Chapter 2: Still Lots Of Nailing To Do!
The job was going well, especially lately. We had the addition closed in, siding on, and the roofers had finished with the shingles. The drywall was up and taped, and waiting for the painters. All that was left was the exterior, and later, the interior trim. Mr. Weldon, though he wasn't around much, was nevertheless very happy, according to his wife, Marlene. She delivered his checks to me every week, right on schedule, joking with me that he was robbing from her allowance money! She needn't worry. I didn't think I had seen her in the same outfit twice in the two months that I'd been working there, and she looked great in every one! We continued our daily habit of having lunch in her kitchen, though she rarely ate. She seemed happy just to have someone to talk to. Her conversation, though not rude or blatant, always seemed to have just a bit of tease in it, and I often went back to work with an uncomfortable lump in my jeans.
And, of course, there was Jennifer. Lovely, teasing, Jennifer! Sometimes she was there for lunch with us, sometimes not, but she was always there on Thursdays, when Marlene played bridge with her friends. On those days I was usually inside the house by 9:00, shortly after Marlene left, and by 9:30 we were both naked, fucking like two sex-starved rabbits! She really did have a voracious sexual appetite for an18 year-old, and no end of ideas for us to try. I was taking Viagra on a daily basis, just to keep up with her, and she loved that I could stay hard for hours.
Oftentimes Sandy, her big-titted friend, would be there. She seemed to be making every possible excuse to drop by, a fact that Marlene had obviously noticed. "Looks like your little girlfriend is here again," she would jokingly say, whenever Sandy would arrive. Then, as soon as Marlene would leave for bridge, into the house I would go, and fuck the two of them for the next couple of hours.
Sandy loved to take it doggy-style, and I would usually finish her from behind as she crouched on all fours, our skin slick with each other's sweat and her ass high in the air, until she collapsed from so many orgasms. Occasionally she would even clean me with her own mouth, for she had developed a healthy appetite for the taste of her own pussy on my cock.
Jen loved to watch Sandy and I make love. She would sometimes slither beneath Sandy, watching my cock split those plump pussy lips, and rub Sandy's clit softly. Then she would insert her hand between us, feeling the slap of my pelvis on Sandy's slit as I hammered into her. I think she wanted Sandy to reciprocate in some way, but Sandy made it clear that she loved men, and men only.
"That's it! Fuck her hard!" she would yell, and I would pick up my pace until my cock was a blur, going in and out of Sandy's hairy hole. This really excited Jennifer, and I would no more than withdraw from Sandy's steamy cunt, than Jennifer would whirl around, slurping my dripping member deep into her talented little mouth while she maneuvered herself to give me access to her own hungry pussy. I was more than happy to slip between those slick little lips again, and finish her off, as well!
I was starting the exterior trim this week, and I had sent the rest of my crew off to begin framing on a 'spec' house we had been asked to build. They departed grudgingly, kidding me that I was going to have a heart attack one of these Thursdays, and who would be there to call the paramedics? I knew they would miss the sight of Marlene as well, for work always stopped when she came out to survey the construction or to confer with me. Of course, she didn't fail to notice this, either, and would sometimes look at them quizzically and say, "What?" as if she were completely oblivious to the effect she had on them. She loved it when they averted their eyes, embarrassed to be caught!
Promptly at 8:00 AM, Marlene made her appearance. I was outside, cutting miters on the ends of a piece of window trim, and didn't see her approach me from behind.
"Hey," she said, softly. I turned, and was delighted to see her in one of her pairs of tiny workout shorts, her long tanned legs displayed to great advantage. She wore a torn half-top over her spandex sports bra. It hung far out over her flat, tanned stomach. Her hair was pulled back in a girlish ponytail. I took a moment to take her all in.
"Well, hey yourself," I said, grinning lewdly at her. "Is it lunchtime already?" I licked my lips like a cartoon dog and laughed.
She smirked at me and said, "No, silly. I'm off to Cathy's, then to the gym. I just wanted to tell you, there's cold drinks in the fridge. Just help yourself." She smiled kind of slyly and said, "I'll be back for lunch later, though, if you think you can wait." I told her, only half-jokingly, that I would wait forever! She turned to leave, hesitated, and looked back.
"Jen's gone, too," she said pointedly, and walked off. I watched her make her way across the newly sodded yard toward the back door, admiring the view and wondering what she had meant. No matter. It looked like I was doing nothing today but trimwork!
A couple of hours later, I laid my tool belt aside and went into the kitchen to get a soda. I stood there, enjoying the air conditioning and Marlene's fragrance, which still hung in the air, when I noticed a pair of silky panties on the floor beneath the table. In Marlene's house, which was usually so orderly, they seemed incongruous. Had she dropped them on her way to the laundry room? I bent to pick them up, and, on an impulse, put them to my nose.
They'd been worn, that was for sure. The musky aroma wafting from them was unmistakable, but I wondered: were they Marlene's, or Jennifer's? They weren't the usual thongs that Jennifer wore, but on more than one occasion she had also worn little lacy numbers that cupped her ass cheeks lovingly. Once I even tore a pair off her! I began to get hard just thinking about it. I sniffed again, knowing I couldn't forget the smell of Jen's musky cunt, and wondering if her mother's also exuded that same degree of muskiness.
Just then I heard the key in the front door, and I knew Marlene was back! I quickly stuffed the panties into my pocket, and leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to look casual as I finished off my Coke.
"Hey!" she said, coming around the corner and noticing me. "You just now taking a break?"
I gulped, trying to slow my racing heart, and answered her. "Yeah," I said. "It's getting hot out there." I felt like the purloined panties were burning a hole in my pocket!
"Whew! Tell me about it!" she exclaimed. "I'm soaking wet, myself." She pulled the top off over her sports bra, and I could see the beads of perspiration on the tops of her breasts. "There," she sighed. "That feels better, already."
As she stood there beneath the air conditioning supply vent, eyes closed, I watched her, trying to imagine the little panties I held in my pocket, on her. I stripped her down in my mind and re-dressed her, just like you would with a Barbie doll. It was getting me hard again, as I often got when I looked at her. Then I noticed her eyes were open, and on me.
"What?" she said, just as she did when she caught my crew looking at her, and laughed. She knew just how sexy she looked, standing with legs apart and her chest thrust out, and she had to know I wanted her, after all this time. I decided that this was the moment to see.
I set my canned drink down deliberately and walked over to her. She didn't move, but her eyes never left mine as I approached her. I stopped with my face inches from hers, and moved my hand to her waist. "Marlene..." I began, but she put her hands up between us, holding them against my chest.
