Steamboat Springs New Start Pt 07

Part Seven, Barbecue with Steph

Somehow my social life in Steamboat Springs was improving. So was my outlook on life. It was a wrenching blow to lose Sandy after one day. I loved her, or at least, lusted after her like no one ever before. Maybe she was the one. I just don't know. Then the nerdy woman who runs The Barn turns out to be a total babe. To be sure, she is a very strong, self-made woman. She has some razor sharp edges. I found it hard to read her, but once I learned some of the ground rules, she was fun to be with. Spending time with her was certainly opening doors for me. Sunday had been a great day that I enjoyed. I also learned something about me, my relationship with Sandy and a new person in my life named Steph. And not everything was as it seemed when looking at the past few days from the outside. But now it was time to get back into the work part of my life and establish a way of supporting myself in Steamboat Springs.

The alarm woke me up way to early. It was still dark outside. I got my sandals and kit and headed for the bath house. I took a dump and shaved and went back to the room. There was a sticky note stuck to the door. "Thermos, 5:45". More hot coffee! This was going to be a good day.

I left for work and went to the office. The door was open and I could smell fresh brewed coffee. Steph came out with the coffee pot and a brown bag. She was all smiles and looking radiant. I opened my thermos and tried to pour the coffee in without spilling any. No such luck.

"You're nothing but work. You're worthless." She smiled and winked as she sopped up the spilled coffee with a Kleenex.

"Thank you for the gift last night. It really means a lot to me."

"What gift was that?"

"The blue satin panties?"

"Oh, that's where they went. They weren't in my bag when I unpacked. Just return them when you're done with 'em."

"Okay...gotta go. Thanks again for the food and coffee." That panty comment took the wind out of my sails. She hadn't given them to me. They were misplaced. Or were they. She was just messing with me, or was she. I was confused again.

"Hey, here's a shopping list if you want to share a dinner after work. And get some muffins, if you want to keep getting the egg sandwiches. Have a great day at work." She smiled and leaned on the counter.

I stood for a second, not quite knowing what to say. After a few seconds, I turned and left with an additional shopping list. The truck got me to the work site with time to spare. I was drinking my coffee and enjoying a warm egg biscuit when Paul walked up. He held out his cup and I topped it off for him.

"Do you give blow jobs?" Paul asked.

"Fuck you. I just barely opened this coffee shop and I'm not full service yet!"

Paul chuckled and walked away. The stock area was a little bit of a mess. Crews had come in Sunday to work and they helped themselves to the supplies they needed. Of course they left me a mess to clean up.

"Just like children." Was my first thought. Then I thought of mom and how she had to clean up after me. Life comes full circle. Abuse the system and it will eventually abuse you. Payback...

Things were in order when Paul came back around. He had a list on a piece of paper.

"Some of the boys had to work this weekend and they had trouble finding supplies. Stage these items on pallets and put them over by the west wing. You'll have to cut the lumber to length. Use the chop saw. Makes their job easier."

I must have had a blank look on my face before, during and after I read his list.

"Do this every day?" I asked.

"Yes, son. It's your job. That's why I pay you the big bucks."

The list had quantities for each size of lumber the crews needed access to. I would have to take over-sized studs and joists and cut them to length, then stack them on a pallet. First, I had to figure out the chop saw. It looked easy enough. There was a big bench to the left and an adjustable stop. Just set the stop for length, put the lumber against it and chop the end off. Just had to be careful not to feed any body parts to the blade. My COOP tape measure went to work. It took a few tries to get the cut lengths right. I was clever and started the cut long so I would use just one piece of lumber to get the lengths right. I'm so smart.

I went to the trailer to see if Brenda would laminate my list or give me a sheet protector. She was dressed in a very sexy top and skirt. You could almost see right through the blouse. You didn't have to guess at what color bra she had on. The skirt, as usual, barely covered her panties. Why did she dress this way? What did the boss think of her wardrobe?

"Can I get this laminated or put in a sheet protector?"

"Do I look like an office assistant who is here just for you?"

"No, mam."

"Get back here. Get on your knees."

God, she might be serious. I had been warned. Then, the job boss came in the trailer.

Safe.

