, but she hugged in and now it was worse - I had a hardon and it was pressed between us.
Thirty seconds later Zia had stopped sobbing and we parted. She sat in her chair, I sat on the couch next to her.
"Oh David, I'm sorry. Thanks, um, but, well the problem is I can't seem to get him going. You know, interested in me. THAT way. What' wrong with me? I'm pretty right?"
"You are, Zia. It's not you, it's him. Maybe he's shy, maybe he's scared or just not ready. Look, tell me to shut up if you like, but good Jewish couples are virgins when they marry, right?"
"That's right."
"Well, like you said, maybe he really doesn't have a clue. And girl, maybe you don't either?"
She looked at me and smiled a little. "That's a fair enough comment. I think we're supposed to know even if nobody talks about it. Can I ask you some, well, questions about marriage and those things David?"
"Yeah, OK. But it's bit awkward..."
"I know. But, well, oh heck I might as well just say it. He's supposed to put his seed inside me right? Well he can't enter me and I don't know what to do ..."
Professor Uncle Dave now. "Is he large?"
"I don't know, how big is large?"
"Fair question. Can he not get inside you because he's too big?"
"Oh I see. No, it's just sore and painful."
"Do you use a lubricant?"
"A what?"
"Something to help. So, er, everything is slippery?"
Silence. She looked at me. Then, "Slippery. I get it. We're dry."
"Oh, Zia, that's easy to fix! Wait, you've never, um, got sexually excited before?"
"Well, a little. Um, no not really."
"When a woman is sexually ready her vagina gets wet, to help the man get in. Have you ever got wet?"
"Not like that, no I don't think so. How do I make it wet?"
