Author's Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is just a fantasy. The material in this story is for adults only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older.
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My name is Brad Shumway. I'm 46, white, and a progressive. I'm 6' tall, 180lbs and still somewhat muscular. I've got blonde hair with blue eyes. I'm married to my lovely wife, Lois, of 18 years. We are very happy and enjoy each other's company. In my twenties and thirties, a lot of women came on to me because of my hair and eyes plus I'm not bad looking. Now that I'm over 40, that rarely happens anymore. My wife and I enjoy our sex life so I've never even thought of straying.
My wife works with several charities and has for many years. She told me I should be doing something for charity also. So I decided to volunteer for community service. I was assigned to help with several projects in a black neighborhood. This particular assignment is for a Baptist church. They are doing several community projects plus they have an on-going program sort of like the Habitat for Humanity. They go around the community and help repair houses for people who can't afford the repairs. I enjoy doing this kind of work. The church pays for some materials and others get donated. The help comes from us volunteers.
I've been doing this kind of volunteering for over a month now and I love it, especially helping people who can't afford to make the repairs on their own or don't have the skills. I'm really good with my hands and I'm a pretty good handyman. There's not much I don't know how to do when it comes to working around a house. The people in the church are amazing. They are all intelligent, good looking and just good people. They have all told me they appreciate all my help and I really enjoy the work.
On the sixth Saturday that I volunteered, a gorgeous woman came to me and asked me if I would help her with some projects around her home. I'm intrigued with her. She reminds me of a black actress named Diahann Caroll who was big in the 1980s when I was a horny teenage young man but who has been on TV basically since the 1960s. She tells me she's divorced, 55 and alone. She's 5' 8" tall and roughly 125lbs. She's got beautiful light chocolate colored skin which looks perfect. She has no blemishes and very few wrinkles. Her hair is medium brown and was obviously styled at a beauty shop. Today she's wearing a beautiful white with yellow polka dots sundress. She says she doesn't date much. I ask her what is wrong with the men around here. She laughs at that and kisses my cheek. I tell her I'll be at her house next Saturday about 8am. She hands me the address, thanks me again and we say our goodbyes. I watch her as she walks away and, wow, is she hot.
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The following Saturday, I arrive at her house and knock on the door. She opens it and she is looking really good. She has on short shorts and a blouse that is fairly see-through. She doesn't have a bra on because her nipples are poking out nicely. She has amazing legs and she's wearing flip-flops. I notice her toenails are painted red. This woman is a vision. The men around here must be blind or maybe they are all married or gay.
We work together on her projects. They are all not very hard. The hardest is a minor roof repair. By lunch, I'm finished with all but two of the things she wanted done. She takes a break and feeds me. We talk and learn a lot about each other. She's college educated in a state college. She has a BA in business with a computer science minor. She's still working and has a very good job. She says she paid for all the materials I used today. She just doesn't have the skills or the tools necessary to do the jobs herself. I'm fascinated with her and can't understand why she's not being pursued by some male.
We finish her other projects in the early afternoon. We are both sweaty because it's like 92 and humid. Her near see-through blouse is now fully see-through and her breasts are magnificent. She asks me if I'd like to take a shower before I leave. I tell her I'm fine but she eventually talks me into taking a shower in her bathroom, telling me I'll ruin the upholstery in my car with all that sweat. That was my major mistake. I'm standing in the shower washing up when the shower door opens and a naked, hot as hell, black woman steps in.
"Shirley! What are you doing?"
