Jen and I keep exploring our fantasies and desires. This experience happened not long after our last encounter with El, as chronicled in "Our Evening With El." Thanks for the feedback and encouragement...and enjoy!
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We'd stayed in touch with El after our first night together and definitely were going to schedule repeat performances. In one of our conversations with him, Jen mentioned she wanted to do some custom shelving work in her little art studio downstairs. She had always loved to paint, and when we moved into our two-story house, she set up a small studio in the basement. The crush of work, life, my travels as a pilot, our CrossFit sessions together, and just the general speed of our lives (which we adore) had pulled her away from her art. With a little inspiration (and perspiration!) from our new friend, El, she wanted to jump back in. In order to do that, she needed a contractor/handyman to build some custom shelving. And while we were at, we thought about having some "mirror work" done on the ceiling of our bedroom, too (but that's another story)!
El mentioned he had a friend who was a general contractor and owned their own company. With our busy schedules, Jen and I wanted a weekend appointment. Between my flying and travel schedule, and her research, it was our only free time. With El's recommendation, Jen exchanged emails with the contractor and he was scheduled to arrive at 3pm on Saturday afternoon.
Saturday at 3, the bell rang, and I answered the door. My eyes opened a bit wider looking at him.
Because it wasn't a him. It was a
her
! About 5-2, petite, late 20s/early 30s, she had short cropped blonde hair and greenish-blue eyes. She had on tight jeans that completely gave away a thin waist, nice hips and a perfect little ass. She was wearing a red flannel shirt, buttoned half-way down, sleeves rolled up, with a white sports bra underneath, supporting beautiful C-sized tits. In short...she was a stunner. My perverted mind had immediate thoughts of what I'd do with her...and then what Jen would do with her.
She said something, but I lost it in the fog. I mumbled, "I'm sorry, what?" and she grinned and said, "Hi, I'm Lindsey. I'm here for the shelf work. Are you Mr. Mark?" I smiled back and said, "Please, I'm David. Dave, really," almost choking on my own name. I invited her in, recovering from my mental deviation.
"Baby," I called upstairs. "The contractor is here."
"Tell him I'll be down in a second." Lindsey and I both smiled...she apparently had experienced this gender assumption too many times.
Jen came down and hitting the last stepped, looked up and paused upon seeing her. "Oh...uh...hi! I'm Jen!"
"Nice to meet you, Jen. I'm Lindsey." Jen and I exchanged a looked that echoed our mutual interest. We held the glance at each other an extra beat, and it was clear Lindsey was picking up on something. She raised her eyebrows a bit and seemed to give us both a once over. "Did she just check us out, or is my libido messing with me?" I thought.
"Can you show me what you've got," Lindsey said. Jen and I both almost choked.
"Oh, downstairs...yes...", Jen stammered. I was several feet from Jen and could tell from there that the moisture had to be building between her legs.
The two of them went downstairs to the basement to talk shelves, while I went back to my self-destructive behavior of watching college football.
Lindsey went up and down the stairs a couple times to get things from her truck. My team was actually on a scoring drive, so I wasn't paying much attention to anything else.
I glanced up again, and Lindsey came upstairs...wearing only the white sports bra. Football, what football?! Her nipples poked through and beads of sweat covered her chest and forehead.
"Everything ok?" I asked.
"Yeah...I just need to get some brackets from the truck. Jen is showing me how she wants the shelves. Did you know it's really hot down there?"
My immediate thought was, "if it would remove more of her clothes, I'd make it hotter!"
"Yeah...the AC guy is coming out next week. I think there are broken louvers somewhere." Lindsey disappeared outside, then came back in and joined Jen downstairs.
About 5 minutes later, there is a massive crash from downstairs. I raced down and the two of them were standing there laughing...covered in paint! "Uh...what happened?"
"It's ok, baby...Lindsey and I were trying to figure out what would fit on the shelves, we put too much on them and some of the paint came down."
Jen looked beautiful...she was wearing my favorite jeans, a CrossFit t-shirt and a bra that showed off those fantastic B-sized tits. Only now, her light brown hair had splatters of green and red and white. Fortunately, there wasn't much on her shirt. Lindsey was a match. Her blonde hair was streaked by the multi-colors of paint, and matching multi-colored streaks on her bra and her flannel shirt that was by her feet. Her nipples, I noted, were still hard.
Jen stopped laughing long enough to say, "Lindsey...it's washable paint if we get it out soon. Can I offer you our shower and a new shirt?" My heart stopped. It then began beating rapidly, but then stopped again when Lindsey said, "Oh, Jen, that would be great. Thanks!"
As Jen passed me, she gave me "the look." "The look" is: "I'm horny, I want to fuck, and I want to fuck NOW." In a daze, I dropped my jaw as she grabbed my crotch while she walked by. Lindsey saw Jen cop her feel of my package, and gave me a knowing smile. I watched the two of them go upstairs, while I stood there dumbfounded.
Jen took Lindsey to our bedroom bathroom, laid out a towel and bathrobe for her, and told her she'd wash her bra and shirt, and get her another shirt. Jen's pulse quickened when Lindsey gave her a more-than-friendly, "Thanks, love!" and turned on the water.
As Jen was finding a shirt for her, Lindsey called, "Jen...can you come help me for a second?" Jen's eyes got bigger...and her pussy got wetter. She cracked the bathroom door open, and Lindsey said, "I've got paint on my back I can't reach. Can you help me out?"
Jen's mouth's wetness now matched that between her shapely legs. "Sure," she said, trying not to sound like the lion with an antelope in its sights. Jen walked in and peered through the steam. Our shower is a large walk-in, with no door. Well large enough for two people to fuck in multiple positions, including lying down...as Jen and I had demonstrated many times.
When Jen cleared through the fog, there was Lindsey. A perfect sex pixie. Her blonde hair wet, but still shaping her face perfectly. Hard nipples budded on top of C-sized, firm breasts. Her ass was made for worshipping, to contrast a flat stomach, and very thin strip of golden hair rising above her pussy.
Looking at Jen, and oozing nonchalant sexuality, Lindsey said, "It's ok, you can come on in. I love your shower--it's huge!" Without needing a second invitation, Jen pulled her t-shirt off, and quickly remove her jeans and panties. It was when Jen unhooked her bra and freed her tits that Lindsey let out a small, "mmmm." Jen's nipples were rock hard, matching Lindsey's. She stepped in the shower, her pulse like that of a racehorse. Jen grabbed some body wash as Lindsey turned her back to give her access to the errant paint. Slightly shorter than Jen, it was easy for Jen to reach up and soap Lindsey's shoulders, pressing a bit--slightly more massage that cleaning.
Jen noted that Lindsey's skin was soft. As she moved down Lindsey's back, the paint yielded quickly...but Jen kept going. She could feel Lindsey tremble slightly as Jen's hands approached her ass. Jen lingered...and Lindsey was her's.