The Fence

Well, this is how it all happened. I am a 34 year old military wife with two young children. I live in the countryside away from big city fuss. At the time of this story, my husband had been deployed oversees for six months and would not return for six months to follow. It was mid May and starting to warm up. Since he had been gone I had taken up various activities and habits to cope with his being gone, trying to make the time go by faster.

Some info about me: I am 5'3, at the time about 145 lbs with 36D breasts. I have long blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

My most recent project had been improving the value and aesthetics of our 5 acre property. I particularly wanted a privacy fence between my place and the neighbors. To that end I decided to look into fencing options. I got a basic quote over the phone and a few days later, a guy came out to measure for the material and make a more precise quote. I was out shopping when he came by, so he left the workup on my front porch. The quote was reasonable so I called and arranged for the work to begin.

The evening before the fencing was to kick off, I was spending time in the front yard with my two young children. My 3 year old daughter was playing with the garden hose and, although I warned her several times, she inevitably pointed it in my direction. A full 2-3 second cold stream hit me from neck to knees. My T-shirt and shorts were soaked. Before I could even wrangle the hose from her, I heard a vehicle coming down our driveway. I looked up to see an unfamiliar long-bed pick-up with utility racks. On the driver's door I recognized the name of the fencing company that would be building my fence the next morning. Why were they coming by tonight, I wondered.

The truck came to a stop about the time I got the hose shut off. As the door opened, a tall black man emerged wearing the obligatory ball cap, T-shirt and utility belt.

"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting. I'm James, the guy who'll be building your fence tomorrow. There were some items on the quote that didn't make sense and I just need to clear them up before I bring out the wrong stuff."

"Oh, hi... I'm Shauna. Yeah, we were just having a water fight here; you missed out," I giggled, a little surprised and a little nervous.

"Yeah... I see that," he chuckled while looking at my soaked clothes.

"Well, if you have a few seconds, I'd like to go over the quote," he suggested.

"Yeah, no problem," I responded, starting to feel a little chilly.

He opened up a folder and pulled out the work-up for the original quote. As he stood close to me, I could smell a hint of his cologne; it smelled fantastic. We went over the material list and as James expected, the quote guy had listed the wrong material. He said the material I wanted would cost about 20% more and asked if I wanted to redo the quote. I told I had my heart set on the particular design so was in a bind.

"You know what. Let me go measure the area again and see what I come up with," James politely suggested.

I agreed and he grabbed a few things from his truck and proceeded to the back yard to measure. I watched him as he did this. He was a striking black man with strong, masculine features and a muscular, yet trim build. He was probably 35 or 36. He stood about 6'3 and probably weighed 230 or so. He had high, prominent cheekbones and full lips. His irises were deep brown surrounded a very stunning white, that matched his very white teeth. When he smiled, his whole face smiled. He seemed like a genuinely nice man, and a very handsome one at that. I also couldn't help but notice his very firm ass as he was leaning across the cab of his truck. I caught myself sizing him up, felt guilty and then reminded myself that I was only looking; no harm in that.

Ok, I decided I had seen plenty, and besides I was practically shivering as I was still wet and the sun was ducking behind the horizon, cooling the air rapidly. I took the kids in and got them playing with their toys. As I walked into my bedroom, I passed by the full-length mirror and stopped, eyes wide open.

There looking back at me was my wet self. But what caught me completely off guard was that my white bra was clearly visible through my almost transparent white T-Shirt. What's more, my nipples were protruding so far they could have put an eye out. Great, I just gave this perfect gentleman and the guy who would be building my fence a full-on Wet T-Shirt show. I thought he was looking at me kind of funny. At that point, I really felt ridiculous about checking him out. I quickly changed into something dry and much less revealing. I threw on a sun dress and some flip-flops.

After fifteen minutes or so, James came back to the front door and knocked. I let him in and brought him over to the dining room table to have a seat.

"Can I get you coffee, tea or anything," I asked.

"Sure, I'll have some coffee," he replied.

He started explaining the error and continued that he would be able to do the design I wanted and, even though the materials cost more, he would make it work so that it was "transparent" to me. Funny choice of words I thought.

