Back in the Nineties, I did some work for a family that my brother had referred to me. They needed some custom carpentry work done that was beyond his scope, and with my dad helping me, I easily completed the task. To me, it was simple; they had purchased some nice looking display units that were in all likelihood not supposed to go together and were also in same likelihood manufactured in a poor, steamy Asian country somewhere. They wanted everything fastened together to make an entertainment center, but the mouldings were off slightly, and could therefor not be mitered together properly. My assessment was that the main piece was manufactured in a different facility, and although they looked identical, their moulding cutters were off enough to cause an issue when attempting to match everything up.
This is where my brother "graciously" offered me the job because he had no idea what the hell he was doing. He fancied himself a master carpenter, but he was more of a whiz with a pin nailer and some good design ideas. I, on the other hand, had learned my skills from the same father he had; I just paid attention how to do things with hand tools and Old World skills. I also had driven for a lumber company for a few months between jobs, so I was aware that in the 1990's, to save time in new home construction, rather than compound miter each corner, the trim carpenters would simply install decorative blocks on the inside and outside corners of the walls and then put flat-cut lengths of moulding in between. I figured that idea would work perfectly in my situation, so I picked up a couple of those blocks at the Great Pumpkin home center, cut the mouldings so the blocks would fit, and fastened the whole shebang together with some fancy chromed screws and decorative grommets.
The customers were thrilled at the result, and invited my brother, Dad and myself over for a cookout a week or so later. They had two teenage children; Brett and Melissa, whom I had seen from time to time as I was fixing the furniture, and more formal introductions were made. Melissa was kind of cute but only around fourteen at the time, so I didn't pay her too much attention. She had inherited her mother's Scottish looks along with her father's European Spanish features, and I would learn years later, that when she grew up, she became even cuter.
After my brother moved to Jackson Hole to open up a business that catered to high end resorts, businesses and local residents, Enrique and Tori no longer had a carpenter to call, and when they decided to fix the house up to put it on the market, they also needed someone who could do everything on their extensive punch list. So twenty five years later, despite the fact that I was pretty much retired, I began fixing the cedar siding, replacing fogged windows, etc., off and on for the better part of two years to help them out. In the meantime, Melissa had moved back home, and she was no longer that cute little girl I remembered. She had blossomed into an attractive woman who was now in her late thirties, and when I say blossomed, I mean that literally! She had inherited her mother's chunky tits without a doubt. Very large and attractive blossoms, I might add, and I certainly noticed them!
I would see her sometimes in the mornings as she headed out to work, and occasionally when she came home, depending on her schedule. Once in a while, she would wear a black skirt and calf-high boots, and she looked really cute! Unbeknownst to me, she found me equally attractive, and one day she let it slip out to her parents during dinner, much to their surprise. This prompted Tori to email me and suggest I ask her daughter out, much to MY surprise.
When a parent suggests you ask their daughter out, it's a pretty good indication that if things work out, they will make great in-laws. Enrique and Tori were already like a brother and sister to me, so I teased Tori after that by calling her Mom, much to Enrique's amusement. He was only eleven years older than I was, and Melissa was eleven years younger, putting me right in the middle. Still close enough that he felt like more of a brother-in-law than a potential father-in-law, should things have worked out with Melissa and myself, so I called him "Hermano," meaning brother in Spanish.
Melissa and I went out on a few dates and we had a lot of fun together, but we didn't really click as a serious couple for some reason, so things kind of went back to normal, although we would still hug when we saw each other, and essentially became BFFs. Another six weeks or so went by, and I forgot to email her that I would be working at the house the following day, so that she could sleep at her brother's house so I didn't disturb her. I guess I forgot because I was going to be inside, painting some trim I had replaced the previous week along with new color on the walls, so it didn't even occur to me to give her a heads up.
That morning I let myself in as usual, as I was always there much earlier than they all got up, and I had a key to the house. I guess if they trusted me with their house key, they figured they could trust me with their only daughter as well. The house had several offset levels to it, and the upper level had been Brett and Melissa's area when they were children. It had a main open area and three bedrooms, along with a full bathroom.
I spread the drop cloth, and opened the can of paint, so that I could begin painting the trim I had replaced earlier. Painting is of course, very quiet, so poor Melissa had no idea that I busily working just outside of her bedroom in the open area. I heard her get up and turn on the stereo, and then the sound of her bedroom door opening. I assumed she was either dressed or wearing a bathrobe if she was going to shower, but to my stunned amazement, she was completely nude! I guess she didn't expect anyone to be in her space, so she felt no need to put anything on.
I stared in astonishment as she walked out into the open space without so much as a stitch on. I ogled her ample tits, which were still very firm looking, even in her thirties, and admired her bushy cunt and muscular legs. Since she wasn't expecting me to be working, she looked right at me and didn't even notice that I was there! All of this transpired in a second or so, but seemed like forever. Finally, I decided to make my presence known.
