After finally being able to purchase a house for the first time and being able to get a great deal on a house particularly in that market and at that location. I considered myself to be quite lucky. But with any new house, there are things you are going to have to do. Especially knowing that this house was going to need alittle this & that and it was one of the reasons as to why the list price was as low as it was, but I figured that I could tackle it a few hours after work and on those Saturdays mornings when the weather was nice.
But I was going to need a few things and of course, some tools & building materials from the local hardware store. And for the first several weeks, things were going fine and I was making some good progress. Utilizing the warm weather, I took care of the roof and the gutters and downspouts, did as much of the foundation and waterproofing the basement as I could and did as much wiring and plumbing as I thought I could remember from my old high school shop classes that I manage by myself and the room painting and floor tiles weren’t too hard, either.
But like normal, I was going to need a few small things from the local hardware store and being a nice Saturday morning, now was a good time as any. I get there around 10, and the store was well underway with business. I was going to check out some wood working hand tools and maybe some wood stains for some of the wood trim and I see this nice woman also shopping in the store. Her hair just tossed up and held in with rubber bands, not much make up from what I could tell? Wearing a old loose fitting t shirt and nice, but old jeans and her ‘Swoosh’ running shoes. Trying not to notice and trying to focus on what color of wood stain to choose from, she comes up to me with, “Excuse me, do you know the difference between this or that?” Being nice, I point of the differences between the two items and having it be a matter of taste but there was just something about her that just blew my mind. Something you just couldn’t put your finger on it but you know it’s there, and then she comes back with, “Oh, while I still have you here, could you help me with this?” In such a nice sweet womanly but girl like tone that you just had to. I help her carry some of her painting and staining supplies over to the guy at the counter next to the cash register. And while waiting for her turn, we both lay out our purchases on the counter to be rung up. And afterwards, to be carried out to her car. I’m thinking to myself as we walk out to her car, what a nice ass that she has, she definitely can pass the old jeans test for sure, and I help her load everything into her car, a nice crossover type SUV and she turns to thank me and she sticks out her hand and introduces herself, ‘Janeen’ is her name, pretty I thought, well suited. She has nice classic facial features, almost like from one of those old grandmaster style oil paintings and her eyes had this type of gleem to them, almost like brown creamy sauce and a type of skin tone, be it environment or heritage and had a nice health glow to it and a classic figure that just seams timeless. And in brief conversation it seems like she’s re-doing her house over in the next neighborhood over from me, but since it just her & her girlfriend helping her out, there were a few things between the two of them that they could do themselves. Stuff like the lifting of some of the lumber and some pieces of plywood & sheet rock and the big 5 gallon cans of paint. Come to find out that the house had belong to a aunt of hers on her mother’s side and when she had passed away, she left her house, and she though that she could fix it up and live in and maybe rent it out if she could. But just listening to her talk, there was just something about her voice and her tone, too. Adult, educated, but almost childlike & slightly naive & still sexy all at the same time.
She had asked me would I mind if I could give her a hand with some of stuff already at her place that she & her girlfriend couldn’t lift or carry. So being a nice guy, and wanting to see more of this amazing woman, sure. I followed her over in my car behind hers.
