The deep upstate New York snow was receding, and spring was just around the corner. Lindsey's playroom was finished and a big success, and the room-by-room renovation of Connie's big house was just about complete. I had started accepting a few new customers to take up the slack, but I was enjoying a little more free time as well.
Most of that time was spent fixing up the riverfront camp that Connie had given me. She drove out often when I was there, and she marveled at how I was bringing the old place back to life. She greatly missed her late husband, and I could tell she wished they had fixed the place up more and had spent more time there when they had the chance. They did put quite a bit of money into it though, which I was glad of — they had a well drilled, a new septic system installed, a new metal roof put on, and the waterfront was first-class, with a new rip-rap stone seawall and a beautiful dock with a screened gazebo on it. All I had to do was renovate the camp itself, and the grounds.
I wanted the place to have lot's of funky character, and I could think of no one better to help me with the overall vision than Carol. She met me there one beautiful mid-March day when the last of the snow was melting and making it's way into the calm green river.
"Steve, this is fantastic!" she said as she got out of her car and looked the place over. "Let's see, we could make the door look like a vagina, and the chimney could be shaped like a hard cock..." She broke up laughing.
"I don't think so sweetheart," I laughed. "My parents are going to be here now and then you know."
"Holy shit! You have parents?" she said. "I don't know why, but that never crossed my mind. Wow, that's weird isn't it? Some of your lovers are probably older than your mom."
"Yeah, weird," I said. "I try not to think about that too much."
"So what's your father like?" she asked. "Is he gorgeous too?"
"Well, we look a lot alike, if that's what you mean," I said. "Could we change the subject, 'cause this is a little odd." Carol giggled and took my arm, and I walked her down to the water.
"Oh god, it's so peaceful and private here," she said. "We could have sex right here couldn't we. Right here in the sunshine."
"Yeah, but that's not really why I brought you here," I said, as Carol dropped to her knees and opened my jeans. She expertly flipped my cock loose, and worked me until I came in her moaning mouth.
"Mmm, that tastes good," she said as she swallowed. "I needed a little snack. You know, you're the only man I've ever met that I can't control myself around," she said as she forced my swollen cock back into my jeans.
"That's good to know," I said, smiling down at her dark, piercing eyes.
"So, what are your plans for the place," she said as she stood, acting as if nothing unusual had happened.
"Well, I'm gonna need a chair right here, 'cause my knees get weak whenever you're around," I said.
"You're sweet," she said, and she kissed my cheek. "Show me inside, I'm dying to see it."
"From what I've seen, it started out as not much more than a tar-paper shack — a little fish camp," I told her as we walked in through the screened porch. "At some point it was rebuilt more substantially, and I've taken it to the next level, with structural improvements and full insulation so I can use it year-round."
"Oh, it's great Steve! I can see why you've been so excited about it," she said. "You know, all us girls were thrilled when Connie did this for you. I think we all have wished we could do something similar. She's a sweet woman."
"She's amazing," I said. "And I'm glad to know what the rest of you think about this. I was kind of wondering how it would go over."
"So how can I help?" she asked. "If your mom's coming I guess you don't want an orgy mural on the wall."
Nope, much as I'd love it," I said. "I'd just like you to lend me your artist's eye, and help me come up with a plan to make the place funky and cool — colors, moldings, maybe some wood carvings and other details. I'm not gonna do it all at once, but I'd like to have an overall esthetic to work towards.
"Oooh fun!" she said. "I'm so glad you called me!"
I showed her some magazine clippings, and a book on cottages that I bought, and she immediately started coming up with great ideas. We listed out some things, and made some sketches.
"Oh man, this is perfect!" I said. "You're a genius Carol, you should branch out into the design world."
"Can I paint your porch for you?" she said as she walked out there.
"You know, I was thinking about having a painting party, but with all these interesting details we came up with today, I think I'll just do it myself," I said.
"No, I mean I want to paint something special out here. I love this space," she said.
"Oh wow! Yeah, I would love that! What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"I'm thinking this back wall would be all marsh grass, with a beautiful blue sky above it that would wrap up onto the ceiling, with white clouds. A sky blue ceiling is sort of an old Victorian thing to do on a porch," she said. "With a ceiling fan and a million twinkle lights, it'd be awesome out here at night. Oh, and you'll need a nice couch to fuck on."
"Sounds fantastic Carol. And the bonus for me is you'll be hanging around here a lot. Guess I better get a bed moved in pronto," I said with a wink.
Her mind was still working feverishly with ideas. "OK, I know you said your mom's gonna be here and all that, but sexy women are such a big part of your life, I think we need to work some of that in. Tastefully though. I'm looking at these posts holding up the porch roof — what if we make them like a totem pole type carving of a stylized naked woman. Would that be too wild for your mom?" she asked.
"Nice! I like that idea," I said. "As long as one of them isn't fondling an erect penis I think she can deal with it," I laughed. "Big carvings like that are expensive though, and I'm afraid I'd make a mess of it if I tried it myself."
"Don't worry about that. I know just the guy. Invite him to the next orgy and he'll work cheap," she laughed.
"Cool! This is coming together nicely," I said. "I'll go buy some tongue-and-groove cedar tomorrow and get started on the interior walls."
I embraced Carol from behind, kissed her on the neck, and said in her ear, "I'd love to give you a nice big reward for helping me today."
"I was hoping you'd say that," she said, and we fucked every possible way you can standing up.
