The roof on my son's backyard clubhouse needed to be replaced. The boards were rotting or warped, and just looked plain terrible. Our neighborhood of closely packed houses sure didn't need to see that ugly roof poking over the fence.
We'd had a lot of rain lately, especially on the weekends. The rain, of course, sure helped out the rotting and warping of the clubhouse roof, but it also ruined my chances of getting any work done on it.
So there I was, taking a day off from work on a Wednesday, just to repair the roof. I didn't mind at all. The sun had finally come out and the sky was a perfect blue. There wasn't a cloud in sight.
I climbed up into the clubhouse and started removing the boards around 9 a.m. The clubhouse was one of those pre-fabricated kits with a slide, climbing tower and swing set attached to the side. The "house" part was a good six feet in the air, placing the roof about 12 feet high.
It took a lot of banging and use of a crowbar bar to remove the roof. About an hour later, with the sun really high in the sky, I began cutting the boards for the new roof.
The circular saw cut a high pitched whine through the morning air as I cut the wood to fit. Finally, I had everything I needed. I tossed the boards up into the clubhouse and put the ladder into place. It was hot, so I removed my shirt.
Once up on the ladder, I had a bird's eye view of the houses around mine. It was kind of strange to see the neighborhood when everyone is at work. All of the carefully manicured yards were empty for me to view. I admired their lawn and gardens for a few minutes and then turned my mind back to my work.
After hammering in the first three boards, I was surprised to hear the back door of the house to my right open and close. I had assumed that everyone was at work. I looked over, expecting to say hello to Kevin that lived next door, but to my surprise it was his wife, Stacey.
Stacey.
Stacey with the long brunette hair.
Stacey with the "girl next door" looks.
Stacey in a bikini.
Stacey in a blue bikini with a smile that brightened up the whole world. The same Stacey I had admired over the years as she jogged through the neighborhood, washed her car in the driveway, and weeded the flower beds. The same Stacey that was now staring at me with a curious smile on her face. "Hi Jim..." she said with a smirk. I had been caught staring.
Oh yeah. I had been staring. Somewhere back in my mind I knew what I was doing, and I still couldn't stop myself. Her voice brought me out of my stupor.
"Hi Jim," she had said. I've never heard anything sound so sweet.
I slowly recovered, but that didn't mean I wasn't a man.
"Wow!" I heard come from my mouth. "You look incredible."
Did I just say that? I'm standing on a ladder, high in the air, staring at my gorgeous neighbor and I tell her how hot she looks? I was expecting her to....oh hell, I don't know what I expected, but I didn't think it would go the way it did.
"Thanks!" Stacey said with a flash of that perfect smile. Then, oh my...then she spun around to show me the entire view.
I nearly fell off the ladder.
No, it wasn't a thong. But it was a string bikini and it showcased a perfect female body.
Stacey isn't some young supermodel. She's a regular woman. She's in her mid-thirties I guess and she's filling out into a real woman. Still, she has the perfect attitude on life and she's comfortable with her body. I'd have to say she's more than comfortable.
"What do you think?" She asked.
"Looks fine, " I said as I reached down unconsciously to adjust my stiffening cock.
"Wait!" my mind screamed in my head, "don't grab your dick!" Too late of a warning.
Stacey gave me a knowing smile as she watched me squeeze my cock through my jeans. "Well, I guess you like it a lot! I'll take that as a complement." She laughed.
"Uhhhhh," I stammered out, "I'm sorry. It's just that.....Ummmm."
Stacey walked over until she was so close to the fence that all I could see was her face. She looked up at me and said, "That's all right, Jim. It's nice to know I have that effect on men."
She looked me right in the eye as her shoulders dipped down. I couldn't see what she was doing, but she soon stood back up and then whispered softly, "In fact, you can look at me all you want."
Stacey reached up with her hand and placed her bikini top on the fence. "I'm going to go lay out for awhile. Have fun working." She turned and walked back over to the lawn where she had spread out a blanket.
I nearly fell off the ladder again, only this time it was because my cock was hard and pressing against the wall of the clubhouse. One good throb and it would knock me backwards.
I watched her walk away from me. Smooth bare skin with brown hair flowing down her back. She teasingly lay down on her stomach, denying me a view of her breasts.
I continued staring.
"You're not working!" she called out, shaking me from my perfect world of just watching her lay there.
I went back to work, but with one eye on the boards and one eye on Stacey, I was not the best of carpenters. My nails kept getting bent, or I'd miss them altogether. Finally, I put the last board in place and was finished.
"Are you finished?" I heard her ask as the sounds of my last bit of hammering died away.
"Yeah," I answered. "I'm done."