The Roofers

[Syd]

I couldn't look at the monitor one more second longer. I had been working on a bear of a project and it was taking much longer than I had anticipated. And, adding to the stress, the client was really pushing me to rush the job. I needed a break and the day was approaching my favorite time. The sun was cooling a bit and the trees swayed against the bright blue sky. The white puffy clouds were drifting by.

Outside was busy with people mowing lawns, children playing and roofers installing a new roof on the neighbor's house. I pushed my chair away from the desk, went to the kitchen and grabbed a big glass of iced tea, went outside and sat on the stoop. Inhaling the fresh air of this pristine area I call home, I raised my face to the sun and felt it beam down on me. Ahhh....feeling better already.

I looked over at the neighbor's roof and watched the work going on. I watched for a few minutes and then noticed a young man coming over the top of the roof. He was in khaki shorts, thick belt and work boots. His red t-shirt was tucked into his back pocket. His body was athletic, well defined and tanned. I put my hands behind me and rested back on them, arching my back to relieve the tension from sitting at my desk all day. I watched him as he moved quickly and gracefully over the roof, amazed at his balance.

He stopped for a bit to wipe the sweat from his brow. He turned out to face the street and he caught a glimpse of me. I gave a smile and a wave, which he returned and then resumed his work. I sat there in my white shorts and sleeveless t-shirt. The shirt clung to my torso a bit as I leaned back; the neck scooped low, just to my cleavage, which seperated my very ample breasts. My healthy skin glistened in the sun. As I crossed my legs I could feel how silky they were from being shaven this morning. My long hair was in bunches atop my head as I always play with it when I'm working. I set it free, the thick strawberry- blonde tresses bouncing over my shoulders. I moved my fingers through it, gently combing it out and smelling the freshness of this morning's shampooing.

I watch him lift and bend and twist. Noticing how beautiful his body is, every motion flexing the muscles in his back, his arms so lean yet strong. Every now and again, he turns to see if I am still here. They are awkward turns because of the way he is situated on the roof, so I know he is deliberately trying to look me over. My mind is quickly turning to thoughts of him being closer to me.

 

[Maniac9538]

He had noticed the girl next door since he started the roofing job. But unfortunately for him his manager was pissed about how long this roof was taking, aso every chance he had to go over to look in her window he would. Everytime he looked over through her window towards he he imagined walking into her room, ripping those shorts and shirt from her body and fucking her right on that table of hers. Suddenly his boss yells for a lunch break. He grins and disappears over the roof and climbs down the ladder. Slipping away from the rest of the guys he walked over to her house ringing her doorbell.

 

[willywanker]

I own a roofing company and had been called to put on a new roof for some rich cat who would pay extra if the job were finished in one day. He had some big shin-dig planned for the following night. I don't know why he didn't wait until after the party cause the roof wasn't leaking but I wasn't about to turn down the bonus because he was stupid. But all the young bucks on my crew had noticed the attractive woman next door and I was having a hell of a time keeping them working. They had all stripped off there shirts and were walking around on the roof trying to act cool and flexing their muscles. I was amused by their actions til it became apparent that if they kept it up, I wasn't going to get that bonus, I was going to have a house with a torn up roof, an irrate client, and party guest with no place to go.

My crew are really a good bunch of guys and took it pretty well when I started yelling at them to get back to work and cut out the showing off. But I have to admit, when she decided to come out and sit on her porch, my mind was on other things than the job at hand also. I loved the way her shirt stretched across her chest and when she let down her hair, well lets just say the young guys arn't the only ones capable of getting wood. But as a 42 year old man with lots of grey hair and the start of middle age spread, I figured to watch this one from the sidelines. Half teasing, I yelled at my crew to quit goofing off as I watched the looking back and forth of this beautiful lady and the young bucks on the roof. At my truck, I'm not sure she even knew I was there. I decided if they were all goofing off anyway, they might as well take a break and called for one. One of the guys took off like a bat out of hell toward her house and was ringing the door bell. I wanted to make sure he minded his manners cause it was still my name on the sign in the yard, so I headed over to make sure all was Okay.

 

[asian cunny]

When I moved in this house a week ago, I was annoyed at the condition of it. The realtor we corresponded with had told us that everything was in good condition, and we need only move in. It turned out that the plumbing is bad, the paint is peeling, and worst of all, the roof is leaking. My husband took care of the plumbing himself, he's quite a handy man, and we'll also do the painting next weekend, calling workmen to do it is costly. But roofing is a big job, and dangerous too. After all, we're past forty, and my husband is an important banker, not used to climbing roofs. As we're already living here, my husband tried to find a company that agreed to finish the roofing in one day. Especially since we're having a big party here tomorrow night, inviting all kinds of business relations and also neighbors, to announce our arrival and to get to know them.


