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The Roofer
Bart slid the shingle into place and
nailed it down with three shots from his nail gun. Wiping his
face, he looked around to find that he was out of shingles. He
still had a large area left to finish. Somebody had fucked up
and that somebody was Phil, his boss. Swearing at the loss of
time, he pulled the hose from the nail gun and climbed down the
ladder. He slid the nail gun into it's case and turned off the
compressor. He wiped his face again and looked around for the
hose. It was about 90 degrees in the San Fernando valley, but at
least 130 up on that black roof. He didn't relish the idea of
going back up there. What he needed was a nice tile roof, maybe
wood shingles.
Bart turned on the hose and held it above
his head. The cascade of cold water took his breath away. He
stood under the cold shower for several minutes, before he
realized that the woman of the house was standing in the picture
window before him. He waved and shut off the water.
"Mrs. Curtain!" he called. She waved and
made her way to the front door.
"Hi Bart," she said, giving his firm body
the once-over. He realized that she was admiring his figure in
the wet t-shirt. He didn't mind, constant work in the hot sun
tended to harden his body, in the summer months at least.
Roofers didn't work in the winter, hot weather was needed to melt
the tar strip which held the shingles into place.
"Can I use your cordless?"
"Sure, Bart. Do you want to come
in?"
"Not dripping, I don't," he laughed,
shaking some of the water out of his long hair, then flinging it
back over his shoulder.
"Oh, don't worry about it, come on in,"
she insisted, holding the door open. Bart reluctantly skipped
inside, then stood dripping on the rug. She reached behind her
nearly perfect ass and yanked a towel off a shelf, then handed it
to him, while glancing at his body again. Bart dried his hair,
while following the sway of Mrs. Curtain's hips with his eyes, as
she went to the phone, standing on the table.
She had been hitting on him since the day
he arrived. Normally he wouldn't mind, sex tended to lessen the
complaints of a customer. He didn't mind call-backs if they were
for sex. She was about 35 years old, rich, and had a great
figure. Under normal circumstances he would have been sniffing
around that lush ass of hers like a fox terrier. But he had a
fine woman waiting at home, and he didn't want to fuck that
up.
Bart finished drying his hair and tossed
the towel into the open washer with a practiced basketball toss.
He looked down at himself in disgust. Roofers wore levis to
withstand the sharp gravel in the shingles, and most of all the
heat. His levis had lasted out the season, and seen better days.
They were threadbare and saturated with tar. Mrs. Curtain, on
the other hand, was dressed in shorts and a white sleeveless
blouse which was tied above the waist. The top three buttons
were open, one more than had been open when she went for the
phone, he observed. Only her white, lacey bra contained that
mammoth pair of fine looking breasts, which bounced as she
walked. His eyes remained fixed on those breasts as she
approached. She held out the white cordless phone and he took it
absently, then pried his eyes away from her chest. She had a
slight smile on her face.
He dialed, while looking around the room
in order to resist the temptation to stare. It didn't work. His
eyes automatically returned to her breasts as she moved, and they
jiggled.
"Yeah," Phil said in a foul mood.
"Boss, I need more
shingle."
"Where are you?"
"Where am I? I'm on the Curtain job,"
Bart said in disgust.
"You're still there?"
"Yes I'm still here, and I need more
shingles."
"Shit, you should have had more than
enough. How many do you need?"
"One square, maybe a bit more," Bart said
as he watched Mrs. Curtain slide her hand into her shirt and
absently rub the cleavage between her breasts. Bart felt his
cock hardening in his pants. She probably wasn't doing it to
tease him, it was just an absent gesture.
"Fifteen year, double tabs," Bart
reminded him as he watched Mrs. Curtain's breasts bulge and
vibrate around her hand. He was so close he could almost smell
them. What a pair of breast. And as far as he could tell, her
husband was gay. What a horrible waste of a good woman.
"The truck is going to Del Rio the first
thing in the morning," Phil said in a distracted manner, "I will
have them drop a few off. You have enough to last out the
day?"
Bart started to say no, then thought
better of it. "Sure, as long as the truck shows up early."