"I love that outfit." I said quietly. "It's totally you. You should have worn that on our first date."
Melissa sucked her breath in as she gave a start, and gasped audibly; placing her hand over her heart.
"Jesus Jack!" she burst out, as she finally noticed me standing there. "I wasn't expecting to see you today. I thought you were going to email me when you were going to be around."
To my surprise, she made no attempt to cover herself, and I thought back to one morning when Enrique and I were in the kitchen discussing plans for a killer deck I was designing at the time, for the back of the house. As we heard footsteps padding down the carpeted stairs, he had called out, "Melissa, Jack's here. Are you naked?" She arrived a few moments later, clad in a bathrobe, but I was beginning to wonder if she tended to parade around the house without any clothes on as a general rule, and had no inhibitions of being undressed in front of others.
"I wasn't expecting to see you like that either!" I exclaimed. "My god, Melissa! You're totally fucking nude! You look great though."
She smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I usually wait until the last minute to put my clothes on." she admitted. "I tend to go clothes-free here around the house when I can. It's a lot more comfortable. I was going to tell you I'm a bit of a nudist, but it just never came up on any of our dates for some reason. I hope that doesn't put you off or anything."
"Not at all!" I replied enthusiastically. "I kind of like the look, myself. I didn't know you were a nudist, Sweetie."
"I'm really not, I suppose." she responded. "I mean, I don't go out front and mow the lawn without any clothes on or anything like that. I just don't mind walking around the house or drinking coffee on the back deck without putting anything on, and Mom and Dad aren't prudes, so they don't care. Do you?"
"Nope." I said, as I approached her, eyeing her nude body carefully.
She was built like her mom; ample tits, but a bit stocky as well. Not fat mind you, but medium boned and a lot of muscle, particularly in her well-toned thighs. That was why she looked so hot in calf high boots and a skirt. It really accentuated her legs. I stared for a few more seconds before finishing my sentence.
"I just hope you don't mind my gawking at you."
"I guess not." she replied, glancing at my crotch and noticing the prominent bulge in my jeans. "Would you like to watch me while I take my shower, Jack?"
"Are you serious?" I inquired, my eyes widening in anticipation. "I'd love to!"
"I've always thought you were kinda hot." she admitted, as I followed her into the bathroom. "Even when I was a kid. You and that Steven Seagal ponytail you had back then. I wanted to jump your bones so bad, Jack! I still would."
"Why didn't you ever tell me that when were going out?" I inquired, as she turned the water on and stepped into the tub, leaving the shower curtain pulled back so that I could watch her delicious bare body as she washed it in front of me.
"We just didn't click, and I didn't want you to think I was a whore if I told you that I wanted you to fuck me." she explained, as she let the water soak her reddish-brown hair. "You would you like to fuck me, wouldn't you, Jack?"
"I would," I replied, as I dropped my jeans and began to openly masturbate in front of her, "if you're still game."
"Take your clothes off and get in here with me." she instructed. "I want to get a good look at what you have as well."
I nodded and shed my clothes in record time, before joining her in the full sized tub under the hot, cascading water.
"We don't have time to fuck right now as I have to go to work," she said quietly, "but I can ask Mom and Dad if you can stay for dinner, and overnight. Would you like that?"
"I would, indeed!" I exclaimed.
"Good!" she said with a smile. "Then for now, I want to watch you jerk off to the sight of my nude body. I want to watch it squirt out, knowing that very soon, it will be squirting up inside of me. Do it, Jack! Jerk off in front of me so I can watch you cum!"
I needed no further encouragement, and reached out with my left hand to squeeze her right breast vigorously as I jerked off in front of her. Her tit was just as firm as I had imagined it would be, and I savored the way it felt in my hand as I continued to squeeze it.
"I'm going to cum, Melissa." I groaned, and she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth to take the load. "Oh Melissa, I'm going to cum for you!"
A huge load shot out of my cock and into her waiting mouth. I absolutely love ejaculating in a woman's mouth, and this was no exception. She took it all and swallowed every bit of my cum, smiling broadly at her first taste of my sperm custard.
"Mmm," she said through her nose, "that was so good, Jack! It was so rich and creamy. I could swallow as much of your delicious cum as you could shoot into my mouth!"
"Really?" I inquired in a surprised tone of voice as she stood back up. "You like my cum?"
"I love your cum!" she burst out. "Oh Jack, I'd love sucking your dick and swallowing. I've just never found the right guy who could handle having his dick sucked three times a day. Could you give me that much?"
"Two." I countered. "I'd still like a personal one here and there, though. I'd love to fuck your brains out too."
"Be here when I get home!" Melissa instructed, as she turned the shower off. "I'll ask Mom about you staying for dinner like I said before, and I'll get you to stay the night too."
"She's going to know what we're up to." I pointed out, as I dried off and began to get dressed for the second time that day. "Your mother isn't an idiot, Melissa. I mean, she's the one that set us up to begin with."
