Jeff was a carpenter for a medium sized remodeling firm based in Bethesda Maryland. Being the newest guy hired, he had to put up with all the worst jobs that no one else wanted to touch. His newest assignment was to totally remodel a semi old house in Northwest Washington D.C. He never met the owner, and all he knew was everyday when he showed up, there was a note of the work to be done, and usually some cheesy picture from a home decorating magazine to guide him on how the owner wanted it to look. This had been going on for about five months, ever since September eleventh, and he was used to the working alone aspect. Of course that chilly morning in February it was all about to change.
For the past month he was installing finish trim and was about to complete the job when he showed up to work. As usual, he unlocked the door, brought his tools in and turned on the radio. He had been working for about forty-five minutes when he was startled by the piercing shriek that came from above him. He looked up and saw to his surprise, Ashliegh Banfield, the MSNBC anchor in a silky low cut nightgown. The light from a circular window above the alcove shined through the material and her body was more gorgeous than he could ever realize.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" she yelled, more out of surprise than anger.
"I'm sorry ma'am…. I'm the carpenter who's been rehabbing your house. If this is a bad time, I'll leave and come back later." He felt the erection in his jeans tighten at the sight of her. This was a bonafide sex symbol from cable and he probably had seen the side of her no man would reject.
" No, that's okay. I'm just back from my duties in Afghanistan and I'm tired and jumpy"
He wasn't sure, but it struck him that maybe she'd seen his bulge. He felt even more uncomfortable.
"Well, um", she paused.
"Jeff"
"Well Jeff, so far from what I saw last night, I'm happy with your work. Keep up the quality and I'll treat you to the worst cup of coffee you've ever had".
She came down the stairs, the gown flowing behind her. As she passed him he caught sight of her and immediately his dick stiffened harder than he could ever remember. She went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. As she sat in the kitchen slowly drinking the coffee, he was engrossed in his work, but fighting the feeling that she was watching him. She finished her third cup of coffee and stopped in the lower foyer where he was finishing up a column leading to what was a gameroom with giant pool table.
" Are you going to be here later this afternoon?" she asked with a glisten in her eye.
"Yes ma'am, I'll be here until about five thirty". He fought the urge to look at her, and again he thought that she knew his thoughts. He watched her go upstairs and disappear into her bedroom, closing the door slowly and humming a tune.
She was up there forever he thought, and when he heard the door open he looked up. She was wearing a sweater, along with a pair of jeans that hugged her gorgeous slender legs. He immediately looked away because the tension was killing him. She slowly walked down the stairs, taking each stair with ginger steps like she was walking on ice. She stopped where he was standing, and looked into his eyes.
