It was the summer of 1979 and I was 15. We had a swimming pool and our family had friends that used to come by and use it quite often. It was an open door thing (or open side gate and help yourself). One of these friends was Sue who was a very confident and buxom woman. When I say buxom, I mean she was a big woman maybe 5'8", 170 pounds with an exaggerated hourglass figure. I was mesmerized by her huge breasts. She was in her mid-forties, married, and had children my age and overtly flirty. Well I was just coming of age so my thoughts were everywhere. Sue had a pair of French exchange students, Fransquois and Catharina, staying with her and her husband and I always wondered if there was more to it.
On this particular day, everyone had pretty much had enough of the water and sun and decided to start moving into the house. Everyone that is, with the exception for Fransquois. I was at the kitchen sink and saw her leave the pool and begin to remove her bathing suit top. Now Fransquois was not a busty woman, but she was French and I was 15 and, well, I was staring out the window as she removed the small piece of material and revealed her naked chest to me briefly before putting on a white t-shirt. My God! Did I see what I just saw? Wow! LITTLE DID I KNOW, Sue had walked into the kitchen and witnessed my gawking. She responded with, "If you want to see some real boobs, just ask me." That stuck with me forever. "Just ask?" I thought to myself.
Ten years passed by and I had become a roofing contractor doing good, not great, but good. I got a call from Sue's husband asking if I'd be interested re-roofing their holiday home in the mountains. I could stay there whilst working on the roof, as well, which would save a ton in petrol as the house was 2 hours away. I made plans to go up on the Friday night, stay the night and measure the roof for materials the next day and drive back home. I could order the materials Monday and have it delivered the following Thursday, work the next three days and be done.
I phoned Sue's husband on the way and told him of my plans. He said that would be great and told me where the spare key was hidden and to help myself to anything there. Great! Pulling into the little town I spotted a little general store that had everything I needed for an overnight alone. I picked up some beer, milk, eggs and a steak. That was all I needed, dinner that night and breakfast, measure up the roof and head back down the hill. It wasn't for an entire weekend, just an overnight escape. I'd be home by noon the next day.
I pulled into the drive of the A-frame house, right at dusk. Not a moment too soon as the darkness falls quickly in the mountains. Under the third brick to the right of the planter rested the hidden key. I unlocked the door flipped the switch and shut the door behind me. I turned on some table lamps, set my bag down and was drawn to the glass sliding door, which lead to the rear balcony. No, this wasn't a chalet or million dollar home, just a 2 bedroom 1 bath holiday home in the mountains with a fantastic view. Another bonus was the privacy. I thought I was heaven.
Although I was alone, I moved into the guest room to put my bag away and check out the full sized four poster bed. It didn't seem right to sleep in Sue and her husband's bed. That's what a guest room is for, right? I put my groceries in the kitchen and cracked open a beer. I felt relaxed. I needed this, too. The month or so leading up to this night was full of stress and I really did need to escape, even if only for the night. No phone signal also meant no one was able to contact me.
I had a shower, cooked the steak and finished my third beer. After washing up, I looked to find a half gallon of Smirnoff. Sue and her husband liked their Vodka & OJ. I poured some vodka straight up in a glass with ice and headed for the shower. Well, the light dinner, altitude, hot water from the shower and vodka went straight to my head. I dried off and stumbled to the guest room and crashed on top of the covers.
The next morning, I awoke about 9AM. The fresh air was so comforting; I slept in a bit and didn't feel bad in the slightest. Still naked, I walked out into the living room and through the sliding door to the balcony. No one around for miles, all I could see were tree tops. All I could hear was the wind and the sound of birds screeching or singing. And I felt wonderful. No hangover and standing out there completely nude, the exhibitionist in me was thoroughly enjoying this. My morning erection was enjoying it, too. I couldn't help but give it a few lazy strokes, just because I could and no one could see me. I walked back to the kitchen to put the coffee pot on when I heard keys being inserted into the front door. In a panic, I ran to the guest room just as the front door opened.
"Richard?" I heard from the open door. And then the door shut. "Richard? Where are you honey?"
It was Sue. I couldn't believe it. I pulled open the covers and slid into bed to hide my nakedness, though I could see a tent pole remained underneath.
I heard the sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she popped her head in the open guest room door. "There you are. I'm sorry, did I wake you? It's after nine, I figured you would be up on the roof by now." There stood Sue. Still looking as sexy as I could remember wearing some black tight stretchy pants that hugged her figure, a white sleeveless blouse that plunged to reveal 3"-4" of cleavage from that black bra she wore underneath. Her short auburn hair and red lipstick always made her look terribly sexy to me. Yes she was in her mid-fifties, maybe 30 years older than I, but I lusted for her ever since she said she would show me her tits if I ever asked.
