Friday started like any other. The boss called to see if I was on my way to the site yet. While he was giving me a rundown on the days job and telling me not to fuck up anything at this rich pricks house, my mind wasn't on carpentry work, it was off thinking about Friday night and the fact that I really needed to get laid. It had been a long time since I had had sex with anything that I didn't also use to type, write, or swing a hammer.
I pulled into the neighborhood at 8:00 am on the dot. Monstrous houses with golf course lawns, Beamers and Mercedes Benzes in every driveway. "Rich fuckers!" is all I could think as I drove my beat up old work truck along while I looked for the address.
As I pulled up to the house I thought to myself, "I hope this isn't going to be one of those jobs that takes twice as long as it should because some ass hole insists that they know a better way to do the job that they hired ME to do. That would be my usual luck on a Friday. I need to put up crown molding in two rooms, then I am outa here to catch a buzz and find a naughty girl who wants to make sure I still need a hammer to pound nails come Monday.
My last thought put a grin on my face as I walked to the door and rang the bell. After a minute I heard approaching feet on the other side of the door. The knob turned and the door swung open to reveal a woman about 28 to 30, 5'10'', with long curly red hair that fell just over her shoulders. She was barefoot, wearing a black sports bra and dark green spandex shorts that showed off an awesome looking ass. Her eyes were this jade kind of green and seeing her was like a total brain wash.
I had to concentrate. "who am I? Why am I here?…" Before I could get my brain back on-line enough to form a sentence she said, "Hi, are you the carpenter?" I managed to spit out the words yes ma'am as the wheels slowly started turning again. "Well, come on in and I'll show you where I need work done." She turned and walked inside leaving the door open for me to follow. My eyes were fixed to that glorious butt in her tight shorts. I couldn't look at anything else, try as I might.
"Guest room first, then…" trailing off, she turned and gave me an eye full again as she walked on to the master bedroom. As we walked through the door my imagination was running away with thoughts of her fucking me, and my throbbing cock was on the verge of making a tent out of my wranglers. . "I'll let you get started. Let me know if you need me for anything." I was thinking of a few things I could mention but she didn't strike me as the kind of girl to do those things with a working class man. "Look at this place," I thought, "that's some high dollar coochie walking down that hall, you better just get to work now. She can be your fantasy tonight while you're banging some bar skank."
Returning to reality it dawned on me that I had been so fixated on her ass that I had no idea how to get outside again. As she made the opposite end of the hall I called out, "Whoa! This is such a big place that I got all turned around in here. How do I get to the door again?" She laughed at me and motioned for me to follow her. I wondered if she knew that I had been watching her tight ass so intently that I really had no clue where I'd been, or if she just thought I just was normally clueless. Who cares, it was a sexy laugh.
She guided me back to the door and I proceeded to setup my saws outside and get to work. The guest room was going quickly. I noticed she was in a study that I passed each time that I had to make a cut. Through the French doors I could see that she was typing away on a computer, occasionally I thought I saw her watching me out of the corner of my eye. I figured it was my sex starved imagination still screwing with my brain and my poor swollen cock.
An hour later I was done with the guest room when I noticed she wasn't at her computer any more. I hadn't actually seen her in quite a while. Where had my red haired goddess gone?
I went on to the master bedroom and when I walked through the door I heard the unmistakable trickling sound of a shower. The door to the bathroom was ajar about six inches and I was instantly rock hard from the thought of her wet naked body just on the other side of that partly open door. My heart pounded like a basketball on pavement at the thought of risking a peek around the door. If she sees me I'm definitely fired, the cops will probably get called, and in this town I'd probably get hauled to jail because you don't get to screw with the good people and get away with it.
I stood there for a minute, heart pounding, listening, wishing I could be the drops of water that were cascading over every inch of her. I found myself rubbing my massive hard on through my jeans. I had to get a look. She knew I was working in here next. My God she had to realize that the door wasn't closed! Does she want me; is she rushing to get a shower before I start in here; or is she trying to fuck with my head? I could always play it off if she caught me… Right?
I walked to the door and peeked past it. My cock tightened and for a second I thought I might just cum in my jeans. She was bent over ass facing the shower door getting herself off with the shower massager. I started stoking my cock through my jeans as I watched her. I wanted to push the door open and go help her finish the job right. Just then she started to straiten up and I must have jumped half way across the room to keep her from spotting me. Now I was so horny I had to get off. She was eventually coming through that door and my hard on was not going away with out some help.
I walked out of the room down the hall to a bathroom, rubbing my swollen cock the whole way. I swung the door with my knee as I ran down my zipper with my free hand. I pulled my throbbing cock out of my pants and franticly jacked myself off. In a mater of minutes I shot my load all over the sink. Quickly I cleaned up. Then I flushed the toilet incase she was out of the shower and had noticed I was in there. Then I saw it. Shit! The door had been opened a crack the whole time! I'm sure I would have heard her if she had come down the hall.
I went back to the master bedroom still tingling from the adrenaline and testosterone that were coursing through my veins. Humidity and the sexy smell of girly shampoo and body wash filled the air in the room. It was silent. She was gone.
Oh shit. If she caught me I am so ruined… cops, newspapers, sex offenders lists… I'll never work again! I need to get done and get the fuck out of here now! I flew through the rest of the job, all the while my imagination incessantly repeating, "SIR, step down from the ladder and face the wall…"