I'm home all day, and like to watch them work. Maybe they think, "What's this asian lady looking at, she doens't know anything about roofing anyway. Why doesn't she just go out and visit her friends while we're working." Being new in this town, I haven't made any friends yet, and anyway, I like to stay home, looking after the garden and tidying up my house. I also make big pots of coffee for the workmen, so they can come into the kitchen for a chat if they like. I wish they would, but all they do is get a mug of coffee, thank me politely and walk out the door again.

I look from the window and see our nextdoor neighbor come out and sit on the porch with a cold drink in her hand. He keeps looking at our roof, I don't know at who. Soon I hear someone calling that it's their lunch break, and I see first one workman, then another guy, who looks to be the grey haired foreman, disappear into her house. I wonder what they're up to.

Someone knocks on the kitchen door, and I open it to admit a couple of workmen who want more coffee. "You got some ice, Mam?" one of them says, "It's mighty hot out there." I get some ice from the fridge and make iced coffee for them. I see they have their sandwich bags with them. "You can sit here to have your lunch, guys," I invite them, "With a partial roof, it's still cooler than outseide," I smile.

 

[Syd]

As I was in the kitchen pouring another glass of ice tea, I heard the bell ring. I thought, "Oh great, I am not in the mood for any unexpected guests today." I get people ringing the bell all the time, so it was not unusual to hear it in the late afternoon. It was probably a student looking to sell chocolate bars or one of the oodles of Jehovah's that come looking to convert me. I turned the corner towards the front door. I was very pleased to see that it was neither of those annoying callers. My heart skipped a beat as I saw it was the young man I had seen up on the roof and another man, who I hadn't seen at the site. My mind was spinning, searching for a reason why they would ever ring my bell.

I approach the screen door, a bit anxious and a bit excited. The young man is so clean considering he's been working up on a hot roof all day. The other man looks as though he is in charge; he is very sure of himself and he looks respectable in his nice casual clothing. I can't imagine what they need, but I love helping people out so I'm ready to help in anyway I can. I stepped to the screen door, smiled my sparkling smile and asked, "can I help you gentlemen?".

 

[Maniac9538]

Smiles politely to the lady. 'I was curious if you had some ice I could borrow. I knowe this is kinda of a strange request but I have some iced tea I made this morning and I forgot to put ice in it.' Looks over his shoulder at his boss waving him discreetly away, begging whatever higher power there was to make him leave. God this woman was even more gorgeouis up close. Please he begged let Willy leave, now please.

 

[willywanker]

Okay, Okay, I thought as I was being waved away, you got here first so you get first shot. I waved politely to the woman as she looked from the doorway and turned to leave and then thought that would probably look stupid. I reached into my pocket and pulled one of my business cards from inside and turning back, handed it to the lady of the house and said "We are working next door, just wanted to drop off a card incase you had any work you might need done around your house. Thanks". I turned to leave, satisfied that my worker, tho obviously trying to hit on this lovely lady was at least being polite. As I walked back to get my lunch from the truck, I realized the rest of the crew had disappeared. Remembering how the cute asian lady of the house had been offering coffee this morning, I thought I would check there first. And sure enough, there they sat, eating their lunches at her breakfast table. I went in to run them out but as I stepped thru the door, she turned her smiling face toward me, and said "Come in, come in, plenty of room for one more" as she ran to fix more iced drinks.

Well, It was a lot cooler in here so I sat down and opened up the lunch I had packed that morning. She came hurrying back to the table and asked, "Can I fix you something to drink?" "Just some ice water would be nice" I replied and my eyes followed her nice ass as she moved toward the frig and the sink to fix the water. I must have been a bit to obvious, cause one of the guys poked me with his elbow and grined. Just then she returned with my water and brushed my arm with her breast as she sat it down. Standing, she smiled, had it been just a chance happening or had she meant to brush against me. Just two months out of a messy divorce, I still didn't have a good sense of the signals women sent anymore and had not been with a woman in some time. I was embarassed to realize that just that brush of her breast had given me a hardon, I scooted closer to the table to hide my erection under the table. I looked up to she her smiling. I tried to smile back but it felt kind of lopsided and strange. Picking up my sandwich and beginning the lift it toward my mouth, I said " You guys need to hurry and finish lunch so we can get back to work, you know it only gets hotter in the afternoon." All my attention focused on my lunch, I didn't see her moving around the table and when I tried to move back from the table, my elbow pressed into her soft breast. "I am so sorry" I started " and ,,,,,,,, my words fell off into a mumble. I couldnt look her in the eye as I tried to excuse myself and bolted for the door.