"I'm starting a tab." She turned and bent over to pick up the laminating sheets. Brenda had on bright pink satin panties that conformed nicely to the slit in between her labia. Oh, wow! They matched her bra. She looked back as she bent over.

"This ain't no charity peep show, young man."

"I understand mam. Put it on the tab." I got my laminated list and went back to the stock yard. When I reviewed the list, Brenda had written "5 min" in the top right corner. She might be serious...

I hung the list up with a big magnetic clip and started cutting lumber. I brought the raw lumber over to the saw with the Loed. The cut lumber went on the other pallet. When the pallet was full, I would use the Loed to deliver it to the designated work area. The work crews appreciated this service.

When a semi load came in, I would unload it with the Loed and put it close to where it needed to be. Saved time not handling stuff more than once. Hey, I was getting pretty good at the material handling stuff. The guys on the job were happy to have what they needed right there. And Paul was happy with an organized work area.

The rest of my day went with zero problems and I was able to keep everyone happy. I am getting better at organizing and doing what needs to get done. I even do a bit of planning and looking ahead to figure out what might happen and how to be ready. Better planning means less chaos in my life.

The end of the day rolled around and I still had energy left to go shopping at the grocery store. I had to take care of Steph's shopping list. I got there and picked up the fixins for hamburgers and macaroni salad and all the rest. Deb was at the cash register for the line I was waiting in.

"Hey stranger, missed you at church. Good weekend?" she asked. I was surprised she remembered me.

"Yeah. Went to Strawberry Park. Skinny dipping."

"Oh, you nasty boy. What an image that conjures up." She knows about Strawberry Park apparently. And she threw in a smile and a wink. Deb looked really good...as usual.

I got back to The Barn and went straight to the office building. I went in and set down the groceries.

"I'm goin to grab a quick shower and change..." I said.

"No, you're not..." Steph replied.

Steph took me out back to the grill. I had to get ready to cook the burgers. She was on a schedule.

"Start the charcoal grill. Stuff you need is in the supply room. Then come in to help prep."

The briquettes and starter fluid were on a shelf. There was also a grate brush. Probably would need that too. I got the charcoal stacked in the grill and lit. The grill would be ready in about 15 minutes, I guessed. I went back to the kitchen for my next assignment.

"Wash your hands and prepare the lettuce, onions, pickles and tomatoes. Make enough for three burgers." Steph was organized. She was mixing up the hamburger meat with seasoning. The tub of macaroni salad was ready to serve. She had made a pitcher of real, fresh squeezed lemonade. Country cookin'.

Steph was not wearing her flannel and overalls. She had changed to thin, tight yoga pants that showed every curve of her body and her panty lines. She wore a tight, long sleeved crop top with a bare midriff that accentuated her A or AA sized tits. Her nipples and areolas stood out proudly once more. Steph really had a nice body. I was impressed and spent a lot of time staring at her as she worked. She was proud of her body and showing it off to me.

She made three burgers and sent me out to the grill. I scraped the grate and spread out the briquettes. I ran back to the kitchen for a flipper. She warned me it was a bad idea to leave food outside with no one around. The animals around The Hill had a habit of helping themselves to any unattended food. I ran back out, relieved to find the three hamburgers still there.

I put the burgers on the grill and they smelled great immediately. Steph was bringing out plates, napkins, silverware, condiments and everything else you could think of for a barbecue. She even poured me an iced lemonade. This was fantastic. I was ready to enjoy a real dinner.

"How was work today?" She listened intently as I explained what I had to do and how I did it. She truly seemed interested. Mom never asked dad how work was. Probably got tired of asking and never getting an answer.

"And how was your day running The Barn?" I also listened intently because there was a lot to do around the place and she was the only one to do it. She sat down on a bench near the grill to make sure things didn't burn up. I went behind her and began to rub her shoulders. She just melted under my probing fingers. I rubbed her neck and her scalp. Then I began working down her back towards her hips. I had to stop occasionally to tend to the burgers, but quickly returned to continue my ministrations. I didn't have the foggiest idea of what I was doing as a masseuse, but Steph certainly appeared to enjoy the attention her muscles were receiving.