"It will. Finish the shingles and clean
that job sight before you leave. I want you out of there by
tomorrow night."
Bart watched Mrs. Curtain sit on the arm
of the couch, then cross those long, sexy legs of hers. They
were tempting, very tempting. What the hell, Brenda would never
know. He had the afternoon free now. Just a little taste...
"Ok boss, thanks a lot," Bart said,
hanging up and stepping forward to give Mrs. Curtain the
phone.
"Any problems?" she asked with a slight
smile.
"None that I can think of. I guess I'm
free until morning. I might knock off early," he said, blatantly
staring at her breasts. He licked his lips, then glanced up at
her face. She was all smiles.
"You could spend some time with me," she
offered in a quiet voice.
"Yeah, I guess," he tried to sound
uncertain.
"It's too hot for the hot tub, and the
sun is brutal out at the pool, but I do have a whirlpool in my
bedroom. Are you interested?"
"A whirlpool? Sure, if your husband
won't mind."
"He won't. He has few interests at home,
but many at his office. He never comes home until he has too.
We have hours yet."
Bart sank down to tie his shoe. He
stared at the long, sexy legs crossed just a few inches in front
of his face. He could see right up the open leg of her shorts,
clear up to her panties. His cock hardened more, beginning to
throb and hurt. He fumbled with his shoe lace for another
moment. Mrs. Curtain took this as an invitation and slowly
stood. Her pussy was now directly in front of his face. Her
pussy was so close he could smell it. It smelled delicious, a
little like pussy and a little like lilacs. The small blue and
yellow lines on her white shorts were so close that they blended
into a collage of color. He hardly noticed. He inhaled deeply,
taking in her heavenly aroma. Slowly, with a will of their own,
his hands came up and touched the back of her legs. Gently, they
slid up into her shorts, until each hand held a cheek of her ass.
He kneaded them firmly, while pulling her pussy up against his
nose. He inhaled again. He heard her take a deep, shuddering
breath. She moved slightly, spreading her legs.
Bart pushed up the left leg of her shorts
until he found the crevice between her leg and her body. He
kissed it softly, then licked it. It was fresh, warm, and
slightly salty. He licked his lips for a moment, then licked the
other crease. She shuddered, melting in his hands. Her slender
soft hands came down to rest on his long blonde hair. She
caressed his hair absently, while he inhaled the aroma of her
pussy once more. It was more that he could stand. He yanked
down her shorts and panties in one quick jerk. He sat facing her
lightly haired pussy. She had huge pussy lips and a clit which
extended out past those lips. No wonder she was always horny,
with a clit so big it would be stimulated by simply walking. It
must rub against her underwear all day long. He cupped her hand
against her ass, and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She moaned
and leaned forward, over his head.
"Kiss it," she whispered, almost in his
ear. Eating pussy was something that Bart seldom did, but he
could make a slight exception. He reached out and licked her
long, stiff clit lightly, while his thumb plunged up inside her
pussy. She gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his face tight
against her pussy. He sucked the clit into his lips and milked
it, before strumming it with his tongue.
Bart didn't mind stimulating the woman,
but he needed attention himself. It was time to sink his cock
into some hot meat. He stood, spun her around, and bent her over
the arm of the couch. She stood with her ass presented, her
hands on the back of the couch, as he stepped out of his levis.
He grabbed his cock in a work-hardened hand and pressed it
against the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed it up and down
briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his cock into her
pussy up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but pressed back
against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out of shape by
his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best penetration he
could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He pulled her
blouse apart and filled his hands with womanly globes of
flesh.
"Oh fuck yes," he sighed. Slowly he
began pistoning his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The slap of
hips against soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of
passion were even louder. Mashing her tits in brutal fingers,
Bart fucked Mrs. Curtain in front of her own picture window. He
knew that it would be impossible to see inside, with the
reflection of the light outside. Children passed on the way
home. He watched them absently, as he plunged up into Mrs.
