"Time is running out and there is still so much left to do! I'm kind of freaking the fuck out right now, Tony!"
I'm on the phone with my contractor, Tony Genusa. He's been my right hand guy for the last 8 years. I'm currently in the middle of a massive renovation of a large home in the middle of the Windy City. This isn't new to me though, it's what I love to do and has become my full time job. This is the 50th house that I've bought and renovated in the last 8 years. The house just happens to be the largest home I've tackled. I usually do smaller homes in the suburbs, as they consistently offer a large profit and don't require a ton of work. This is the house I've been working towards though. A huge two story home with basement, in a very popular neighborhood in the heart of the city. The house was built in the late 1890's, and the years have not been kind to it. The roof leaks, the windows leak, the foundation has issues, several families of rodents have made their homes here, it's just a disaster. It's my disaster though and hopefully soon it will be someone else's beautiful home. It's been 8 months since the project started and we are nearing the finish line. I have 2 weeks until the open house, and while the list of items to complete is getting shorter, I'm still nervous.
It's 6:00 pm on a Friday evening in April and spring is upon us. All work on the house is done for the night, and I'm here closing up and checking out the progress. I called Tony to go over the list of items we need to finish and to get an idea of the timeframe of getting them checked off.
"Allison, in the last eight years, have I ever let you down?" He asks.
"No, you haven't, and that's why you've been my guy for all of those eight years. I'm sorry, I might just be a bit overwhelmed by the scope of this job." I reply.
"Listen, don't worry about nothin', ya hear? I've got this. Don't worry your pretty little head. Go home, relax, drink a bottle or two of whatever, and relax." Tony advises.
"I can't argue with advice like that!" i chuckle. "I'm sorry I'm freaked out. I trust you and I know this place will be perfect. Good night, Tony." I say as I end the call.
I grab my bag and I'm out. I arm the alarm system, close the door and jiggle the handle to confirm it's locked. As I'm walking down the front steps, a red Ferrari pulls up and stops. I can't see in since the windows are tinted. The door opens and as the driver exits the car, I can't help but stare.
She is gorgeous. I'm 5'6" and this woman is probably 5'8"ish, long, curly black hair that shines, warm mahogany skin that seems to glisten in the evening light, and a voluptuous body that is hugged by a sexy red dress that matches her car. I'm standing there staring as she walks up to me.
"Hi, I'm Natalie, and I was wondering if you could tell me about this house?" she asks.
"Uh, well, it's... uhm... Hi, I'm Allison and this is my house." I manage to stutter out, surely sounding like an idiot.
"Oh, I noticed the realtor sign in the yard and I assumed it was on the market, but perhaps I was mistaken. It's a beautiful home. Sorry to bother you...Allison." she replied with a hint of sorrow. She turned to walk away.
"Wait!" I hurriedly announced. "Yes, it's for sale, well, it will be. I bought it 8 months ago and have been renovating it to sell." I inform her.
"Oh!" She exclaims as she raises her perfect eyebrows. "Do you have plans to put it on the market soon?" she inquires.
"Two weeks. I'm going to have an open house. It should be on a Saturday." I reply.
"Well, I will have to mark my calendar then!" she says excitedly. "Will you be there?" she asks as she reaches out and touches my arm with the tips of her fingers.
"Of course I will! I'd love to see you there. I'll even give you the grand tour!" I tell her as I feel goosebumps cover my arm from her delicate touch.
"Hmmm, I'd like that. I'm sure you're quite the tour guide." she said slyly as she shot me a grin.
"I might even wear my good work boots." I jokingly reply as I hold up my boot clad foot. That elicits laughter from both of us. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she is when she laughs.
"Allison, I'm sure you would look stunning no matter what you did or didn't wear," she replied.
Her statement took me a second to process and I wasn't sure how to respond. Thankfully, I didn't have to.
"I've taken up enough of your evening. Thank you for being so gracious to spend the time talking to me. I'll hopefully see you in a few weeks, beautiful Allison...unless I see you sooner." Natalie stated as she softly squeezed my arm and trailed her fingers off as she turned and walked to her car.
I stood there staring again as the red Ferrari roared to life and Natalie sped away. The situation left me confused but intrigued at the same time. I definitely needed to stop by the liquor store on my way home.
I arrived at home, six pack in hand. That's right, I'm a craft beer girl! I popped open one of my favorite IPAs, started filling the bathtub, and undressed. The hot bath was going to feel so damn good. As I stood looking at myself in the mirror, my mind filled with thoughts of my encounter with Natalie this evening. "Beautiful Allison" I believe is what she called me. I suppose I wasn't bad looking. My long flowing red hair sure attracted attention. I loved my blue eyes, the splash of freckles across my face made feel young, and I was exceptionally proud of my body. I busted my ass in the gym on a regular basis to stay looking like this. Yeah, lifting weights helped with the physical aspect of working on all my home renovations, but I also loved the way it filled out my curves. Squats kept my thighs and my ass looking good and bench presses helped keep my breasts perky at 30 years of age. Speaking of curves, Natalie sure could fill out a dress. Her husband must feel like the luckiest guy on earth with her by his side.