I turned my attention to her upper chest and began working her pecs. I worked below the collar bones from the sternum around to her ribs. Then I ventured a little lower down the sternum to repeat the process. After a few passes, I felt the flesh beneath my fingertips getting softer and deeper. I was working into her tits and she was not stopping me. Soon I was down to her areolas and I was really getting aroused. She had to feel the bulge in my pants pressing into her back. That was about the same time the burgers finished cooking. Steph stood up from the bench. God, my timing sucks.

"Time to eat. I'll bring the plates."

She brought me two plates, one with one bun and the other with two. I put a burger on each bun. Then she took the plates back to the table. She went over to a post, opened a switch box and turned on the string of Edison lights over the table. We put mustard and ketchup and all the other condiments we wanted on the burgers. Then we scooped out macaroni salad onto our plates. Dinner was ready. I offered half of the third burger to Steph, but she said I needed it more than she did. Then we ate.

We talked more about the things we did during the day. Conversation drifted back to yesterday at Strawberry Park. We also talked about past life experiences and where we thought our futures might lie. We basically spent time learning more about each other. I think that Steph was driving this bus. She was doing things I would never have even thought of. She was guiding us towards a relationship, but she was taking her time and planning each step we were taking. She was a woman that knew what she wanted. I was willing to follow her on our journey. Perhaps I would find out who I was along the way. Or who I should be. I wonder what part Sandy had played in Steph's motivation to establishing a friendship with me.

After dinner, we cleaned up. I needed to put out the charcoal so we didn't catch the mountain on fire. I used water, which put out the charcoal embers but spread fine, white ash all over the place. Next time I will use less charcoal and do a slower cook. More social time that way.

Steph had most of the table cleaned off, so I took in the remaining items. She was rinsing off plates and utensils. Most of the food stuffs were still on the counter. I started to put things in the fridge. I walked past Steph and she wrinkled her nose.

"Not being mean, but you really smell of hard work."

"I came here straight after work and shopping."

"You need a shower."

"I'll help finish cleaning up here and then I'll go shower."

"We'll finish cleaning up here and then we'll go shower."

"That sounds like a better deal." I was receptive to Steph's offer. Things for me kept getting better and better. Maybe this was a dream. I hope the alarm wasn't set to go off at the wrong time as it usually did. I worked extra hard to get everything cleaned, cleared and put away.

"Quick, go get a clean change of clothes. Okay?"

I was off like a shot. I jogged to my room and pulled out fresh socks, under wear, and clean work clothes. Then I walked quickly back to the office. I didn't want to appear to be in too big a hurry. I went in the front door and Steph called out to lock it. Then she told me to come to the back. I locked the door and put on the night light. I walked back through the kitchen and no one was there.

"I'm back here." Steph called. Her voice came through an open door at the end of the kitchen. I'd never been in this part of the office building. I went through the open door and entered a hallway.

"Follow my voice. I'm down at the end of the hall."

A few steps later I entered a nice little living room with wood floor, carpet, desk, couch, entertainment center and fireplace. Nice comfortable area to relax. There was another door in the opposite wall to a room with the light on. I assumed she was there and went over. Going through the door I felt I had entered a personal sanctuary of her very private life.

The room was simple. A closet, dresser, desk, chair, double bed, two bed tables with lights, comfy chair and foot rest. There were some motel style pictures hanging on the walls depicting western scenes. The floor was wood, but there was a large carpet that added warmth and comfort for bare feet. The bed had a large, satin covered comforter with a furry Steif bear sitting in the middle. The bear was the central personal touch in the entire room.

"Put your clothes on the desk. Let me give you the tour. Bedroom." She held her arms out, hands and palms up and twisted back and forth. She was smiling. She was proud of her living space.

She walked through the other door and I followed. We entered a large bathroom. The floor was flat, textured stones with a thick, fluffy throw rug for added warmth. The large vanity had two sinks and lots of drawers. The mirror stretched between the sinks and was flanked by medicine cabinets on each end. Opposite the vanities were towel rods stocked with large spa pool towels. The toilet was pretty standard in size and appearance. The shower was large and glassed in. All three walls were stone. The wall opposite the door had built in cubbies for soaps, shampoos, body washes, razors and anything else you would want to have handy in the shower. The wall to the right of the door had multiple shower heads for rain type water flow and jet type water flow. The opposite wall had a waterfall feature. There was a teak wood seat that you could move around for sitting in your chosen water flow. I liked this bathroom. It was so much better than a stall in the bath house.