Curtain's sweet ass. His cock was well-lubricate, sliding in and
out smoothly. Her moist pussy was hot now, very hot. Moisture
from her pussy was dripping down from her pussy and creating a
wet spot on the carpet. Her hands clawed the material of the
couch, as his hard penis filled her body cavity to the breaking
point. She felt his cock clear up to her abdomen. It was just
what she needed.
She had been watching Bart since the day
her arrived. She had even gone into her bathroom to masturbate
with a picture of his hard body in her mind. Once she even began
masturbating on that very couch yesterday, but the passing
mailman frightened her into the bathroom at the last moment. Now
she was actually being fucked by the young man right in front of
her window, and she didn't care.
His hard, pistoning cock was filling her
ass with fire. His hands on her breast hurt, but were not
intolerable. There may be bruises later, but who would notice?
Certainly not her husband. He had not filled her with hot meat
since just after their honeymoon. Even then it had not been as
good as it was with Bart. He was wild and young, his desires
were as hot and urgent as her own.
"Fuck me good," she screamed in sudden
abandon. Bart pumped into her ass several more times, then
stopped. His legs were getting tired. He pulled out of her wet
pussy and pushed her down on the couch.
"Roll over on your back and grab your
ankles," he growled. She hurried to comply. Feeling silly with
her feet up in the air, she waited as he knelt before her. She
gasped at the first contact. His cock entered her pussy, pushing
slowly, intolerably slow until his full length was inside her.
He felt even larger from that angle, and she could watch him as
he fucked her. He fucked her pussy for several more minutes,
then pulled it out, rubbed it against her ass and shoved. She
screamed as the huge cock seemed to split her asshole apart. He
reached down and rubbed his hand over her pussy, rhythmically
massaging her clit and wet pussy lips, while his hard penis slid
in and out of her rectum. The fire from both seemed to blend
together into one massive fire. Before she could get ready, her
pussy began to spasm and she found herself in the middle of one
massive orgasm. He continued to pump away in her ass, while she
mindlessly babbled and raved, hunching her pussy against his
rotating hand, and her ass against his pelvis. All too quickly,
it was over. But to her amazement, he was not through. He
continued to pump away inside her ass, renewing the glow that had
just been extinguished by her orgasm.
She felt the fire building again, much
faster than it had before. To her astonishment, she felt her
pussy clenching stronger and stronger until a second orgasm tore
her loins apart. A twisted smile lit Bart's face, while he
watched her thrash around on the couch. He liked the feeling of
her ass clenching on his hard cock. He liked how she hunched her
pussy against his hand, trying helplessly to satisfy herself. He
liked showing her who was in control.
Then the smile left his face. He was
going to cum. Pumping faster and faster, thrusting in tune with
the loud slap of flesh, and the sticky liquid sounds that came
from his hand in her pussy, he groaned and closed his eyes, only
aware of the heat and spasms in his own loins. With an animal
cry of lust he heaved his cock into her ass and froze. His cock
hesitated, then spewed hot cum into her ass. She withered on his
cock, trying to stimulate a third orgasm inside her pussy. He
ignored her, straining and grinding his pelvis against her ass.
He heaved and jerked as his cock filled her hot rectum with cum,
then grew still and began to wilt.
"Finish me," she hissed.
"Sorry, I'm done," he said, pulling out
of her ass. He fell back on the carpet, exhausted. She leaped
off the couch and approached him.
"Finish me," she demanded.
"I can't," he said, laying back and
relaxing. She straddled his body and sat on his hip. Before he
knew what she was doing, she began sliding her pussy back and
forth on his hip, fucking him in a way familiar to lesbians. He
rested his head on his hand, watching her as she rubbed herself
to a third orgasm. She grabbed his back and hard chest, holding
on while her pussy jerked and spasmed against his hip. Finally
she rolled off and laid with her body melting into his. It was
hot in the room, but he didn't mind her body resting against his.
It felt soft and nice.
"I should have run out of shingles before
this," he said with a smile.
"I should have hid them sooner," she
giggled.
"What?"
"They're heavy as hell," she said. "I
almost killed myself getting them off that damned roof. They're
in the garage," she laughed.
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