Getting to her house. A nice single family little 3 room house not too much unlike my place. I help Janeen unload her car and carry what she had brought inside her house. Taking a nice look around and at Janeen without it being too obvious that I was checking her out. “Could I offer you something? Like a drink?” “Sure” I nicely answer back, “what do you have?” “Diet colas and fruit punch drink” She says, “fruit punch it is then” as we go into the kitchen as she gets the plastic cups from the cupboard over the sink and then over to the fridge for the drinks. Looking around the kitchen, the appliances and fixtures and cabinets looking from the mid 70’s I say. “You’ll have to excuse things” handing me my drink with a smile, “that’s alright,” taking the drink and taking a nice sip of the cold juice. “My aunt taught college and wasn’t much of a house person” Looking around, and could see what she had meant. Being polite, “getting such a house was a nice gift, nevertheless” “Yes, it was, I was shocked she had left it to me. Watching her take a drink of her fruit punch noticing her nice curved but nicely shaped lips for the first time. “She had a unique way of doing things,” Looking at Janeen and just knodding as saying “yes”. She tells me that she’s working on the house for the pass couple of months and it has been slow going. Her girlfriend can’t come as much because of her busy job and her kids and her sister lives out of state with her husband and her parents are down on in the Palmetto State beach coast as they can’t help as much and her brother is still serving overseas. So it just leaves her. Not married & no kids and working her way through academia for the arts & literature. Yeah, now seeing those school teacher like qualities in her, she ask me if I could help her out around the house a few nights a week and maybe for a couple hours on the weekends? Basically just being an extra set of feet & hands for her and her girlfriend when she can come. “Yeah, sure.” She did offer to pay me and being nice, I just took the money she agreed to pay just out of being nice than really needing it.
And that how it went for the first few weeks. Slow going with us working regularly jobs and only could spare a few hours a couple of hours a night and the Saturday mornings and afternoons and leaving Sundays as a light day to clean and tidy up and take it easy and rest. One day after cleaning up after doing to sheet rock repairs and plastering we both mutually called it a day and she ordered pizza from a pizza place that she knew of and told me that she had some nice French wine chilling in the fridge and looking into those eyes of hers, I couldn’t or wouldn’t say no. After the pizza had arrived and I had gotten the wine out of the fridge and opened it she made a place for us on the old sofa and coffee table in the living room. After taking a few bites of the pizza and a sip of the wine from the old wine glasses, Janeen decides to talk about why I never made a pass at her? Shocked & stunned, at first. I said, “it did cross my mind but, I didn’t want to be that sort of guy.” Laying back against the back of the sofa, she says, “I thought I was losing my touch, as she reaches for her hair knot to let her her down for the first time. Now seeing her big nipples under her t shirt and bra. Just watching silently, I just sit my wine glass down and lean towards her and with my right hand, go for her upper back and kiss her on the lips, the taste of the pizza and wine on her sweet breath, our tongues slowly swirling around in our mouths as my body pressed against hers. And after just kissing on the sofa. We both briefly stop and get up. She taking me by the hand into one of the bedrooms that was nearly finished but did have a clean made up bed in it. With just the nearly setting sun light and just the lamp light on the nightstand, I sit on the bed as Janeen slowly undresses, taking off her t shirt and tossing it on the floor and unbuttoning her jeans while I take off my shoes and undo my work jeans, she takes off her sneakers and I have my shirt already off, she has slipped her jeans off and I’m already on the bed with a super hard on in my tartan boxers. Janeen leans over me and kisses me while I use one hand to undue her back bra hooks and feel under her nice satiny, nylon panties. With her on top, and topless she’s slowly grinding herself right on me and the look on her face seemingly had also changed to almost like a whole other woman. Wild, impish and terribly sexy! Seeing her nice toned body in the old lamp light was truly something. Clawing at my chest like a wild animal, I grabs on her nice well formed and shaped tits with those very dark areolas and big, thick nipples. Feeling just how warm, firm and ripe they feel, surprisingly to be all natural as she leads towards me so I can bit & suck on hard nipples, cooing, ahhing and a few hisses as I nibble, lightly bit and suck on her nice nipples, the very taste of her skin was so delicious, I certainly wanted more. She pulls away just long enough to take of her nylon panties and seeing for the first time her nicely growing bush of dark brown pubes. Looking so soft and furry as I by now have my tartan boxers, off and the look on her face and that tiny, little spark in her eye and beautiful smiling teeth as she looks onto my thick, throbbing hard cock as she turn herself around going from her back to my front in a 69 type position, seeing her nice well shaped and firm ass getting closer to my face as she has grabbed my cock in one of her hands and stroking it as she puts in in her mouth as I start to lick and taste her hairy, meaty, moist pussy!
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