TRICK OR TREAT
Josh waved to her as he slowed to a stop on Suzanne's driveway. She was expecting him, his company Templeton Homecare always dealing with routine electrical, plumbing services, and even some cosmetic construction work for customers, and that she had asked him to quote for and to then undertake.
"You're right on time, Josh!" she called out, feeling uncommonly pleased to see him. He had given his apologies when he had telephoned two nights ago to rearrange his day with her. "You kept your word!"
The young man whom she gazed at, dressed as he was in light brown dungarees and with a cream T-shirt underneath, was an attentive man and good company, always chattering to her in response to what she had to say, whenever he allowed her to engage him in conversation as he worked. At other times she would be in another part of the house but would come along into the room and seek his company.
He waved a hand in greeting before he took his iPad from the passenger seat of his newly acquired van. The business was on the up and he, a sole trader, could be choosy about whom he worked for.
The woman that he gazed at through the windscreen was one of them, and there was no sense in denying the fact that his mother's friend was getting to him. Contacts were everything in business, he was learning that only too quickly, but Suzanne Baker was someone he thought of as an only too desirable woman first, then as a customer.
It sure helped that they got along and that the formalities of a customer and tradesman relationship could be dispensed with. They chatted easily enough; she sometimes kept him talking for longer than his day's programme allowed but he wasn't about to deny that she got to him in ways that even his long-time girlfriend, Donna, live in and clever, could not do.
Inexplicably, given their age difference, Suzanne made him feel horny and he sensed that he got under her skin too; that he had a place in her thoughts when they talked, and she would look back at him with those wonderful blue-grey eyes. Now, he saw her in a jersey dress with a floaty hem and billowy sleeves, her slender legs lightly tanned and the green pattern of her dress rebellious but suiting her, nonetheless.
Suzanne waited for him and watched as he carried a heavy toolbox up the path and then the three steps that led up to the terrace that the front door opened onto.
"Here, let me take that from you, at least," she said, reaching for his iPad that he clutched clumsily under one arm.
"Okay, thanks."
She followed him into the echoing living room that was swept clean. What would be concealed downlighters hung from the freshly painted ceiling, the coving lending the room an expensive look and every joint neatly filled and sanded smooth. Josh had done it all and when he had stayed late, one afternoon, to finish things off.
"The dirty work is out of the way so it's final fix time and testing. I won't be calling in for much longer."
"That's a shame, I like having our chats...and knowing you're around." She watched him set out the tools needed for the remaining jobs before he erected the short stepladder that had been left behind days before.
"You shouldn't let it mean so much," he said in reply to that confession and after a moment's pause. Despite what he had just told her, he was in no rush, and seeing how she was dressed, he wanted something special to be a reminder of his times with her.
"Well, it does!"
He heard the brittleness in her voice and smiled to reassure her that he wasn't bothered by how she had spoken. A few items of equipment were taken from a heavy box that he had put down on the bare concrete floor of her newly created open-plan living room and kitchen area. The layout of her house had been changed and the work had tested him; it had drawn upon all of his skills but it was a success and he had kept within budget.
"Okay," he said easily, "I'll miss being her too. Now, I've got some work to do..."
"And I'll clean up after you, wipe down the kitchen surfaces while I'm about it, and get ready to move in properly." She brushed back her hair and saw that he was following her every move. "Work, you said?"
She had given him a coquettish smile before he turned away and began to work quickly, the step ladder scraping over the floor, the sound making her cover her ears.
"Sorry I did that," he said, giving her a moment's lingering look. The hem of Suzanne's dress had lifted as she put her hands to her ears. He saw that Suzanne's thighs had no real muscle tone but he liked their smoothness and the soft glow of health.
"No checking out the boss. Yet." She said it on a broad grin and Josh raised his hands in mock apology before resuming his work.
He didn't miss the opportunity to glance her way, shifting the step ladder soundlessly so that she didn't notice his behaviour. The work was coming to an end. If he worked on, uninterrupted and not glancing her way, he'd be done in an hour or so. But, he wanted some 'downtime' with the woman who stood almost up to his shoulder. Suzanne's decision to wear a dress, and not the slacks and blouses, or T-shirts, he often saw her wearing, only engaged him further.
She'd been divorced for some time and his mother had once said about her that
'once burned so never again'.
In slacks and blouse, she'd revealed a shapely hourglass figure, full-breasted and slender-legged. Donna brought enough to his touch, but he could not deny that Suzanne's breasts were full and rounded and gravity had defied the passing years. She couldn't be thought of as
'hot'
, but she sure was desirable.
But it was her thoughtful, even wondering gaze on him and when they stopped to talk over a soft drink, or a coffee, that had taken a hold in him. She was no raving beauty. Not anymore, but her bubbly personality was also a cover for the undoubted loneliness that she felt and that his mother's words made him acutely aware of.
"How are you getting on, Suzi?" he called out to her and she turned to look his way.
"Watch out, Josh! Look what you're doing!"
His interest in her had made him lose focus on how he stepped off the short ladder. He stumbled, stifling a curse as he did so, before he fell onto the concrete floor, his pliers and a screwdriver skittering away.
"Josh, are you okay?" She asked it as a hand was held out to him. She did it instinctively, suddenly wrapped up in what had happened and with him.
"Yes, I'm fine, and I'm glad that you asked, Suzy. You look so darned good today. I...I had to look at you and now to tell you that."
"I wanted to hear you say it," she replied, after taking in what Josh had confessed to, and knelt by his side.
She always dressed to avoid looking old and frumpy, but as lively and as fashionable as she dared for a woman of her age. She didn't want others to think that she was overdoing it, of trying too hard, but there still burned the hope that a man would take notice of her and follow through on that interest.
That man was Josh and his compliment had touched her. Now, one of his hands brushed her thigh, just above the knee. She gripped it before guiding him in the first caress that he had offered to her after all the time they had spent together and in the years that she had been friends with his mother, Jacqueline.
"I want to be with you, only differently," he not told her.
"And I've wanted to hear you say that." She moved in expectation of being kissed, but Josh reached out and pulled her to him, their mouths crashing against each other and their lips soon parting as fiery kisses were sought and responded to. "Be with me...I'll go and lock the door!"
They only reached the kitchen area and Josh wondered if he should follow her in the direction of the main bedroom. He wanted the woman, here and now, and unbuckled the straps of his dungarees, the front soon flopping down to reveal his broad, toned, chest that was shaped by his taut T-shirt.
Kissing deeply, and open-mouthed, they stepped over to the breakfast bar, Josh not breaking their kisses nor his one-handed clasp on her bum as he reached back and pulled a padded bar stool from under the breakfast bar. Josh was unashamed and brazen in his actions.
He simply waited for her and sat on a kitchen bar stool with his dungarees and pants around his ankles, covering his work shoes. She soon took in the aroused state of his penis and the weight of his sac, so big and heavy His balls shaped the wrinkled skin and she grasped it, stroking a hand over his long, veined shaft as she rolled them in one of her slender fingered hands.
'I...I just need to lose this with you.'
She heard Josh groan as he confessed to what he wanted and she decided to oblige him, here in her kitchen.
"And then in the bedroom where you can see to me," Karen said in reply and only too directly. She stared him down and Josh nodded.
