The sodium light on the temporary power pole cast a harsh yellow light against the house and through the framed windows. Jack pulled onto the gravel pad and got out of his truck to check the site before driving home. The muggy night air soaked his shirt within seconds. He pulled it over his head and wiped the sweat from his face before tucking the sodden shirt into the back waist of his shorts. Within seconds his chest glistened with a new coating of sweat.
He walked around the perimeter and noted the piles of wood were unmolested and the porta john hadn't been tipped over; as it had two nights previously. As he strode down the dark side, away from the light, a silhouette passed in front of the light shining into the house catching his attention. He walked to the window opening and looked in. He saw nothing, but sensed something or someone was in the house.
He crossed to his truck and grabbed his tool belt and 4 cell flashlight from the door pocket. The hammer and flat bar were as close to weapons as he had. Then he strode onto the porch and, instead of ducking under the bar across the door, stepped through what would be the 6' picture window in the front room of the home he was building. He hefted the light. It would be a good weapon, as well as a light. Settling himself against the wall and out of the light from the pole outside, he shouted, "Who's here?"
He didn't so much expect a response as he was giving an intruder time to use a different window as an exit. With no wallboard, the inside of the house was a forest of skinny trees spaced unnaturally, 16" apart. He clicked his flashlight on and swept the house from one wall to the other. Nothing. He listened for a few seconds and stepped out of the shadow of the front wall to give the house a quick search.
He slowly walked the long central hallway sweeping the beam of his light, like a search light, through every room. As he swept the bathroom in the back and walked in to check the tub he heard a rustle behind him and quickly turned to scan the master suite in the other corner. He saw nothing but sub-flooring and the legs of his saw horses until the beam landed on a crumpled pile of cloth. He raised the beam and caught the face of a woman cowering in the far corner; eyes filled with fear.
"Miss Willing?" He recognized the deep red hair and round face as the woman who had contracted with him to build the house. They had always met at his office, or construction trailer at another site and she always wore business attire. She was a marketing executive for a large furniture company. "Is that you?"
"Who are you? I can't see with the light in my eyes."
"Step into the light from the window, please. It's Jack. What the hell are you doing here at 1am?"
The woman struggled to her feet. She was barefoot and dressed only in a long T. He could see that she had no bra on when her nipples moved in different directions as she stood. "Oh, thank heaven. I didn't know who was prowling around."
"I would use the word 'prowling' carefully, Ms Willing. Since you're the one I found in the house."
He heard her giggle. "It's Justine, Jack. Call me 'Just'. And, guilty, I suppose." She giggled, "Just guilty, funny."
His light swept from her bare feet up the long legs he had only imagined to be within the slacks she always wore and up the length of the long white T. He paused at her tits long enough to view the printing on the shirt "Be kind to animals" and in smaller print "pet my kitty". Then he stopped at her throat to throw light on her face but not in her eyes. "You still haven't told me why you're here."
Her eyes sparkled, but they weren't looking at his face. She was looking at his bare chest and legs and her lips parted slightly. He saw her tongue rubbing the edge of her upper teeth. "I, uh. Oh, The power at my apartment is out and it's hot as hell. So, I grabbed a blanket, sheet and pillow and thought I'd camp out in my new bedroom. I didn't expect to be found out." Her eyes fell to the floor. "Sorry."
He lowered the light and took her hand, leading her into the light from the outside. "You know that it's not really safe here at night. I mean it's a good neighborhood, but construction sites attract all manner of people."
She toyed with the hem of her shirt, bunching and unbunching it as she looked at him. Then, she tilted her head, cocked a knee and smiled. "I guess I didn't think about that. Besides, I didn't know I'd be discovered by such a handsome night watchman."
Jack saw the dampness spread down her neck and soak the T. Her neck and arms showed tiny beads of sweat. "Okay, I guess. It is your land, so I guess you can stay here. You going to be safe enough?
"I'd be safer if you stayed." Her voice was huskier and she arched her back enough to pull the shirt tight over her erect nipples. She walked over and put one hand on the back of his neck. The other reached down pulled his hammer from his belt. She gently stroked the handle of the tool and then slipped it between her legs pulling it back and forth for a moment. She replaced it in the the loop and then she leaned in and nipped his ear lobe as she whispered, "What other tools do you have, Jack?"
He took a deep breath as her nipples, barely contained by the rapidly dampening shirt, poked against his chest. "Holy fuck, Justine."
Her hands stroked his chest. "Exactly. Take off the tool belt, Jack" she whispered as her hands drifted down to slip beneath the hem of his shorts and caress the crease of his ass.
He felt his cock jerk in response. He unclipped the belt and let it fall behind him. Justine slipped the T over her head. Jack gasped and reached out to cup her firm tits. She almost purred as he did pushing forward against his hands, her nipples hardening instantly. He saw that she had on only the skimpiest of thongs. After a moment of allowing him to grope and fondle her, she stepped back and wadded the shirt up to serve as a pad. Then, she knelt on her shirt and reached for his belt.
In a fluid practiced motion, she unbuckled his belt, popped the snap and unzipped his shorts. Her hands went to his waist and pushed briefs and shorts over his hips, pausing briefly as they caught on his rapidly hardening erection. Then, they fell to his boots. She smiled and looked up at him, eyes twinkling. "Oh, nice tool, Jack." She reached down and helped him step out of his shorts. Justine, then, quickly, cupped his balls in her hand and enclosed the entire length of his cock in her mouth.
"Oh, God!"
She held him deep in her throat for a moment and then slowly let him out. She held the tip of his rod in her mouth and slowly jerked him off with two fingers encircling his hot hard pole. She sucked him back in and he moaned in response; his hands resting on the top of her head as she gave him a thirty second face fuck.
