Arriving at work Mark appeared preoccupied. His brow furrowed with concentration and his blue eyes squinted against the sun. Assembling his work tools he walked from his van long, almost loping, strides. Beneath his overalls his body was muscled. His t-shirt was taut across his chest and his jeans hung loosely from narrow hips. Today was going to be hotter than yesterday and he wasn't looking forward to it. Hot or not he could not get away from wearing jeans under his overalls they hung open to low at the sides .All week the sun had been relentless but today the sky was pristine in its blueness and not a cloud crossed its expanse, making his job a hot and sweaty one. He might have to wear jeans but he made sure they were low slung on his trim hips and who says he had to wear anything underneath them.
Although not a large job in comparison to some he knew that it would take him a while to complete, his partner had gone to another job leaving him to carry on. Carrying his ladders round to the rear of the building he was aware of just how quiet it was. The birds were singing and water was flowing down the drain, although in the distance the odd sound of a car could be heard faintly. With the sound of the water was the realisation that his client was still at home taking a shower. For the last two days it appeared to him that she was watching him and he had felt uncomfortable with it. Her cat like green eyes followed him wherever he went.
Placing his ladders against the wall Mark let himself in. The back door was open and he was on strict instructions to help himself to a drink. This arrangement suited him, if he made his own drink he did not have to spend time around his client. Opening the fridge door he took out a cold bottle of water before shutting it again and going back outside to the patio.
Looking up at the house he caught a slight movement in one of the windows. She stood at the window her hair wrapped in a towel and her body encased in a cream silk wrap. From the way it clung to her Mark knew she was wearing nothing underneath her robe and his groin throbbed at the thought.
Looking quickly away and making a show of sorting out his equipment he hoped that she wouldn't watch him. He was used to woman's attention but there was something feral in the way she looked at him. When next he turned she had gone and he hoped it was for good her overt interest in him made him uneasy. She made him feel like a cats prey and he wasn't used to that. Finishing his drink he stood looking down at the garden. It was large and enclosed with a sweeping path that led around the pool to a pool house at the back. The pool looked inviting and he would have loved to plunge naked in its cooling depths. Perfectly manicured it could have been any garden in the neighbourhood. Although not a huge place by comparison to some he had worked in it still said money. He had worked here for a week and besides the gardener and housekeeper he had yet to see any other staff.
Climbing his ladder Mark looked at the window frame he had to paint. The window frame was a large one and from the décor beyond it appeared to be her bedroom, feminine but not girlie with a slight hint of untidiness. Clothes lay on the back of a chair waiting to be worn, makeup on the dresser and the wardrobe door ajar hinting at more clothes. Dangerously high shoes were discarded by the bed and the bedclothes appeared slightly ruffled as though someone had just got up. A discarded wrap was in a heap by the door.
If it was one thing Mark loved on a woman it was high heels and stockings with a hint of flesh at the top. The seam on the stockings went to places he wanted to follow. A cliché he knew but one that always worked for him. The thought of her wearing those heels sent his mind into overdrive and he could feel a familiar twitch in his trousers. He could feel himself getting aroused at the thought and that was not what he wanted. This woman was obviously dangerous to any mans peace of mind.
Mentally kicking himself he realised that he had left something at the bottom of the ladder, climbing down he went back to collect it. Climbing up again he found the curtains shut. Well almost, a slight crack just gave him a glimpse into the bedroom. Every now and again he saw her walk past. Her body was not the conventional type of long legs and a skinny frame. Instead it was petite, curvy and voluptuous with large breasts that bounced and swayed when she walked. Her hips moved like a sexy pendulum and her ass was rounded, peachy and firm. Wearing those heals he knew that it would jut out sexily. The twitch in his trousers was getting worse and he could feel himself getting harder. She was one hot woman he thought. With black hair, green eyes and full lips that promised nights made in heaven she was dynamite in a small package.
Brush in hand all pretence at painting was forgotten as he stood transfixed by the scene behind the curtains. Sitting in front of her mirror he could clearly see her in the reflection. Her rear perched neatly on the stool called to him and he ached to feel its flesh between his fingers. He could see her reflection in the mirror, her large breasts were inviting him to be kissed. The nipples, a dark shade of pink, were hard and protruded nicely. Carefully she applied makeup her arms brushing against her breasts causing them to harden even more. Every time she raised her arms they rose and fell seductively. Reaching into a draw she took out what looked like a scrap of material. Swivelling round on the seat she placed it around her waist and he realised it was a suspender belt. Her large breasts jiggled nicely has she moved and Mark watched transfixed at there movement. The nipples hardened nicely each time she bent over.
He had known she was dangerous for him from the start but he hadn't figured out why. Now he knew, he wanted her and everything about her, from the tip of her head to the paint on her toenails. She was going to be his.
She put on the suspender belt and then reached for the stockings draped over the back of a chair, the silk sliding easily up her legs. Her toes pointed sexily has she did first one leg then the other. Smoothing the silk down her legs she twisted and turned her feet, making sure the seams were straight. Standing up she bent over to remove tiny black panties from the draw. The matching bra did nothing to contain the creamy flesh which threatened to spill over, and Mark wished he could suck each nipple. He could just see them peaking invitingly over the material.