I thanked him for being so understanding and flexible. He said that it was no problem at all, he also mentioned that it might take one full day and a few hours the next day, depending on his progress on the first. We chit-chatted for a bit while I waited for a fresh pot of coffee to brew. He asked where my hubby was and I told him he was on a deployment. I asked if he were married or had kids. He said he was recently divorced and that his one five-year old son spent equal time between mom and dad. There was a pause in the conversation, so I got up the check the coffee.

"How do you like it," I asked as I came toward him from the kitchen.

"Well, you look great, but you looked great all soaking wet too," he said, apparently thinking I was referring to my sundress.

"Uh.... Thanks, but I was asking about your coffee. Cream or sugar?" I was sure he could detect the embarrassment in my voice.

"Oh. Dang, I am so sorry. You caught me off guard and I thought I better compliment you. I'll take it a little sugar," he responded, also visibly embarrassed. "How about you... how do you like it." I suspect he was flirting with me, so I smiled wryly and told him I was a tea drinker.

"Well, I do appreciate the compliment. Thank you." I tried to cut the obvious tension.

"Well, you're welcome." Was all he said, regaining his status as the gentleman. "So, if we have an agreement, I'll start tomorrow at around 8:00am. That too early?"

"No not at all, I'll be up doing the usual morning chores and the kids should be still in bed."

With that, he rose from his chair. Since I was still sitting, I couldn't help but notice two things. He was very tall. And he had a serious bulge in his jeans. I wasn't sure if he caught me as I glanced at it. It was only for a split second, but enough to tell me he was well equipped.

As he opened the door to leave, he smiled a radiant smile and bid me goodnight. I sat there for a couple moments. I was sweating a little and my heart was beating faster than usual. I also felt a little flushed. I was definitely embarrassed by the interchange we had just had. At the same time I was definitely a little aroused.

As the evening went on, I kept repeating in my head the things that he said, analyzing them and trying to determine what, if anything, he was implying. As I rethought our conversations, I kept imagining him looking me over as I was all wet and wondering what he must have been thinking.

The kids stayed up longer than usual. By the time they got to bed I was exhausted. I quickly showered and shaved my legs. I also trimmed my pubic hair a little, not sure why. I don't remember what I was thinking about when I went to bed, but I felt a little guilty and a little aroused all at once.

The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual so I could get some chores done before James arrived to work on the fence. I went through the daily routine of feeding the pets, cleaning up a little, and doing dishes, etc. I was still going over the events of the previous evening in my head. I planned on showering and getting dressed before James arrived. I sat down at the computer to enjoy a cup of tea and check email. At about 7:00 am, I heard the neighbor's dog bark. I looked out the front window and saw the same truck from the night before. Crap, I thought... I better get dressed. I was only wearing a T-Shirt and white cotton panties. I watched from the dining room window as he pulled the truck around to the back. He did not come to the door, but rather went straight to unloading.

"Ok, cool, I thought. I'll go back to my tea and email." From the computer desk where I sat, I could see James unloading the material for the fence. He was wearing a fairly tight-fitting T-Shirt. I could tell he was accustomed to manual labor. He probably combined that with a gym workout. I had often watched my husband out working in the yard. He also has a wonderful body that he takes good care of. It was weird watching this handsome black man perform the work I was used to my husband doing.

I kept turning in my chair to peer out the window. He was almost done unloading and was distributing the material for easier construction throughout the day. I turned back to the computer and shot an IM to an online friend, mentioning that there was a hunky black fencing man in my backyard.

Suddenly I heard a tapping on the window behind me. Startled, I spun around in the office chair and saw James smiling through the window at me. He must have seen me look out the window at him. In a motion, I pulled my T-Shirt down a little and wheeled the chair over to the window. I figured I'd be able to open the window without having to stand up and reveal my panties. I tugged on the window handle, but it didn't budge. Great! The window was locked of course.

