As Gabrielle pulled into her driveway, she could not help but be almost overwhelmed with tears. Not more than three months ago the place was little more than an empty house with a For Sale sign out front. Now as she turned off the ignition and looked up through the vast expanse of glass of the front windshield, she could see her husband, toiling away on the cedar shingles on the side of their house. A Painted Lady it was called, a Victorian Era cedar shingled home that had the interesting detail of a square turret rising above the roofline, and the brick chimney dwarfing what remained of the roofline. Originally built by a ship Captain in the 1880's, the home's history held as much appeal as did its external charm.
To that end Gabrielle could not help but be impressed with her husband's carpentry skills. He had drawn onto paper the various shapes of the shingles he would be using in order to give the structure protection, yet keep its original architectural elements intact. At the time she was not sure exactly how his drawings were going to look upon the side of the house, but now, half way through the first side, she saw how the home must have looked like in its infancy.
As Gabrielle crawled out and opened up the back of SUV, Travis trimmed a shingle with his block plane, fit it tightly into place and applied two quick nails from a burst of his nail gun. Gabrielle jumped at the report, but looked up to see her husband grinning.
"I see you stopped at the hardware store after your Doctors appointment. Do you need help lugging those in?"
"Yeah, I got mostly gallon pails but the primer came in five gallon buckets. I'll need help with those I think."
With the dexterity of a cat, Travis slid down the labyrinth of ladders and scaffolding to reach the ground, and then followed his wife into their new home. The place was a mess as most homes were from the extensive renovations they were engrossed in. Still he could not help but pinch his wife's ass when the opportunity presented itself. She only swung a heavy gallon of paint and clobbered him on the leg, but the smile she wore clearly said that she was not at all offended by the action.
Traipsing across the tarp covered floor, Travis was more than glad to drop the two five gallon pails of primer onto the hardwood floor of the spare bedroom. While Gabrielle's load was a bit lighter with a single gallon can of latex paint, and a brown paper bag filled with painting accessories, she too was glad to put the goods down.
"Here I figured you might be thirsty working up there in the sun and wind. It looks good though."
"Oh thanks", he said, quickly grabbing the bottle of Coke and taking a big gulp from it, leaving Gabrielle to wonder if he was speaking of her compliment, or of the drink. From the way he downed the soda, she assumed the drink. "How did your appointment go," he asked between gulps?
"Oh you know, the same old crap. Eat smaller portion meals, get more exercise and poked and prodded me with a slew of needles."
"He didn't say anything about getting more sex huh?"
"No, I can't recall him saying that," she said with a smile, even as he finished off the last of his Coke, swooped down and kissed her. A wedding kiss Gabrielle called them. It was more than just a peck on the cheek, but at the same time, not the time-stopping, deeply probing kisses that occurred right before having sex; more like the kiss most married couples take after taking their vows. Not that Gabrielle would have minded, she was extremely turned on; just watching the love of her life toil so hard upon their house produced a yearning so down deep that she knew it came from the pleasures of the ultimate commitment. Even with him gently giving her bottom a good rub, Gabrielle knew Travis was not trying to seduce her. A workaholic by nature, he broke the three second kiss to return to his shingling duties.
This left Gabrielle alone in the stark white room. The primer had already been applied to in this room, thus making the two pails of primer rather foolish. Still watching her husband carry such weight effortlessly always impressed her and she knew from powerful experiences that he could easily scoop her up into her arms and carry her off to any place she wished. For a moment she wished that was right here, right upon these very tarps that protected the antique floors.
As Gabrielle looked about the room a strange idea began to overtake her. She smiled as the plan began to take shape and knew it was the perfect outlet for her emotions; a mixture of love, lust sense of duty, home-ownership, practicality and sexuality. While hardly an exhibitionist, Gabrielle began to unbutton her pink and white sundress. Just getting the nylon buttons through the slits in the fabric due to her shaking, estrogen filled hands was hard enough, but sliding it down her torso, past her waist and down her long slender legs was easy. As it puddled onto the floor, she easily stepped out of it, kicking it aside and was pulling her bra from off her chest before it had even traveled over into the far corner. Her white bra and panties concluded in a similar fate and left Gabrielle standing in the room devoid of a single piece of clothing except for her white canvas shoes.
These she left on, and for two distinct reasons. For practical purposes, stepping upon the ridged treads of the aluminum ladder would have been hell upon her bare feet, but the real reason; the true reason she kept them onto her feet was because her husband loved the look. A true foot fetishist, Travis enjoyed her feet both bare, as well as slid into any number of shoes. The white canvas Keds she now wore was one of his most favorite, and why she wore them most of the time around the house.