 

[asian cunny]

While the two workmen are having their lunch, they eat quietly. I wish they would make some small talk, but they don't. Maybe being an asian woman is as intimidating to them, as I am a bit intimidated by their size. They're all big men, at least 6'2 or more and weighing around 200lbs. But actually I only want to talk, get to know the people of my adopted country, better.

It's only been a few weeks since I came here from my old country in Asia. I met my husband, a white American, when he was stationed in my country by his company. I was working for the same company, and to make a long story short, we fell in love, got married, and when he had to repatriate, I came back with him. Unlike these workmen, he's only 5'8, and 158lbs. So we look very nice together.

In my country, people are saying that in America sex is very free. The thought is very enticing, although not necessarily true. it is said that you can practically have it with anybody you fancy, with no strings attached. And nobody will say anything or think it strange. Unlike in Asia, where a lot of people mind other people's business, especially family and extended family are always meddling into anyone's affairs. Being a highly sexual woman, I'm sick of all that, and I'm glad to be as far away as possible from them.

Now the greyhaired super comes in, he seems like a shy but nice man. How I would like to get to know him. I want to ask him why he went to my neighbor's house, whether he needs anything, that I can get for him. But all I say is for him to come in, have his lunch here, and does he want something to drink. As I hand him his glass of water, I accidentally bump his arm with my breast. He blushes, to my amusement. How cute.
Then he orders his men to hurry and I walk around the table to get more ice water from the fridge. At that moment he pushes his chair back to stand up, I didn't expect him to, as he hadn't even finshed his sandwich, and his elbow digs into my breast. I smile forgivingly at him for this accident, I'm sure it was not done on purpose, but he practically runs out of my kitchen, mumbling excuses, the poor man. I grab at his arm to calm him down, and say: "Please don't go, I know it was an accident. Please sit down and finish your lunch. I like the company." At that moment I glance down and notice a large bulge in his pants, and I understand his embarassment. I look up at him to reassure him, but to my astonishment, I see tears in his eyes. It's good that his men had left, I can hear them climbing back up on the roof.

I grab a tissue from the table and hand it to him. "What's wrong?", I ask soothingly, my hand still on his arm, and I lead him back to the table. "Please tell me what's bothering you." He tries to break free, but I know this man needs someone to talk to. And who better but me, a certified psychologist.

He sits at the table, and bit by bit the story of his bad marriage and messy divorce comes out. My heart goes out to him, whose children are now with his ex-wife, and by some tricky scheming, she had the court reject his visiting rights. He misses his son and daughter, but there is nothing he can do about that. He feels bitter about life and women in general.

I talk with him for a long time, and try to give him back his confidence in himself and others. I soothe his fears that his children will forget him. He is still appealing the court for visiting rights, and I try to make him feel more optimistic. He is very grateful that we have talked, and then he asks if he can come back for another talk. He asks where I practice, he'd like to be my first client. I laugh and say I don't have a licence to practice here yet, but that he can come as a friend any time, even after the roof is finished.

He stands up and takes my hand, presses it to his lips to thank me. "I don't know how to thank you. You may just have saved my life, I've been having thoughts of suicide lately," he says. His eyes look deeply into mine, then he pulls me to him and I feel his lips on mine, and something hard presses against my hip. I know I shouldn't allow a "client" to do this, but I really like this "drowning" man, and a little TLC will only do him a lot of good.

 

[Syd]

I can't believe that he is standing here at my door asking for ice... What do I do?

It is so obvious that he came for me and not the ice.

I notice my new neighbor buzzing around busily. Having a new roof installed is not an easy task to get done just after a week of moving in. Taking a quick second to think that soon I'll go see how she's liking the new neighborhood; I'll catch her at the fence, I'm sure.

I smile and say, "thank you, Willy, for the card. Do you install insulation as well? If you do, perhaps you could come back, take a look and give me an estimate. I'll have some time if you can come back at "quitting time" today.

Waving a "see you soon" to Willy, I open the screen door. Saying to the man I had desired so much just minutes ago, "please, come in.". I hold the screen door open and he brushes his body against mine, face to face. His skin is so warm. I blush as I close the door.

