I work with a woman named Dana. Gorgeous! Close to six feet tall. Long blonde hair that ran down to the middle of her back and wrapped around a thin, friendly face. Piercing blue eyes and ruby red lips. Her curves would make a great road course. 36-24-34. Long, long legs. And every inch tanned to perfection. Her smile and laugh lit up any room when you were lucky enough to be there. She was also painfully shy. She was a wallflower. You could usually find her standing next to a wall unless she was in a very small group of very good friends. Once you cracked through that wall, you found the true Dana. She was also, for lack of a better term, a people pleaser. Not so much because she wanted to do whatever was asked of her, but because she didn't like conflict of any kind. I never saw her say no to anyone.
And dumber than a box of rocks.
I was one of the few males that had managed to break through that wall and get to know her. At least a little. I was easily 15 years her senior. She'd never been married as far as I knew. Heck, for all I knew, she'd never had a boyfriend. She'd traveled the world with her parents as a child. We would chat and small talk. Occasionally we would come as close to playfully flirting with each other without flirting. I think she felt safe with me because of our age difference.
A couple of weeks ago she asked my son and I to install some flooring in the home she had just purchased. That wound up turning into her first DP. Then, the other day, she approached me again.
"You and Matt did such a great job on my floors! Would you be interested in doing another project for me?" She was quite sincere when she asked as if nothing had happened the last time we did work for her.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Sure. Whatcha got in mind?"
"Well, I'd like to build a deck off the back of the house. I got a couple of quotes and, my goodness, they were so expensive! What do you think you would charge me to build the deck?"
"Same deal as last time. You pay for the materials and throw some Dr. Peppers and Coke Zeroes at us and we're square." We both laughed.
"That'd be great! Do you think you could come over this weekend?"
"I'll check with Matt, but it shouldn't be a problem."
She clapped her hands like a little school girl. "Oh good! Ya know, if you brought another person to help, it might get done even quicker."
Is she asking for a gangbang? Or is she really that clueless?
"Uh, yeah, sure, that's a good idea. I might be able to find someone else who would be willing to help."
*****
When I asked Matt, he was perturbed that I was asking him to work on a day off until I told him who it was for. Then he was all in. I also asked a couple of buddies if they'd be interested in helping out. I reminded them they owed me a favor, so they both begrudgingly agreed. I told them if my hunch was right, they wouldn't be disappointed.
*****
Saturday morning we all rolled into Dana's driveway. Luckily, I had hedged my bets the night before and loaded all of the tools I thought I was going to need because, son of a bitch if there wasn't a pile of treated lumber in her driveway. Fuck! She really does want a deck built! My heart sank.
She greeted us at the door with a bright smile. "High, Mark! High, Matt!" Then she realized there were not one, but two strangers in her presence. Her shyness immediately kicked in. "Oh, um, you brought, uh, two friends. Yeah, well, that's good, I guess. You'll be able to finish, you know, that much, uh, quicker." She looked down at the ground and held out her hand. "Hello, I'm, uh, Dana."
"Hi, Dana! I'm Steve."
"Hey, Dana. Dan." We all watched her tits shake under her white tshirt when they shook hands.
"Well, uh, come in and I'll, um, show you where the, uh, deck is going to go."
We watched her ass covered in pink sweatpants while her bare feet tapped across the flooring we had installed to the back of the house.
The four of us started to haul the lumber from the driveway to the back of the house.
Steve slapped me on the shoulder. "Fuck, man! Did you see that rack?!"
I frowned at him. "No, Steve, I never noticed her fabulous fucking tits," I said sarcastically.
"And that ass!" Dan chimed in. "What I wouldn't give to slap that ass!"
Matt piped up. "Oh, man, you have no idea," he said with a chuckle. I furrowed my brow and tried to shake my head without the other two guys seeing. Matt, having received that "knock it off" look more than once growing up, knew exactly what I was telling him.
"Really? Like how?!" Dan asked excitedly.
Matt stumbled for an answer. "Oh, uh, well, you know? When Dad I were here a couple of weeks ago, you know...uh, yeah, she's just super nice."
A couple of hours went by. We were making good progress on the wooden structure when Dana appeared. All work stopped.
"Wow! That looks fantastic!" Stunned silence. "Y'all want something to drink?"
"Yeah, sure!" "Yes, please!" "Awesome! Thank you!" "Oh yeah! Thanks!"
She handed us our beverages while we all tried not to stare at the vision before us. Her tan, fit body was on full display. She was wearing a frilly white cover up that reached mid-thigh that didn't do a very good job of covering the teeny, tiny burnt orange bikini she was wearing underneath.
There was awkward silence other than the "pppssshhh" sound of four cans opening. She gleefully watched us take our first gulps of the cold liquid, feeling like she had satisfied our thirst. Little did she know that we were thirsting something more.
Finally she asked, "Say, would you guys, uh, mind me, you know, laying out in the, uh, backyard? It's such a beautiful day out. I hate to, you know, waste it inside."
