As a freshman in college money is always tight; student loans and scholarships go only so far. So it isn't unusual to find students looking for part time work to make ends meet and put gas in the tank. Rather than flip burgers, I chose to try and find a use for my considerable talents at fixing things. My first customers were faculty and wives of faculty, hiring me to do odd jobs that just hadn't gotten done. These included things like minor home repairs, painting, sanding and finishing floors, that kind of thing. Over the winter my number of customers grew by word of mouth from faculty to neighbors of faculty, and spring brought new tasks; lawn mowing, tree cutting, hedge trimming and my current job, painting a privacy fence.
It was my third day working for Amanda Cook, painting the six foot high privacy fence around her yard. It was hard, tiring work and the sudden heat that came this spring made the work all the more tedious. Mrs. C came out frequently to ply me with plenty of ice water and lemon aid as I worked around the outside of the fence. I was glad that I was inside today, meaning I was half done with the difficult job.
The sun was high in the sky and even though it was only ten in the morning, the temp had already soared to well over eighty five degrees. I stood, sweating, my shirt hanging on the back of a patio chair, painting the redwood stain on the south fence behind the pool. I knew it was going to be hot and had chose wisely to wear nothing more than a pair of exercise shorts that let some of the breeze through in an attempt to keep everything cool.
"I brought you a drink Mike!" Mrs. C said cheerfully as she walked up behind me.
"Thank you Missus C!" I answered gratefully, taking the ice cold glass of lemonade from her petite hand.
"When are you going to start calling me Amanda? Mrs. C sounds so...old." She said with a visible shudder.
"Yes Ma'am." I replied as I took a long drink and tried to slyly survey her thirty something body. She was just a bit shorter than my six foot frame, even in high heel sandals, and quite petite. I hadn't had a lot of experience in guessing measurements, but I figured she had about a thirty eight inch, D cup chest and maybe a twenty eight inch waist. I could see she was wearing a stark white bikini through the lacy cover she had on over it, and I was pretty sure that the dark areas on the front of her top were her areola showing, and not my imagination. I suddenly wondered what that suit would look like wet as I drank down the tall glass of lemonade. "Thank you, that was good!" I said as I handed her the glass back.
"My you were thirsty, weren't you? Feel free to come get more any time you want." She said as she turned and walked back toward the patio around the pool, her hips swaying suggestively as she walked in her high heels, her long blond ponytail swinging as much as her hips were.
"Damn!" I thought to myself as I watched her almost all the way back to the house, before turning back to my painting.
I watched her walk out of the patio door a few minutes later, a pitcher of lemonade in one hand and a basket in the other. She set both down on a small table on the patio and then slipped the lacy cover off, hanging it over the back of a lounge chair. She reached into the basket and then sat down on the chair, reclining back, her eyes hidden by a pair of large sunglasses. I tried to concentrate on my painting, but it was hard not to watch her as she began spreading tanning oil on her arms, working it into her skin and making it glisten in the sun. I had to admit that when she started on her legs, it was quite a turn-on to watch, and by the time she moved to her stomach and chest I had a huge hardon that my shorts were not doing a very good job of hiding.
"Mike! Can you come over here and help me a minute please?" Amanda called to me.
"Sure." I called back, hoping that I could will my hardon down before I got there. I bent over, setting my brush on the can and then headed to the patio as she lay the chair flat and rolled onto her stomach. "Yes ma'am?" I asked.
"Amanda! Remember?" she said sweetly. "Would you mind putting some oil on my back, I just can't reach there."
"Uh...sure." I answered, my dick jumping and trying to grow back to full mast, eventually succeeding in pushing the leg of my shorts out. I bent over and took the bottle she held out, and began to rub some into her back while she lay on her stomach. I was a bit embarrassed at how hard I was, and was sure that with her head facing me she couldn't help but see it.
"You can just untie the strings. No point in getting tan lines, is there?"
"Um, sure." I answered, as I tugged the small strings that held the top in place. I tossed the strings aside and returned to oiling her back, rubbing it in and taking a lot longer than was probably necessary . "All done!" I said, setting the bottle down on the ground.
"Ohhh that felt so nice. Thank you. Would you be a dear and go a little lower?" She asked , her voice soft and sweet.
"Um, I can't. I mean, not with your suit bottom on."
"Oh. Just go ahead and untie that too." She said, as innocent as if she were asking me to just put another coat of paint on a spot I might have missed.
"Uh sure." I answered, trying not to let the nervousness show in my voice. I pulled the strings on each side of her tiny bottom, but left the material sitting on her creamy ass. Pouring a little oil on my hand, I rubbed across the top of her round ass, working my fingers under the material as it lay on her.
"Just go ahead and push it down. The sun can't get to me with it covering me up anyway, can it?"
"Uh, I guess not." I answered as I lifted the material and let it fall in a pile between her legs, which she moved apart when she felt the material fall on her.
"Just tuck it down so it doesn't leave any tan marks, would you?" She asked as if it were nothing at all.
"Sure." I asked, tucking the material down between her legs and completely exposing her naked ass and now her pussy, to my view. My cock grew even harder in my shorts as I massaged the oil into her ass cheeks, working my fingers down and around each globe until the tips were brushing her pussy lips. I heard her take a sharp breath as one of my fingers slipped between her now oily pussy lips, dipping into her wetness.
"That was nice, thank you!" she answered as I took my hands off her bare ass.
"You're welcome." I answered, wishing I could go find a place to jack off; damn I was horny. I really wanted to just strip my shorts off , climb on top of her and slide into her pussy. But that would not be a good idea. "Hope your husband isn't upset with me for putting oil on you."
"Oh not to worry, he's out of town again for a few days." She said quietly. "But even if he weren't, why would he get upset at you for helping me out? We haven't done anything to be ashamed of, have we?"
"No, I guess not. I better get back to my painting." I said as I retreated before I did do something I would regret. I worked for the next hour, my cock staying hard the whole time and my eyes watching both my work and Amanda, especially when she rolled over to allow the sun to work on the front side of her body, which she didn't bother to cover in any way. She was laying completely naked on the chair when I decided to go get a better look. I walked over and filled my glass from the pitcher on the table, my eyes never leaving her round breasts, hard nipples and blond curly pubic hair.
"That looks good. Would you mind pouring me one?" Amanda asked as she lay on the chair as if she did this kind of thing every day.
"Sure." I said, filling my glass again and holding it out to her from where I stood at the foot of her chair. I thought maybe her eyes were closed, it took so long for her to reach for the glass, but she did eventually reach for it, little drips of condensation dripping onto her sun baked body.
"Ohhhhh that is chilly. I didn't realize how hot it was out here. I think we should cool off in the pool a few minutes before you go back to your painting.
