At my age I should never climb a ladder. We were spending the summer at our new lake home. I was recently retired and doing some consulting work which mostly consisted of tele-meetings and phone calls. I was surveying the yard in a swim suit and walking shoes. The air was warm and slightly humid and I worked up a sweat just getting a quick walk in. I was sure that I would spend some time on the beach today. The night before a powerful storm blew dozens of branches and a large tree limb onto the roof. As I was looking up at the roof the wife handed me a "Honey Do list for the week. She was headed back to the office for the day and then off on a 12-14 day business trip.
Recently promoted, she was traveling more and I was enjoying it less, especially the infrequency of bedroom playtime. We had more than one "discussion" about her time away, but she said if she really "humped it" she could retire in 2 more years. So, she gave me peck on the cheek and informed me that the branches needed to come off the roof and I needed to check the shingles for damage. I promised I would. As she walked off, she said over shoulder, "If you get the list completed, I will return with no panties or bra under my clothes and we can fuck and suck for the next week. Remember I am taking a week off for the 4th of July."
We had just moved into the house in late May and with it being mid June, we had really not met any of the neighbors. We had been working hard to paint, decorate, landscape, put in the pier and all the other things lake home owners do each Spring. Also the lake lots were large and tree covered which made for nearly total privacy. The only home relatively close to us was occupied by Bob and Melanie, (AKA Mel). Their home was up the hill from ours. My wife and I talked with them a couple of times and learned that Bob owned a small business in a town about 20 miles away and Mel had a part time, customer service gig. We promised to get together for drinks once things settled a bit. What I learned later that morning is that Bob left the house at 6 AM and returned home at 7PM every day, except Saturday. This left Mel to herself for long periods of time.
As I watched my wife drive away, I looked down at the list and figured I could knock off these jobs in 2 days, leaving me time to golf, work a bit, spend an evening or two at a Gentlemen's Club. I would end up very horny when she arrived back. The roof needed to be done first. The ladder was set on firm ground and up I went. As I was stepping onto the roof, a shingle slipped, I slipped grabbed a the rain gutter and the next thing I knew Mel's face was about 2 feet above mine and I was staring up at the sky. She was breathless and told me that she watched me climb the roof, looked away, heard a thump and looked back to see that the ladder had fallen and I was no longer on the roof. She immediately ran down the hill to find me on the ground.
I lay there, dazed and silently counting bones and bruises. I began to sit up and she gently pushed me back down. She said I had a pretty good bump on the side of my head and a few cuts and scrapes. She asked if I was alright and told me to rest just a minute more before getting up. As things came back to focus and as I took in what had happened, I realized that more than one place on my body was very sore, especially an ankle and shoulder. I was covered in dirt and sweat. A few minutes later, with Mel's help, I sat up, realized I had a bit of a headache and was pretty sure that ankle had taken much of my weight as I fell. She grabbed under an arm and helped me to my feet. It was then that I noticed that she was in short gym shorts and a t shirt. (I learned that this is her sleeping attire if she wears anything at all.) Even a bit dazed I could see her nipples poking at the shirt and that her breasts looked to be firm. I realized that she was only about 5 feet and maybe an inch over that. Once up, she stepped back and I stood on my own, bruised and slightly bloodied. I took in that she seemed to have a narrow waist and a lovely full curve to her hips. Her hair was auburn and her eyes sparkled green. She smiled and I gingerly began walking. As I turned away from her, I heard a giggle and she said, "By the way, not only did your body take a beating, but those swim shorts are torn open in the back. You have a nice ass!"
I believe I blushed a bit and knew I wasn't really embarrassed, but I was possibly aroused over the comment. I playfully tried to make myself modest by attempting to hold the cloth together and limp towards the house. She quickly caught up to me and gave support on one side. She said I needed to get into the shower or tub and get all the dirt off and she would assess any possible major injuries. At this time, besides the headache and the ankle, the only thing really hurt was my pride. She said she would wait outside the bathroom for me. I showered in the master bathroom and I came out wrapped in only a towel. Mel was sitting on the edge of the bed ready to do a full inspection. She told me to walk over to her and she and had me turn around slowly. After a moment, she declared that I looked not only uninjured and ok, "but damned good in a towel". I found her gaze stopped at the towel and I realized that my cock was semi erect and very visible.
With one hand, she undid the knot of the towel and it fell to the floor. As it hit the floor, my cock became rock hard and all 7 inches were firm. Gently she slid one hand up and down over the length of it several times and then stroked the pre cum off the purple tip of my cock. In one quick movement, her hand became her lovely mouth as she gently slid it up and down over the shaft and her tongue darted over the thick cockhead. My groans were audible and my breath coming faster as she stroked and sucked my cock. I was afraid to cum too fast, so I stepped back and lifted her face and kissed her gently and then passionately.
