Roberta was ready for a change in atmosphere; her life had quickly changed within a blink of an eye. She looked around the house deciding this is where she would start changing things. The living room had quickly succumbed to her witty skills as she stripped old wallpaper, replacing it with new vibrant colors.
As the day wore on and the sun started to set the house had become hot and stuffy. Opening all the doors and windows did not seem to squelch the heat, causing beads of sweat to gather between her ample breasts. Without thought she pulled her shirt and bra off discarding them in a lone chair next to her bed.
Roberta continued at her task of changing the entire look of her most intimate room, her bedroom. The once cold hunter green was now being replaced with soft shades of sensual baby blue. The large window above her bed was the last thing to renovate. The heat had not let up as she pulled off her black jeans, now standing clad in only a black silk thong.
She knew when she started this was not going to be an easy task to complete; the black iron bar has always proved a challenge when hanging curtains. Her mind so involved in hanging of these frilly blue curtains Roberta had forgotten she invited her long time friend Paul over for a drink and good conversation. He always seemed to listen to her ramblings, poking fun at the way she talked incessantly like no other woman he had known.
Paul stood at the back door, puzzled as to why all the doors were open. He knew she had an air conditioner, with concern he did not think to knock and walked into the kitchen. He could hear an old Journey tune playing muffling his footsteps as he turned to see Roberta standing on her bed.
He smiled as he realized she was near naked as her body pressed against the cool glass while she attempted to remove the cast iron rod holding the curtains in place. She let out a curse when she pinched her finger trying to remove the rod. He watched as her ass cheeks tightened each time she stood on her toes to reach for the ill fated rod. When she bent to retrieve the end that had fallen off, he noticed her breasts as they softly hung in front of her, nipples taunt from the cold glass rubbing against them.
Her fingers slid gently up and down the rod removing the old curtains and replacing them with the new ones. Mesmerized by her bouncing breasts and jutting nipples, the way her hips gently swayed to the music in the background. The most exciting things he noticed were her long fingers sliding up and down that hard round rod. Paul hadn't even realized he had been standing there a good fifteen minutes watching her; each time she arched her back his cock twitched.
His undoing was when she put her knee on the windowsill to steady herself, the thong shifted slightly to the right exposing her smooth shaved lips. His hands automatically caressing the throbbing bulge in his pants. Thinking to himself, this friendship is about to get friendlier.
He walked into the room just as she finished putting the rod back in place. "Hey Roberta, what they hell are you doing without clothes on girl?"
Startled and slightly embarrassed she spoke, "Damn Paul is it that time already? Could you toss me my shirt please?"
"Nope, you missed a place up there, see right there in the center. Hold on I will help you." He removed his shoes and climbed on the bed behind her, as she looked he took her hands and placed them on the center of the rod, "Right there honey, straighten that out." Like a wayward schoolgirl she did as she was told.
