"I heard a song driving over here," Goldie said. "You know that band 'The Eagles'?"
"Mhm." I wasn't really listening. I was watching her get undressed.
"It was about lying eyes and the cheating side of town." She ran in the bathroom to look in the mirror. "Do you think Brian can see it when he looks at me? Is that where we are?"
"I hate to think of it that way," I said.
"But that's what we're doing, isn't it? You're married, and I have a boyfriend. Plus, you're twice my age."
"Why does that bother you tonight? We've been doing this for over two years."
"I don't know, Alex," she said, kneeling in front of me to take off my pants.
**
Goldie and I met when I built the pool house at her parent's place the summer she graduated from high school. The only thing she was doing that summer before college was working on her tan.
I was sitting with her parents, Ron and Marsha, on the deck near their pool, explaining my plans for the project. They were facing the area where the building would go, and I was facing them, which meant toward the house. Goldie was outside with us earlier, but she went in to get ready to go to her high school graduation practice.
"Mom!" she yelled from the house. "I'm out of panties."
I looked up to see her standing in the doorway wearing a towel, or more like, holding it carelessly against her. I could almost see her pussy, and her nipples were almost exposed. She looked at me and smiled.
Her parents didn't turn around, but Marsha called back to her, "You could help out around here a little, you know. It's a lot doing laundry for three ADULTS!"
"All I have left is thongs, and you won't let me wear them to school," Goldie said. "Maybe I'll just go commando." She winked at me and lifted her towel slightly, allowing me to see the smooth skin of her shaved pussy.
"No you won't, young lady! Borrow something of mine. My ass is the same size as yours."
It was. I had been admiring it every chance I got. It was perfect above her sexy legs. The front of this woman? The challenge was to look at anything besides her tits. Today, they were proudly displayed in a skin-tight crop top. The only word that came to mind was "epic." They were very large and appeared quite firm. She wasn't wearing a bra, and amazingly at her age, didn't really need one for support. Apparently, she didn't care too much about modesty, because her silver-dollar areolas and juicy nipples were obvious.
Marsha was my age, probably ten years younger than her husband, and she was fit, trim, and still in her prime. The only thing on her that looked juicier than her nipples were the fat lips of her pussy, prominent in her "Daisy Duke" cut-off blue jean shorts. Except for the dark hair, Mrs. Cameron looked the way I imagined her daughter would in twenty years. In other words, porn-star hot. If I weren't married,...
"Fine," Goldie said. She smirked at me, dropped her towel, and disappeared into the house.
I got the job and began work. Often, no one was home, but occasionally, mother and daughter would swim or sunbathe. Their bikinis would have been modest on women with bodies that didn't look so damn good. Sometimes they would "accidentally" flash me when they tanned or forget to pull the curtains in their rooms when they changed clothes. But, when I had other guys working with me, Marsha and Goldie never appeared.
Work progressed well. I was finishing the roof. From my ladder, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Cameron drive away. Soon afterward, Goldie came outside with some towels, and jumped in the pool. She swam for a while, and then got out and dried off.
"Alex?" she called to me from her lounge chair on the deck.
"Yeah?" I was nailing shingles on the side of the roof away from her.
"I'm going to work on getting rid of my tan lines. Will that bother you?"
I thought, "Bother me? Hell no!" Trying to be a gentleman, and hoping to get paid for the job, I asked, "Won't your parents mind?"
"They're not home. They left to play golf, and they're eating dinner at the clubhouse. It's Tuesday, remember?"
"Oh, right"
When I stopped to re-load my nail-gun, she called to me again. "Want some iced tea?"
"Sure! As soon as I finish this section."
"I'll go make a pitcher. I'll only be a minute," she yelled. I leaned dangerously far on my ladder to watch her go inside. She didn't get dressed. I got a brief look at her walking through the patio door, suntan oil glistening on her cute ass.
I managed to avoid nailing my hand to the roof and continued with the section I was working on. Soon, I heard her yell, "The tea is ready!"
"I'll be down in a minute," I hollered.
She hadn't been able to see me the entire time, which meant that she probably thought I hadn't seen her. To make sure she had time to cover up properly, I called, "I'm coming down now."
I was wiping the sweat from my face with my shirt as I walked around the side of the pool house. I almost knocked her over, and got a good handful of ripe teenage tit trying to avoid the collision.
"Oh!" she squealed. "Hi!"
"I'm so sorry, Goldie," I stammered, pulling my hand from her nude body like it had been burned. She did look that hot.
"Don't be. You just startled me. I wanted to see what was taking you so long," she giggled.
"Shouldn't you put something on?" I asked, trying not to stare at her. Her breasts looked every bit as nice as they felt from that one brief grab, and the lotion she had slathered on herself made her bare mound shine in the sunlight.
"Do you want me to? Does nudity bother you?"
"No, no, it's not that at all."
"What is it, then?" she asked, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand, which raised her breast for my inspection. "Don't you like the way I look?"
"I shouldn't answer that."
"Why not?"
"If I say one thing, you'll be mad at me, and if I say the other, your father will fire me and get someone else to finish the job. I need the money."
"I know you do. You work hard, and you're worth far more than you make. I've seen your finished work at friends' houses. You remember the Robinsons? You built an addition on their house last year."
"Oh yeah. They seemed pretty happy with the way the project turned out." I said.
"They're thrilled. They're best friends with my folks, and their daughter Annie is a good friend of mine. Come on, let's go get some tea," she replied, turning to walk back to the deck, still buck naked, as though that was normal in front of a man working at her house.
"The Robinsons said something else about you," Goldie said as she sat spread-legged on her lounge chair to sip her tea. Droplets of condensation from her cold glass traveled slowly down her body.