A chorus of "Noooooooo" filled the air.
"Oh good! Thank you! You guys are the best!"
Steve and Dan looked at me with looks that said, "Thank you!"
Dana walked into the middle of her backyard and daintily laid down on the lounge chair. Judging by her dark tan, she used that chair a lot. We all tried not to stare while she slowly rubbed her suntan lotion all over her luscious body. We could've pounded the deck nails with our hard ons. At that point, progress on the deck slowed immensely.
15 minutes later we watched her roll over onto her front, hoping for a wardrobe malfunction. We all bit our lips and tried to breathe when she reached behind her and untied her bikini top. The strings fell to her sides.
"Hey, Mark! Would you come here for a second, please?" she asked.
Yes!
"Yup! Be right there!" I had three sets of eyes glaring at me. I simply smiled and said a sarcastic, "Ha haaaa," under my breath.
"Lucky bastard." "Fucker!" "You suck."
I bounded down to where she was laying, hoping she didn't notice the sizeable bulge in my shorts. "What's up?"
She held out a bottle. "Would you mind rubbing this lotion on me, please?" she asked sweetly.
Score!
"Yeah, absolutely!" I grabbed the bottle and knelt down beside her. I felt three sets of eyes burning holes in my back. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. She flinched when the cool liquid landed on her back. "Oooo! Sorry."
She giggled. "It's fine." I started to spread the liquid around her back. "Mmmmmm, that feels nice," she purred.
"Yeah? You like that?"
She nodded her head with her eyes closed. "Mmmmhmmmm." I ran my hands along her sides, making sure to slow as I went across the exposed side boob, with no reaction. I got to her shoulders and began to massage them. "Ohmagawd," she sighed. "That feels so good."
"I've been told I give great back rubs," I said while I squeezed and rubbed her shoulders with my strong, beefy hands.
"Ohhhhhh, you dooooo. Ohmagawd." I felt her melt in my hands. After a few moments, she breathed, "Would you...would you mind doing my legs, please? I don't, you know, want them to burn."
"Oh! Yeah, sorry. Absolutely."
"Mmmmmm, don't be sorry. That was woooooonderful."
I chuckled while I squeezed more of the coconut-smelling goop into my palms. "Maybe I can do it again later."
"Ohmagawd, that would be soooooo amazing."
I slowly began to run my hands down her thighs, across her calves, and around her ankles and feet, and back again. I did the outside, then the inside, then began to rub her feet.
"Ohhhhhhhmagawd," she groaned. "I'm in heaven."
I laughed. "Ha! I'm glad you like it. Everybody deserves a good massage once and awhile."
She sleepily nodded her head. "Mmmmmhmmmm. I may have to have you come over more often just to give me massages," she giggled.
Oh, I'll come over and massage you, alright!
I laughed. "Ha! I'd be happy to."
"Mmmmmm, don't tempt me."
I ran my hands back up her thighs. She tensed when I ran my hands across her ass. I slowly rub her cheeks. "You alright? You tensed up there."
"Uh, yeah, mmhmm, I'm...I'm okay."
"We don't want your tushy getting all burnt."
"I-I-I know."
I chuckled. "Don't go gettin' all tense on me. I just got you all loosened up."
She laughed. "I'll try."
I slowly massaged her buttocks, even slipping two fingers of each hand inside the tiny triangle of material. I slowly ran my hands down towards the insides of her thighs. I felt her stop breathing. She moaned when I ran my fingers across her swollen lips. She gasped when my finger slipped through them and left it there.
"Oops. Sorry about that." I lied. I wasn't sorry at all. "You okay?"
"Yes," she squeaked.
I slowly brought my hands back up to the small of her back. She exhaled a deep sigh. I ran them back down, pressing a little harder. I slipped a finger through her puckered rosebud to the first knuckle. She gave a small yelp.
I slid the finger in and out of the hole. "Oops, sorry about that. This lotion is slick, isn't it?"
She clenched her jaw. "Mmmmhmmm."
I withdrew my finger and ran my hands back down into her "V". She stopped breathing again when I slid across her puffy gash. This time I slipped under and flicked at her excited clit. She gave a quiet squeal.
I leaned into her ear. "How about I massage this area for a little bit?"
She squeaked again when I slipped two fingers through her slit. "I...I...what...what if, you know, somebody, uh (gasp) sees?"
"They'll see me applying sun tan lotion, right?"
She nodded her head. "Mmmm...mmmm...uh huh."
I proceeded to slide two fingers in until I was knuckle deep, then bring them out. She was getting puffier and juicer with each glide. It wasn't long before I slipped my slick left hand under her stomach. She actually lifted her body just enough to allow me in. I slid my hand under the triangle of material that covered her private place and found the button I have flipped before. She gave a muted squeal when I swatted at it with my index finger. Now I was attacking her raised bean with one hand while I pumped her snatch with the other.
It wasn't long before I felt her body tense again. This time for a different reason. Her muscles began to contract around my fingers. I pumped them faster. I swatted at her button harder.