 

[Maniac9538]

If it wasn't for the fact that he was wearing some tight underwear she would have felt the massive buldge in his jeans brushing against her skin. Damn she smelt good too. He was stunned by this woman, she was even more beautiful up close than he imagined. 'So what do you do for a living that you got such a beautiful home?' startes at her, wanting to press her up against the wall and fuck the hell out of her, but he knew just making both thier bodies wait and ache would make it that much sweeter.

 

[willywanker]

I really hadn't planned on spilling my guts and opening up to a complete stranger about the troubles I had been having but she had been so caring and easy to talk to it had all come out and I felt a lot better. Her slight accent made me pay attention to what she said so I didn't misunderstand, but my body didn't seem to understand that this was therapy, my body seemed to think this was courting and responded accordingly. I had never been with a asian woman and started to notice her tight little body. She had small, upturned breast with no sag, was cute as a button and had a killer ass. Oh, I probably forgot to mention, I'm an ass man. First thing I check out on a woman, and this one is fine, oh so fine. But enough, I try to tell myself, she's trying to help.

After talking a while I realize I need to check on my crew to see if we can finish up today. When I get up to leave, I try again to tell her how much just talking has helped. As I stand there looking down at her, I can't help the impulse to reach down and give her a big hug. She seems to start to draw back and then just melts against me and I realize that my erection has either never gone done or has returned while I thought of her body. I don't want to be to froward but I grind myself slowly against her, knowing she must feel my shaft between us. Slowly lifting her hand to my lips, I kiss it as I look into her eyes, and then lean down further to plant a kiss squarely on her lovely lips. The sexual tension starts to rise and I again fear that I am misreading signs and break the kiss and almost run out the door. I can't forget the way her body felt in my arms as I hurry out the door, so little yet so alive.

My guys are all back on the job except the guy I had followed next door. I smiled, wondering if he were having any luck and desided to give him a little more time before I broke up his little party. I looked up to see the cute asain woman, standing at the window. Was she watching me? Had I read the signs right and been to scared to act? I determined to find out before I left today. We would be taking a break a little later, I'd go back for more ice water then, and just maybe,,,,,,,.

 

[asian cunny]

I'm sure the grey haired supervisor is taken with me. I tried to be as professional as possible, but couldn't help to notice the electric currents passing between us. The way he kissed me as a way of thanks, and the hardening shaft that he unconsciously ground against me, was proof enough. And then he bolted out the door, making me smile. He's just a very shy man, but his sexual needs are unmistakeable.

I look out the window and see him direct his crew to work faster. It is now past noon, and my husband promised him a big bonus if they finish the job today. Secretly I wish they will come back tomorrow. The neighborhood is very quiet, and having workmen around gives me something to look at. Especially having the grey haired supervisor there....

I forgot to ask his name, but I will later. I'm sure they'll have another break around midafternoon. I know, I'll bake a cake for them, so I'll have a reason to invite them back in, and maybe I'll get a chance to have another chat with him.

As I busy myself baking the cake, I notice that the handsome young workman, that went to the house next door, has not reappeared. Maybe the lady next door has a job for them, too, I muse, as I remember that the grey haired supervisor had also gone there for a while earlier. Hopefully so, so they'll come back again to work for the next few days.

 

[Syd]

I lead him into my kitchen. We stand before my sink and I take his thermos from his hands, being sure to let my fingers graze his. I answer, "I am a free lance graphic designer and I work from home. I was just taking a break on my stoop and resting my eyes".

I unscrew the thermos top and move to the freezer for ice. As I reach for the ice, the cool vapor blasts out and down my arm. I feel the coolness whisp around my arm and down to the side of my breast. I barely feel it through my shirt and bra, but it is enough to cause me to grin. I fill his thermos with a bunch of cubes and close the freezer.

Neither of us are speaking, but it seems like we're yelling in volumes of desire to each other. I move to stand before him, handing him his thermos. All I want at this moment is to kiss him and move my hands all over his hips and back. I move to speak, smiling with unmistakable lust and say, "my name is Syd, and now you have your ice". The thermos swings from my finger. The tension is so incredibly thick. I think I might just let him take me in a flash, but no, I want the tease to last.

 

[Maniac9538]

'I'm Lou and you have my thermos there beautiful' Steps up closer to her their bodies inches from one another 'you look sore, I could give you massage if you would like.' Smiles at her, God she smelled so good.