Now, the house sits on a foundation about 3 feet above the outside ground level. The window that wasn't cooperating starts at 2 feet above the floor. All these dimensions ran through my head instantaneously resulting in the inescapable conclusion that if I stood up to unlock the window, James would have a full-on view of my white cotton panties, right in his face. I hesitated, but saw no graceful way to avoid the inevitable.

So, with one quick motion I stood, reached up and grabbed the window lock. As I did this I was fully aware that my T-Shirt had risen above my panties, giving him a full view. And, of course, the latch wouldn't budge either. Determined, I gave it all I had and it gave way. I quickly threw the window open and flopped back down in my chair. I was standing for 5 or 6 seconds, but it felt like minutes.

James pretended to not see a thing of course as he conveniently turned his head toward me all of a sudden. However, as I was wrestling with the window lock, I looked down briefly and saw him staring right at my pantied pussy.

"Good morning, James. What's up?" I said, a little flustered and definitely flushed.

"Oh, sorry to bother you, Shauna. My cell phone battery is completely dead. I was hoping to use your phone, if it isn't any trouble." He managed to seem composed and completely unaware of the view he just had.

"Uh sure, just a second" I stammered as I realized I would have to get up again out of my chair. Good grief, why couldn't I have put on some shorts or something, I berated myself. I was thoroughly embarrassed, but I was also a little turned on by the whole awkward situation. I collected myself, spun around in the chair and stood and walked toward the living room. This time, James had a full view of my butt as I walked away. As I walked toward to living room, I could see his reflection in the windows across the room. I could tell that he was watching the whole show. I grabbed the phone off its charger and walked back over to the window. Again James, the gentleman, was looking away and pretended not to notice I had returned. I handed him the phone and sat back down in the chair.

James took the phone and proceeded to make his phone call. He stood at the window as he called his office, inquiring about another job he was scheduled to do the next day. As he talked, I decided to get up and get showered and changed. This time, I was less tentative and walked away with more of a sexy sway. For some reason, embarrassment had subsided and was replaced by arousal. In fact, I was really aroused and I could feel it... my pussy was moist and I felt it tingle a little as I walked into the bedroom. And as he did the time before, James watched me as I walked away.

Now, since my husband left, I had lost about 20 lbs. and was really starting to feel good about my body. I still had 20 or so I wanted to shed, but more and more of my old clothes were fitting everyday. I was a little flattered and a lot turned on that this handsome black man was eyeballing me. And while I am much too conservative to give him a free show, the circumstances had evolved the way they did and were mostly out of my control. At least that is what I was telling myself. I peeked back toward the window. James had finished his call and set the phone on the window sill. I could hear from the commotion out back that he was back to work.

Also, since my husband left, I had only masturbated a half a dozen times. I really felt like I needed to get off before I took a shower. I went into the bedroom and closed the door. Interestingly, I grabbed the only dildo I had that worked: a black one. My husband bought it for me to play out a fantasy he had of me doing a black guy. I had only gotten into it a couple times. Mainly I used it because it was lifelike and still worked, unlike the few cheap ones that had quit humming. I took the dildo out of its hiding spot and, out of habit, grabbed the KY as well.

I lied back on the bed and started touching myself. I found to my amazement that I was soaking wet down there. I hadn't been that wet in a while. I was in such a state of arousal over the whole panty flashing that I was dripping with my own fluids. I took the dildo and pressed the head against my pussy, without any KY. It vibrated against my lips and my clit and felt amazing. I continued to push it deeper into my hot and hungry pussy. I could feel it press against my cervix and vibrate the inner depths of my womanhood. As it hummed inside my soaking pussy, I began to slide it in and out, slowly at first. As my pussy stretched a little to accommodate it, I began thrusting it faster and deeper, 'til the attached balls pushed up against my ass.

As I began to fall into some abstract fantasy, I was jolted back to reality from some noise outside the bedroom. I quickly tossed the dildo on the bed, grabbed my bath robe and opened the door and peeked out. I expected to see James out there but he was still busy at the fence. I looked around and checked on the kids. They were still fast asleep. I couldn't figure out what I'd heard.