"You like?" Steph asked with a smile.

"Oh, yes, I like." I stepped up to Steph and she accepted a hug and a kiss on the lips. I now assumed that we were showering in her shower and not up in the bath house above the office.

"Let's get the stink off your body." She untucked my work shirt and undid the buttons. She pushed it back off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then she began to pull my t-shirt out of my jeans and up onto my chest. There was no hurry or intensity to her undressing me. It wasn't frantic stripping for quick sex. She was simply helping me take off my clothes.

"A little help?" she asked.

I grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my head and off my arms. Phew, that was awful. I let it slip from my hand and drop to the floor. Steph slid the end of my belt back through the buckle, pulled and undid the catch. She went to the top button on my jeans and pushed it back through the button hole. Then she took the zipper and slid it down to the bottom of the flies. She opened the flies and pushed back on the waist of my jeans until they fell off my butt.

"That's going to be a problem." She said looking down. I looked down to the bulge in my briefs and then down to the boots on my feet.

"Oh...yeah. Boots."

I pulled my jeans up so I could walk and got the shower chair. I sat down and started unlacing my boots. As I loosened each boot, Steph held the heel and toe and pulled it from my foot. We did the same for the other boot. Steph bent over and took hold of the bottom of one of the legs of my jeans. She pulled and, at the same time, I lifted my leg, straightened my knee and the leg was free. Then she grabbed the other leg of the jeans and pulled the jeans clear of my body.

"Those socks are your own problem. I'm drawing the line here."

So, I removed each sock and added them to the pile of dirty, smelly clothes on the bathroom floor. I was now sitting on the teak chair in just my briefs.

I was nervous and full of anticipation. I know we had been naked in front of each other yesterday, but this felt different. Steph was a person of contrasts. Yesterday, we were out in public, and getting naked was an accepted thing to do there. Now I am in her bathroom, with no one else around. She is helping me take my clothes off. It felt so different. I had never seen this side of Steph. Not even imagined it. Was this just the start of a relationship or was this just lust...

I stood back up in just my briefs. My dick was getting aroused and was beginning to fill with blood. I could feel each pulse in my shaft as my erection grew. Steph was standing before me and looking into my eyes. She had a kind, beautiful face.

"You are doing just fine. Let me help you with your briefs."

Steph took both hands and gently cupped and caressed my balls. She tickled behind and on my balls for a second. Then she slowly slid both hands up and over my dick, scratching along the entire length with her finger nails. When she reached my glans, she took one hand and wrapped it gently around my erection, caressing and stroking along its length, top to bottom. When her hands were both at the glans once more, she hooked her thumbs in the waist band, slid around to my hips and slid the briefs down over my butt and to my feet on the floor. I stepped out of my briefs and bent over to place them on my pile of clothes.

I was naked. And a beautiful woman was standing in front of me. Smiling.

"Help me?" She asked.

She was pulling the bottom of her crop top up her chest and over her tits. I took the bunched fabric at each arm pit and raised it up, over her shoulders and head, and up and off her arms. She dropped her arms back down, running her fingertips down my chest to the pubic hairs around my penis. She walked around me to the shower chair and sat down. She bent over to her feet and unzipped the leg closures at the bottoms of her yoga pants. Then she unlaced and loosed her jogging shoes. She held a leg up and I removed the shoe and then the sock. Then she held the other leg up to do the same. I was noticing just how perfectly shaped her feet were with perfect toes and toenails. If feet were called sexy, this is where the descriptive phrase originated.

Steph put the heels of her hands on the teak shower chair and lifted her butt. She looked at me and smiled again. I took the hint and reached for the waist band of her yoga pants. I hooked my thumbs in her waist band and slid the elastic down and around her curvy butt. I could see her purple satin bikini briefs as the yoga pants started sliding down her thighs. She put her butt back down on the chair and raised both legs to me. I was able to easily slide the yoga pants over her knees and calves and finally off her feet. Now Steph was nearly naked before me. The last part of this sensual process was to remove her panties.