 

[willywanker]

Back in the saftey of my truck, I looked back on the happenings and decided that I had not misread the signs, that this woman was indeed interested. Kicking myself for my lack of self confidence, I made some phone calls to make sure materials were being delivered on the job I had planned for tomorrow. Satisfied that tomaorrow was taken care of, I leaned my head back and let myself daydream about the things I would like to do to the tight little asain body. Where would I start and would I or she be the aggressor? I had a feeling that much as I wanted to, unless she made the first move, I'd never find out just how her body fit with mine. Pissed at myself for lacking the courage to go for it, I got out of the truck and put on my tool belt to help the guys. Maybe driving nails would allow me to take out my frustrations. Fat chance, but I had to do something.

I climbed the ladder and was glad to see that my crew had been working well without me looking over their shoulders. The new roof was coming along well and it was begining to llok like we might get that bonus afterall. One of the boys hollared and asked "What happened to maniac?" "He still hasn't made it back?" I asked. When they repied no, I had to decide on what to do, go look for him and spoil his fun or just dock his pay. Hell, one of us might as well get lucky, I thought. "Oh, yeah, he had some erands to run, he said he would be late getting back" I fibbed. I walked to the edge of the roof toward the neighbor ladies house to see if they were visible from here. I could see them thru her kitchen window, standing very close together, both of them holding onto a thermos. Even from the roof next door, the tension in that room was obvious.

I had never really had the desire to be a peeping tom before, but the events of the day had me turned on enough I wanted to see if anything was going to happen. I pulled out my tape measure and made a show of checking the lap on the shingles that had been installed, but thought I should be measuring the lengthening of my cock as I watched. I chuckled at the mental picture that made and looked again to see that they were still there. I wondered how long I could stand here without being obvious.

 

[asian cunny]

OOC Willy, I know you are eager and impatient, and so I am, but let's give Syd and Lou time to play out their act first, so that the time sequence stays in the right proportion....

 

[Syd]

My eyes stare right into his. Being 5'6", it isn't too much of a strain. My hands feel the roughness of his hands. My mind goes back to the sight of him on top of the roof, lifting and placing roofing materials...mmm...what a sight! I return his smile.

And here he is now, with me, inches away. My hands travel up his arms slowly. His forearm muscles feel so strong, his biceps very tone. He isn't a muscle head, just a guy who keeps things in shape. My hands move over his shoulders and down his chest. I feel his chest rise and fall bigger as his breathing becomes deeper.

"How did you know I need a massage in the worst way?", I answer. Waiting to hear his reply, my mind turns to his hands being all over me, exploring me, pleasing me. I add, "I will only accept on one condition....."

 

[Maniac9538]

Stares at her, god even this woman's touch was enough to turn him on. 'What's your condition then, my lovely lady?'
Gazes down at her, awaiting her answer.

 

[Syd]

My fingers trail over his chest and shoulders, trying to give him chills on this warm day. My eyes follow my fingers. This man is so incredible. He stirs me so!

I hear the sound of the roof work being resumed. I let my eyes go to the large picture window at the far side of the kitchen. There is a large table and a bench seat under the window. I almost have to do a double take as I see Willy perched on the roof looking in this direction. There's no mistake, he's looking in my window! I just smile to myself, now knowing Lou won't have to rush back.

I bite my lower lip playfully and return my glance to his eyes. I press my body gently to his. I don't want him to be able to resist my terms. "Well...it would only be fair if I give you a massage in turn. You must be sore, too, with all the lifting and bending you do all day." I take the thermos and place in on the counter.

 

[asian cunny]

A carrot cake, yes I'll bake a carrot cake. And I still have some apples to make an apple pie. Surely these two will feed the crew!

Happily I weigh and mix the ingredients, my thoughts on the supervisor. Willy he said his name is. Nice man in his forties, pity he's in a mess with his wife. I'm sure he's a good father.

The phone rings, and I pick it up. It's Harold, my husband. "Hi,honey, how's the roof job going?" "Oh, they're working on it, and the man said they'll be able to finish today." "Good," he says, "I promised them a big bonus, if they do. And what is my wifey doing at home?" "Oh, I'm baking a cake for the workmen, so they can have it with coffee," I reply. "That's very nice of you," he tells me, "I'm sorry, but I have an important meeting tonight and won't be home till late. You'll have to have dinner without me honey." Inwardly I sigh and say: "That's OK, I don't mind."