I rubbed my eyes to give the illusion that I had in deed just woken up. "Hi Sue. Its okay, I didn't set the alarm last night. I think with the long drive, thin air and all, I was bushed and went straight to sleep after my shower. The house looks great, thanks for letting me stay for the night"
"Of course, where do you think we'd have you stay? We appreciate you helping us out with the roof. I hear you're returning next week to install the new one, right?"
"Yes," I answered, "that's right." Glancing down, I noticed my erection had subsided only just. Hopefully Sue hadn't noticed. "I didn't know you were coming up this weekend or I would've made it another time."
"Don't be silly Richard, we're glad you came up last night. I came up to meet with a girlfriend who called me last night and wanted to catch up this weekend. My husband told me you were coming up to measure the roof and were staying the night. I didn't want to disturb your evening, so I came up this morning. I have some spring cleaning to do anyway. Have you eaten yet?"
"No, I haven't" I replied. "I just woke up."
Sue's eyes moved down to my subsiding tent pole and turned to the kitchen. "I'll put on the coffee then. I see you brought some eggs and things. I have some sausages in the freezer." The walk to the kitchen was a straight shot, meaning I had a great view of her big bottom as she walked to the cupboard to retrieve the coffee and that she had a great view of me if she merely turned around. God, the thought of that brought life back to my cock and it became as hard as it had ever been that morning.
As Sue hummed a song rather loudly, I searched for my clothes and overnight bag. My bag was on the dresser next to the door and my clothes were... where were they? I remembered I left them in the bathroom when I undressed for a shower last night. In order to get to the bathroom, I had to cross the living room, which was part of the main living area that the kitchen and dining room were also a part of. It was an open plan sort of lay out. So forget the clothes from last night, I'll just grab my bag. I pulled the covers over slowly and swung my legs around and set my feet on the floor. My cock was still rock hard and pointing to the ceiling. I looked over at Sue to see her start to fill the pot with water. Knowing I had a few seconds of time while she focused on the faucet and pot, I quietly stepped over and took the bag by the handle and backed to the near corner of the room. I opened the bag and rummaged through and pulled out a pair of shorts, dropped the bag and hopped on one foot and then the next whilst putting my legs through the openings and then pulled them up and over my erection and buttoned and zipped and I was done. Safe. As I breathed a sigh of relief, I looked at the bed and my eyes continued up to the mirror above the headboard and the image I saw in it was Sue, facing me, but looking down as she dropped sausages into a pan on the kitchen island. She wasn't looking at me, but she could've whilst I battled to get covered up, without my even noticing.
Since I didn't know whether she saw me naked or not, I just grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over my head and carried on. As I made the bed and Sue prepared breakfast, she continued to hum and sing and make me fully aware of her presence. As I walked into the kitchen area, Sue handed me a cup of coffee and asked if I was hungry.
"Not overly hungry, but I know I must eat something"
"Well," replied Sue, "would you rather go measure the roof now while it's still relatively cool out? The sausages will be done in a few minutes, I can hold off on the eggs and cook them when you come back down."
"That's actually a great idea. It shouldn't take but maybe 20 minutes or so. Is that okay with you?"
Sue smiled and said, "That's perfect. You go on up and I'll get started on the cleaning. We'll eat when you finish."
I found my shoes, put them on and walked outside to my truck to get my ladder. The roof was a simple A-frame with a 6:12 pitch. There was a gable at the front and rear and a chimney. As far as roofs go, they didn't come any simpler. I drew my sketch, took some measurements and transferred them to my notes. A general inspection showed nothing significantly wrong with the roof except age. I put my ladder back on the rack and bungeed it down, and sat on the driver's side to do a quick tabulation. 22 squares of roofing, 2 bundles of hip & ridge, 220' drip edge, a box of nails and roof flashing for the chimney and vents. I was, in fact, done in near enough 20 minutes.
I brushed myself off and walked back into the house. The smell of sausages and coffee filled the air. And, of course, there was that immediate view when you walk in the front of the sliding glass door straight ahead out the back. It was pretty stunning for a little holiday/weekend house.
"You never touched your coffee Richard, so I warmed it up when I heard you come down off the roof." Sue handed me the cup and our hands touched for a brief moment as I took the hot cup from her. It would've meant nothing to her, I'm sure, but to me, well, I was the 15 year old boy again who found himself always staring at this woman's huge bust.
"How do you like your eggs, hon?" Sue said to break the trance.
"Um, whichever you prefer," I responded meekly, almost subserviently.
