"We've painted it three times, put a few layers of a good primer on it, and it still shows through," she explained as we stood in her living room.
I'm a contractor, specializing in remodeling older homes. This normally wasn't what I do, but it seemed like an easy job. Her kid had written on a section of the dining room wall using a black permanent marker. The wall was painted white, and the marker kept showing through the paint. It was a simple job of replacing half a wall of drywall and then painting the entire wall to match.
"Well, she is quite an artist," I pointed out. "Your daughter did a wonderful job."
She laughed and replied, "Yes, we laughed about it later that night, but when I first saw it I was not very happy."
I wrote her out an estimate and told her to let me know. It would take half a day to replace the drywall, and two more half-days to prime and do the painting. It was a small job, and I could do it myself, while my crew worked on a larger job.
I got the call from her later that day. The job was mine and they were ready anytime I could do it.
A few days later, I was knocking on her door at 9:30 a.m. When there was no response, I knocked again and rang the bell. I was headed back to my truck when the door opened.
"Sorry!" I could only see her head as she called out from the open door. "Come on in! I'm upstairs with the girls. I'll be right back down."
"Sure, no problem," I replied, but she had already disappeared back into the house. I grabbed my tools and headed on in.
As I set things up, I could hear her messing around with her daughters upstairs. Lots of delighted screams, giggles, and splashing. She was obviously bathing her kids. I smiled to myself and began my work on her wall. I had just made my first cut into the drywall when I heard her behind me.
"Sorry about that," she explained. "I couldn't leave the girls in the tub alone."
I was on my knees and I turned slightly to reply and the words caught in my throat.
She was standing there with a handful of wet towels. What took my words away was that she was wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a white t-shirt. The shirt was absolutely soaked. It was so transparent that it was clearly visible that she was not wearing a bra. I was staring at her right breast which was practically naked to my view.
"Uhh," I muttered. "No, umm, problem."
"Well, I'll let you get to work. As she turned to go, she dropped a towel on the floor and as she bent to pick it up, it offered me a nice view of her cleavage as well. When she stood back up, she absent-mindedly straightened her clothing. As she pulled her shirt tight, I got the perfect view of her wet breasts.
I think she finally noticed how wet and transparent her shirt was as she pulled it tight. She looked up at me and our eyes met for a second. I could almost see the twinkle in her eyes and a slight smile came across her lips as she turned to find her girls. I got a good view of her nice ass in a pair of Nike shorts as she moved away.
I continued my work, but I was constantly distracted by the sounds coming from the back of the house. I determined they must be in the Master bedroom because I could hear the occasional shout, giggle, and the blow drier coming off and on. I just kept imagining those spectacular breasts.
Around 10:30 a.m. as I was on my knees in the dining room, I heard a rumbling vehicle approach. A day-school bus had pulled up in front of the house. I didn't even have time to turn to see before those kids had bolted out of the front door and ran to the bus. Their Mom stood in the open doorway as they loaded onto the bus. She was wearing a long pink t-shirt but it still just barely covered her.
I heard her behind me closing the door and then turning the lock.
"They wear me out every morning," she said as she joined me. "Sometimes we don't make the bus in time."
"Yeah, I'm glad mine are old enough to drive themselves to school. You know what they say, don't blink." I told her. I placed the drywall in place and put a few screws in.
"Yeah, "she replied softly. "So what more do you have to do?"
"I just need to get these in place, then tape and float them," I replied.
"Okay. I'm going to make some coffee, would you like a cup?" she asked.
"That would be nice," I said as I turned to thank her.
Well, it was meant to thank her, but my throat clogged up when I was talking because at that point she had turned around to leave the room. The pink t-shirt she was wearing rose up with the action of her hips and I was given a shot of her lower ass cheeks! Amazing! In just that brief second I took it all in. Flawless, soft and smooth. I couldn't tell if she was wearing a thong or nothing at all, but damn, it was a sight to see!
I wanted to follow her into the kitchen and watch as she made the coffee, but I kept to my business and finished hanging drywall. All the while I was imagining her bending over and looking through cabinets, stretching up on her tiptoes to reach a mug. You get the picture.
Finally, the drywall was in place. All I needed to do now was start spackling, papering, and smoothing out the joints. I was putting all of this together when she returned.
"Here ya go!" She said as she sat the coffee on the dining room table. The shirt didn't gap open any as she leaned over, but I swear I could see a bit of jiggle as her breasts moved. I felt myself getting hard.
She sat down in a dining chair we'd moved out of the way. She pulled one leg up and put a foot in the chair. Her foot and leg blocked her crotch, but I could see her bare lower thigh completely!
"So, "I stammered, "um, what do you do during the day with the kids gone?"
She smiled. "This is my free time! I can do anything I want. This is my time to be me and not Mommy or the Wife."
"Does that include teasing the repairman," I asked her with raised eyebrows.
"Whaaaat?" She drawled out with a smile. "Little ole me? Would I do that? Excuse me sir, but I am a lady!"
"A very sexy lady that I can tell loves to tease the repairmen," I taunted back.
"I have been falsely accused," she responded. "We don't know yet if I'm going to tease you or not. Besides, this is my time now and you're not usually here."
"Oh?" I shot back. "So if I wasn't here..." I left that thought open.
"If you weren't here right now," she began. "Let's see... I know! Let me just go about my normal routine and we'll see if I'm a tease or not."
"Okay," I replied. "I'll just try and keep working."
We both laughed at that.
She met my eyes and smiled. I could see a ton of mischievousness in those eyes. She reached over and put her coffee cup on the table and stood up.
"Normally, I lose what I'm wearing as soon as the girls are on the bus." She said with a smirk. "One day my parents were visiting and I completely forgot they were upstairs. As soon as I closed the front door, I did this out of habit."
She quickly reached down and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it over her head. Totally naked, she tossed it onto the table.
She was amazing. Totally nude. Luscious skin, a bit pale from winter. Shaved pussy. Breasts just large enough to want to bury my face in. Light pink nipples just aching for my lips.
"So what happened?" I asked as I unconsciously rubbed the growing lump in my jeans.
"I did what I always do." She responded. "I want straight for my vibrator and laptop."
Now, please picture the scene in your head. The woman is totally nude and standing in front of me just carrying on a conversation. Her nipples are growing stiff and her breasts are rising and falling as her breathing increases.
"So there I was," she said softly and slowly, baiting me to listen, "naked on the sofa. I had one leg up on the pillows, the other spread wide and toes touching the floor. I was watching some nasty Daddy/daughter videos and pinching my nipples. Just as the scene changed where the girl walks in on Daddy in the shower, and just as I'm about to hit my clit for a quick one, I heard my Dad talking upstairs!"
"Oh, wow! Your Dad caught you?" I asked with a bit of longing to the question. I was hoping.
She put the tip of her finger to her lower lip and grinned, "Oh, you'd have liked for that to happen?"
"Well..." I replied.
She glanced down at my crotch. "You're hard now, aren't you? Is this getting to you?"