I grit my teeth when he rings off. Of course his important meeting will be with his big buxom blonde bombshell of a secretary. He thinks I don't know it, but everyone in the office does, and so do I, that they're having an affair. Well, I don't mind him having a bit of pussy on the side, as long as I get my share. But lately, he's been neglecting me, and my sexual needs have not been met for more than a month.

I turn away from these worrying thoughts and concentrate on my cake mix once again.

 

[Maniac9538]

Smiles down at her. he had noticed WIlly awhile ago out of the corner of his eye. 'welll turn about is only fair play.' 'so do you have someplace you'd like to go for your massage my lovely lady?'

 

[willywanker]

OK, so the scene in the window below was making me even more horny, if that is possible for a man who has been without sex for as long as I have. It is obvious, someone is going to get a massage, but as the clothes start to come off, I realize I'm starring and not working at all. I bend to pick up some more shingles and smell the smell of baking coming from the vent in the kitchen. Hmmmmm, smells like apple pie, wonder if she has any ice cream. Buts its probably for her party tomorrow, not for a bunch of sweaty workers. I think of a big slice of apple pie with a well rounded scoop of ice cream on top. Man, I'm worse off than I thought. The shape of that scoop of ice cream reminded me of the small firm breast of the lovely asain woman cooking the pie in the kitchen below. Ohhhh, how I would like to wrap my lips around her "A la mode", maybe after rubbing the nipple with an ice cube to give it the cold effect.

My erection causes me to come out of my trance, I look to see if any of the crew are watching and try to adjust myself into a more comfortable position. Catching movement from the corner of my eye, I look again down into the window next door. Did she just glance up here? I move back from the edge and tell my men I have some calls to make. As I make my way down the ladder, I decide that tonight I am going to get laid, even if I have to pay for it. This is crazy, I can't even do my job for thinking of sex. And I can't keep the visions of the owners wife's small, tight body from my head. But enough, I never mix business with pleasure. Never is a long, long time.

 

[asian cunny]

Delicious smells of baked apple pie fills the kitchen, and I remember that I have several large containers of vanilla ice cream in the freezer. It's supposed to be for tomorrow's dinner, but I can always buy another tub. I'll serve it with the pie, I thought. It's such a hot day, it'll surely go down well with the men.

As I pass the kitchen window, I see Willy coming down the ladder. I wave at him, and call out through the open window: "I'll have pie and ice cream for you and your men later, if you want it. Just tell me when to serve it!" He smiles shyly, and calls back: "Thanks," as he hurries away to his truck. I wonder why he looks so uncomfortable, maybe he's regretting opening up to me. Well, he needn't be, I'm a professional and well aware of client-care provider confidence.

Then I remember that I saw a bulge in his jeans when he came down the ladder. Oh, so he must have a big problem. It seems he hasn't had a piece in quite some time. Some men rejoice at being alone, and immediately go out and play. But I guess Willy is the kind of man, who sits at home and mopes about the happiness he's lost, and forgets to take care of his biological needs. Is there anything I can do to help him out, I muse......

 

[Syd]

Not being able to resist any longer, I press my lips to his skin. Kissing his collar bone and moving softly up his neck. His aroma is intoxicating. I feel his strong arms taking me by the waist, pulling me up and sitting me on the cool countertop. We kiss softly at first, but then passion takes over and our tongues play deep in each other's mouths. My thighs squeeze him gently.

He lifts my top over my head, revealing my rose-colored satin bra. My breasts, very large yet toned, fill the cups perfectly. His face beams with a smile. I say, "this is so unlike me, I want you to know...I don't do this with everyone who rings my bell...". We laugh through our kiss.

My mouth goes to his ear. Breathing steadily and deeply, I say, "let's go to my bedroom. But let's undress here first." I spy Willy still on the roof and want to give him a bit of incentive to come back and look at the insulataion job.

My tongue plays in Lou's ear, trailing along the outside. I suck a bit on his lobe. I probe my tongue deeper into his ear and flick it around as my breathing becomes heavier. My fingers play in his hair. His hands and body respond fervently to my teasing.....

[Edited by Syd on 08-07-2000 at 10:08 AM]

 

[willywanker]

OOC: I can't wait to get at cunnys alamode and look at Syds "insulation" but I want to give syd and maniac time to catch up and maniac time to get back to work before I fire him.


IC. Sitting in my truck, with my phone held to my ear, I massage the bulge in my pants. I start to stoke myself off but remember my promise to myself to get laid tonight and stop, trying to will myself to go down.