A day with Bob the builder
She sighed contently when she stepped into the steaming shower. Moving to a new house is hard work! She had spent all day with a rented van moving the last boxes, plants and other more fragile items she had not trusted the movers to handle carefully enough.
Oh, how wonderful the warm water felt on her aching body. And with her focus on moving the last few weeks, she had not enough energy at night to do anything else but fall fast asleep. She was reminded of that while soaping her body, her nipples very quickly springing to attention and a rush of blood seemingly rushing to her lower regions. She sighed again, this time a more moaning sigh. Her body aching for release of the sexual tension she suddenly realized had been building in her body because of neglecting her almost nightly routine of pleasuring herself with one or more toys from her collection in her nightstand.
"Tonight!" she promised herself. Tonight, she would take the time, regardless of how tired she was. It would likely not take too much time given how excited she felt now, from the thought of it and from sliding her soapy hand over her body. She spent some extra time squeezing her lovely breasts (yes, she though they were lovely - so sue her) and also in teasing her clit and cleft - she starting to feel her inner wetness building. But frustratingly enough she knew she did not have time now, she was expecting Bob the builder to come (no, not come in that way you dirty girl she thought to herself) in the next fifteen minutes. Yes, Bob. The name was a bit stereotypical, but it was actually his name. A young man, blond and tall and very American. He had moved to her country a few years ago and was now in his early thirties and a reputable builder. Many of her friends had used his services when things needed fixing in their houses, or when they needed something built, and had highly recommended him. She needed a fence around her yard fixed, the previous owner of the house not been able to stay on top of the upkeep of the house the last 10 years. She had met with Bob a couple week back, and agreed on what to do and when he could do it. So now he was coming, and even though he knew what to do and could take care of it himself, she wanted to be out here to great him when he came and update him on her latest idea on how to fix a specific part of the fence. She also did not mind meeting him again, he was easy on the eyes and very pleasant. And good fun to talk with - he did not meet the stereotype of a worker or an American jock (which is what he looked like) since he seemed to be quite well read and he had made her laugh multiple times during their first brief meeting. So now it was time to stop what she was doing and get started with her day.
She quickly finished her shower and toweled herself off. Oh no, the towel rubbing her nipples reminded her body of her previously excitement, but again she shrugged it off with a promise to herself to later address this properly. Since it was a warm early summer day, she wrapped her hair in a towel but skipped her robe when leaving the bathroom, enjoying the nice fresh "after shower" feeling of her naked body in the warm air. She lived by herself, and her house was a bit secluded, so she could be naked all day if she so chose. She stepped out from the bathroom, into the hallway and into the living room on her way to her bedroom. When she stepped into the living room and lifted her gaze to look out her lovely large windows she froze! Outside her window, Bob was busy working on her fence. And he was naked! Or well, not naked, but he had lost his shirt and had tight workers shorts on. He had very muscled from his work and had already worked up a nice gleam of sweat from being out there in the sun. She stood frozen and just looked at him. He was a nice specimen of a man all right. The excitement that had been building in her body resurged immediately with her nipples getting sharp as little pebbles and her lower regions feeling very warm. She knew she should bolt into her bedroom and quickly get dressed, but for some reason she just kept standing there. It had been way too long since she had been with a man, and her mind raced with fantasies about what a good-looking man like Bob would be able to do to and with her. And what she would do to him. But why would a young man like that want to do anything with her? She was at least fifteen years older than him, and surely he saw her as an old woman. Sure, she looked quite good (if she could say so herself), with breasts that was just a perfect handful size with perky nipples. She worked out and had a strong body, even if it was not as slim as those models you always saw in the fashion ads. And the men she had met had not had any complaints, they seemed happy to enjoy her body and her skills in bed (and in other places...).
"Stop this nonsense" she said quietly to the empty room. She had to get going, she might scare the poor guy to death if she stood there staring intently at him while completely nude. Just as she started to come out of her imaginative mind and actually start moving again, he turned his head and looked straight at her!
After freezing a place again, and while standing there frozen noticing his eyes opening up wide and a broad smile entering his chiseled face, she finally regained control over her limbs and ran to her bedroom. Closing the door, she just stood there breathing hard for a moment with her heart beating heavily in her chest. "
What would he think of her?
" she thought to herself and chuckled while starting to dress. She noticed that her underwear drawer was starting to look very empty, thanks to her not having time to do laundry. What was left now was only the things she did not wear often, her sexiest lingerie. A sheer balconette-type bra that lifted her breasts nicely and barely covered her nipples. A pair of high-cut panties (she hated thongs so none of that crap could be found in her drawer) that was also sheer, with strings on the sides that could be untied to remove the clothing item without the hassle of sliding all the way down her shapely legs.
"
Well, that suites the mood of today I guess
" she thought to herself while sliding them on. Over top, she put on a nice summer dress to match the warm day. "
OK, time to go out and face the embarrassment head on
" she decided with a little smile on her face. She left the bedroom and looked out the living room window again. Out there, Bob was again working. Still shirtless. "Damn he looks good" she thought to herself, shook her head a little to clear those thoughts out of her mind. Still smiling her little smile. She passed through her kitchen and filled up a glass with cold water to bring with her to give to Bob. She opened up the screen door going out from her living room to the garden and when the door creaked shut, Bob looked up. His gaze stopped briefly by her chest (
was her nipples showing?
) before continuing up to her face. He said "Nice to see you. Again." with emphasis on the again and a little smile creeping back on his face. She giggled a little (while thinking to herself "Stop it, you are acting like a little schoolgirl with a crush") and said "Nice to see you too. Care for some cold water?".
"Sure, thanks" he said. "It is a quite hot day today. In more ways than one" he said with a discrete wink and smile. "I woke up a little early today, so I thought I could get started early with your fence. I hope you don't mind?".
"No, that's fine" she said. "I am sorry if I startled you".
"You really do not have to apologize for that, I did not mind in the least". Again with that smile that showed the dimple in his cheek.
Was he flirting with her?
"How's it going? Any issues with the fence?" she asked, trying to steer the conversation in a new direction. "I had some ideas regarding this corner"
He just looked at her for a few moments, before answering: "No issues, it is just work and then it should be fine. Let's look at that corner. "
They walked together over to the corner, and she explained her idea. While hunched over, pointing to explain her idea, she caught him seemingly looking down the front of her dress a couple of times. They quickly worked out a solution that they both agreed would be great, and with a slightly longer look between them than absolutely necessary she walked away and back in the house.