Standing there lost in my thoughts, my hands were roaming over my own nude body. I lightly tugged at my now aroused nipples and slid my hands down my flat stomach, one hand slid around to my tight, round ass while my other raked through my trimmed patch of fiery red pubic hair. Without even thinking my fingers traveled down and slid between my now slippery, delicate lips and teased at my entrance. Holy shit I was wet!
Wet! Fuck, I forgot about the filling tub! I quickly spun around and luckily got the water shut off in time. I set my towel on the towel rack and submerged myself into the water. The heat felt wonderful on my aching muscles, and I started to instantly relax. It didn't take long for my fingers to find their way back to my nipples and my pussy though. I ran a finger along my slit, stopping to tease my little clit, then slid a finger inside myself. I plunged my finger in and out slowly as I my other hand worked my nipples. I pulled my other finger out and started circling my clit. I built up speed as the unmistakable feeling of release increased. After a few more strokes, a rather powerful orgasm flowed through my body. Fuck, I needed that! I've been neglecting my sexual needs for the last several months. I really need to stop doing that. God, I feel so relaxed now. I take a drink of my beer, and let my body go limp as the heat from the tub continues working its magic. I realize about 30 minutes have passed and I figure I'd better get out and eat something. I don't bother to dress after drying off. What's the point, I live alone and I'm not expecting any visitors, plus I'm feeling pretty damn good right now. I throw together a salad, down another couple of beers while watching tv, and decide to call it a night. I'm out almost as soon as my head hits the pillow.
I wake with a gasp as I sit up quickly in my bed. I'm breathing heavy and feel a little disoriented in addition to being extremely turned on. My dream has me feeling confused and a little embarrassed. It felt so real, but I'm not sure why I was even dreaming about Natalie. We are out on the front sidewalk of my current reno property, just like we were last evening. Natalie and I are laughing and talking and she reaches out and puts her hand on my arm. Our conversation stops and I look into her eyes, they are green in my dream. I don't remember noticing her eyes during our conversation. Anyway, we look into each other's eyes and she leans in and kisses me. Her soft, full lips press into mine and I melt with desire. I feel her slide her tongue out and just as I part my lips to meet her tongue, I realize we are kissing outside where anyone can see. I panic and that's when I woke up. Really, dreaming of kissing a woman? I'm definitely not against being gay, because some of my very best friends are gay, but I've never had thoughts like this before. I was married for 8 years to a man for crying out loud! Of course he was a jealous asshole who thought I was fucking every contractor and tradesperson working at my houses, so he divorced me. So now I'm living alone in what used to be our home.
It's now one o'clock in the morning and I need to get back to sleep. I lay my head down on the pillow and close my eyes. I toss and turn but I can't get comfortable. I keep thinking of my dream of kissing Natalie. The wetness between my legs isn't helping matters much either. I try to shut everything out of my head for about twenty more minute but I've made no progress in finding sleep. Fuck it. I throw the covers off, reach over into my nightstand drawer and fumble around until I find it- my trusty but lately neglected dildo. Maybe the feeling of it spreading me apart a filling me up will help quell these crazy thoughts. I slide it into my wet, aching center and soon I'm moaning as a powerful orgasm rips through me. I toss my "lover" to the side and drift off to sleep.
I roll over and glance at the clock next to my bed. Fuck! It's 9:00 am! I'm usually up at 6! I feel great though. I must have really needed the sleep. I grab a quick shower to clean my intimate areas mainly and decide to head to the gym for a healthy workout. I stop for a coffee and a small breakfast, and drive to my local gym. As I pull into the parking lot, I spot it almost immediately- a bright red Ferrari. No fucking way. My heart starts beating a little bit harder and my mouth is dry. I park my car and try to focus on why I'm here. I grab my gym bag and head to the entrance. I'm walking up the sidewalk to the front doors when out walks the object of last nights dream. She looks just as beautiful as she did the night before. Tight white leggings and a white hoodie. Her hair is pulled back in a pony tail with a few strands framing her face. Her thighs look firm and thick and her ass is testing the stretch of her leggings.
"Allison! What a pleasant surprise!" she exclaims as she walks towards me.
When she reaches me, she holds out her arms for a hug. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. I give her a quick, friendly hug and notice that she smells exquisite.
"Natalie, good to see you!" I reply, hoping I don't act or sound awkward. "I didn't realize you came here? How have I never seen you before?" I question.
"I just moved here about a month ago", she informed me.
"It's a shame that I just finished. I'd have loved to work up a sweat with you," she stated.
I'm sure my pale cheeks were bright red now.
