These stories follow the sexual adventures of a character named Steve. Women of a certain age would characterize him as a hunk, and he has a laid-back, flirty personality that many women find irresistible. He's also a heck of a nice guy. For the last year or so he's made his living as a handyman. When he first started the business it never crossed his mind that most of his customers would be single women and lonely housewives. We'll ease into the story with a woman named Penny . . .
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Chapter One
I met a girl named Penny a few years back. She's a friend of a friend. Middle aged, but it seems a shame to call her that because she's very youthful and attractive. I'm thirty, and she's probably in her early forties, but I don't pay much attention to age. Penny just seems like a cute girl to me. Something about her smile, with slightly crooked eye teeth, always turns me on a little. I find her powerfully attractive.
I went out to a bar to meet a friend and Penny happened to be there. We didn't run into each other very often, maybe two or three times a year, so it was nice to see her. She was with her friend Mary, who used to date another friend of a friend of mine, and she's about the same age as Penny. This particular night they were together and both looked particularly hot — Penny in tight jeans, a low-cut white T-shirt and a leather jacket, and Mary in a nice tie dye hippie dress. The tie dye look sometimes doesn't work on a 'mature' woman, but Mary pulled it off with aplomb. She's a stunning looking woman and could probably wear anything and look good.
There was a band playing at the bar that everybody wanted to see, so there wasn't much socializing going on until the set break. As soon as the music stopped Penny tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a fresh beer.
"You look thirsty," she said with a smile.
"Hey thanks!" I said. "Yeah, it's been a long day."
She seemed genuinely curious when she asked me what I'd been up to, so I told her about my current project, doing a light re-model on an elderly woman's kitchen. She was surprised to learn that I had a handyman business, so I told her a bit about it.
"So if I need a man around the house all I need to do is call you and give you a few bucks?" she asked, with a sly grin and a twinkle in her eye.
"Yup, your wish is my command," I said with a smile. Penny and I often flirted. She seemed the type that enjoyed that kind of thing.
After a bit more chatting the music started up again, so we went back to listening to the band. After the show we were all in that wonderfully good mood you feel after watching a good band do its thing. I was leaning against the bar having a look at the cute bartender's ass when Penny came over and set her beer on the bar next to mine.
"Did I ever tell you about my Dad's camp in the Adirondacks?" she asked. She hadn't, and I was all ears. "He passed away a few years ago and left it to me. I try to keep it up, but the winters up there have done a number on it and it's getting pretty run down in places. Any chance you'd be willing to drive up there and help me decide what needs to be fixed first? I'm willing to put the money into it, but I just don't know where to start."
"Sure," I said. "Any chance to spend a day in the mountains is all right with me."
She told me more about it, and the area near Long Lake where it's located. Her father was a sportsman, and it's a rustic 'off the grid' hunting camp almost completely surrounded by state land and very secluded. Sounded really nice, like my kind of place.
It turned out we were both free the next Saturday, and we agreed on a time. When the day rolled around I gathered together a bunch of tools even though it was just supposed to be a 'look around and help me decide' kind of a day. I figured if there was anything simple to fix it'd be nice to go ahead and do it for her. The drive up there was pleasant, and my mood always improves when I pass the "Entering The Adirondack Park" sign on the side of the road.
After driving another hour or so I was getting close. I had a hand drawn map Penny had given me, written on a bar napkin, and I was a little unsure about where I was, but after a few more miles I turned onto the small one-lane dirt road I was looking for. It went on and on, about six miles into the deep woods. Eventually I rounded a bend in the road and saw Penny sitting in the open hatch of her Subaru, sipping on a beer. I pulled off the road next to her, and jumped out of my truck.
"Good morning Mr. Handyman," she said with a big smile.
"This sure is a beautiful part of the world," I said.
"Oh this is nothing, wait'll you see the rest," she said, and she handed me a cold beer from her cooler.
I knew we were going to have to hike in a bit, so I had my tools in an old backpack. "Looks like you're ready to stay awhile," she said, and she winked at me and smiled.
Penny had two insulated coolers with straps that she slung over her shoulders. "Beer and sandwiches," she said. I couldn't help but notice that the straps made an "x" across her chest accentuating her lovely bra-less tits. The outline of her nipples was visible and she looked even sexier than usual.
The hike into the camp was about a half-mile on her private trail. It was a hot summer day and we were both sweating even though we were both in shorts and t-shirts, hers with a scooped v-neck showing off her nice cleavage.
As we got to the camp the trees opened up on a stunning vista overlooking a large beaver pond, with a marshy wetland beyond.
"Holy cow!" I said. "This is amazing!"
"Didn't I tell ya?" she said with a proud smile.
We put our things down on the rickety front steps and gazed off into the distance. Sunlight glinted off the glassy surface of the pond, and the sense of quiet was astonishing. Other than a few birds here and there, there was no sound at all, not even wind in the trees on this calm summer day. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of it all when Penny snapped me out of it.
"Wanna have a look inside?" she asked. "Watch your step, the front entry is kind of falling apart."
We made our way inside and she went around the room opening wooden storm shades, gradually filling the space with light. It was rustic all right, but with the charm of an old-school north-woods cottage. I loved it. Everything was in one room — a kitchen counter across the back, a big round table and chairs off to one side, an old brass double bed on the other side of the room and a wood stove in the corner. A steep ladder led up to a small sleeping loft that she said she didn't use much, with two twin mattresses and some storage. Next to the brass bed was a door leading to a screened porch with a couch and an old upholstered chair, both covered in plastic. As Penny gave me the tour she removed the plastic from the porch furniture, and generally spruced the place up as she went. She told me the couch opened up into a bed, and she loved sleeping out there. I stood quietly for a moment, staring at the couch, wondering if she slept in the nude on warm summer nights...
"You want another beer?" she asked, snapping me out of my impure thoughts.
"Sure," I said, and Penny got us each one.
"So tell me what your worries are about the old place," I said.
She walked me around showing me the problem areas, and asked me what I would do first to make sure the deterioration didn't get out of hand. I told her except for the rot in the front entry porch it didn't look to bad. The metal roof was holding up well, and the foundation looked okay. Those were the most important things. The siding and windows weren't bad except for needing caulking and paint. And the rest of it was mostly small things that could be done a little at a time. I opened up my old backpack and Penny saw the tools and immediately protested.
"Hey, I didn't get you up here to put you to work today," she said. "I just wanted your opinion."
"I know, but as long as I'm here I might as well do a few things," I said with a smile. "I can't resist, it's in my blood."