"Good grief, I can't ever get a moment to myself," I thought as I headed for the phone on the window sill. Just as I was about to reach for it, it rang and scared me to death. I grabbed it and answered it. At the moment I heard the voice on the other end I also smelt James cologne that was lingering on the handset. It was very pleasant. The person identified herself as a coworker of James and asked if he were handy. I told her to hold on and I called out to James, still laboring on the fence. As he turned to walk toward me, I was in awe. He had taken his shirt off and was covered with a light sheen of sweat that accentuated his incredible physique by contrasting the reflection of the sun with the darkness of his skin. I handed him the phone. He smiled at me and simultaneously winked. I smiled back and withdrew from the window.

I looked down at the computer and noticed I had some new emails and my friend was IM me. I sat down and began to respond to her and the emails. James came back up to the window. He had the phone in one hand and his T-Shirt in the other.

"Shauna, I have to run over to the office real quick. It'll only take a half-hour or so and shouldn't delay the fence progress any. Besides, I'll stay late if I have to."

"Sure, no worries. I'm about to jump in the shower anyway." Not sure why I told him that.

"Could I use your restroom really quickly before I jet," he asked.

"Sure, come on in the back door," I replied.

As he came around to the back door, he put his T-Shirt back on. I filled up a glass of ice-water and handed it to him as he came in. He drank it down and then asked which way to the restroom. I didn't want him to wake the kids, so I directed him toward the master bedroom, through which was the adjoining bathroom. He proceeded and I returned to the computer.

"Oh shit!" I thought. "I left the fucking dildo on the bed. Dammit, I hope I at least covered it up with the covers."

Extremely nervous now, I walked toward the bedroom. As I looked inside, I discovered what I was afraid of: my big black dildo lying in plain view and in stark contrast to the white bedspread. Ok, now what, I thought. I hoped he hadn't noticed it on the way through. I snuck into the room, hoping to snag it before he came out. As I did I noticed he hadn't fully shut the door. I could see him standing there over the toilet. I could also see him holding a monster of a cock as he peed. I stood there dazed for a moment. It was then I looked up from the sight of his huge manhood and found him smiling back at me in the bathroom mirror.

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"Oh god, I'm sorry," I managed, now completely flustered for having been caught watching him. "I just cam in here to get something," I mumbled futilely.

"Yeah, I saw what you came in here to get . You know, mine is bigger than that toy of yours, and a lot more realistic, too," he said as he turned toward me. He didn't put away his giant penis, but rather left it hanging. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help myself. I glanced down at what must have been 9 inches, and not even hard. The toy that lay on the bed was 8 inches.

I suddenly felt frightened and timid. I hadn't asked for the situation to evolve as it had. I could hardly believe that I was standing there in my bedroom, in my bathrobe, with this massive black man, staring at his huge black tool.

"Do you like what you see, Shauna?"

"Uh... well...it's rather impressive," is all I could manage.

"I enjoyed watching you this morning, you have a very sexy body, you know," he said with confidence. "I have been thinking about you ever since I saw you last night all wet."

"Oh, man... I can't believe this is happening," I muttered.

"Do you want me to leave? If you are uncomfortable, I'll walk away and go back to work. Honestly, I don't want you to do something you are not ready to do."

I paused. I was a mess. I felt completely out of control. I was in a situation I hadn't foreseen and for which I wasn't prepared. On one hand I wanted him to haul that monster back into his jeans and get the hell out of here. On the other hand, I was so fucking turned on that I couldn't think straight. The sight of this huge powerful sexy black man standing there in front of me was intoxicating.

"No don't go... I..." Before I could say another word he stepped forward grabbed me and planted his big luscious lips on mine. I was numb. I was paralyzed and could hardly stand. His tongue entered my mouth. At first I hesitated. Then my tongue found his and began to dance in and between our mouths. My head was spinning and I was getting dizzy from the emotion of the moment. As he held me in his massive arms, I felt his manhood pressing against my belly. I was in total, uncontrollable bliss. The last instinct to resist faded and I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him back firmly. I moaned with pure pleasure as we kissed and began to grind my pelvis into his leg. I could feel his massive cock pushing just below my breasts. He kissed me passionately and held me tightly as he did.