As every teacher does when May arrives, I anticipated two months off for summer to re-energize. Recently divorced and just purchasing a wonderful 1939 home, I looked forward to the time for the remodeling projects that awaited me. Little did I know the erotic experiences I was about to have during this transitional time in my life.
My first project was to tear out the old tile in the bathroom. The plan was to put a jetted garden tub where the old, shallow cast iron one currently was. The labor was something I could do, but I knew the old plumbing would have to be updated and so on the referral of a neighbor I called in a professional. As the last chunk of tile was removed from its position, the doorbell rang. I brushed off the dust the best I could and opened the front door. I was instantly mesmerized by what stood on the other side of it. He was about 6 foot 5 with salt and pepper hair and the most amazing dark brown eyes I had ever seen. He greeted me with a smile and I immediately noticed his white teeth and how they made his tan seem darker than what it was. Realizing I was obviously staring, I shook myself back to reality and opened the door to let him in. He introduced himself as Craig and extended his hand to me. As I took his hand, I still could not believe that this handsome man was actually standing in my living room. After the formalities were finished, I pointed in the direction of the bathroom, and planned to follow him so I could get a view of what I had hoped to be the nicest ass in the state. I was not disappointed. Although his jeans were faded and had the remnants of plumbers putty and welding burns throughout, they did not take away from the fact that his round cheeks were tight and well packed into the material. I grinned knowing that he had no idea the thoughts that were running through my head.
As he entered the bathroom, he commented on what a busy bee I have obviously been and that it looked like I was going to remove the tub. Deciding that it would be best to get business out of the way first, I explained my master plan while trying to concentrate on the words I spoke. He smiled and politely nodded and it was then that I noticed the gold band displayed on his left hand. Terribly disappointed, I told him I would let him explore the plumbing in peace and moved into the kitchen to decide what I was going to make for dinner. I could not shake the feeling that overtook me and I was amazed at how awestruck I was by this man. Knowing I could never hit on someone who was committed in marriage, I dismissed all the fantasies that I had started to form in my mind and concentrated on marinating the pork chops I had decided to grill for dinner.
A few minutes later he came into the kitchen. Spotting the pork chops and the ingredients I was about to soak them into, he smiled and made a comment about getting dinner ready for the hubby. I smirked and looked up and revealed to him there was no hubby and that I preferred to eat healthy and cook for myself. He moved across the kitchen and leaned against the counter. Very aware of his presence behind me, I tried to maintain my composure and asked about his family. He told me his wife had recently passed, and that she would also cook often and preferred it to eating out. I expressed my sympathy and glanced at his ring. He noticed my look and spoke softly saying that he just couldn't bear the idea of taking it off. Touched by his words, I found my thoughts drifting away, remembering the good times of my marriage, and how sad it must be to lose the one you love. He explained it was a car accident. A drunk driver drove the other vehicle, and hitting her head on, she died instantly.