I was twenty-four and had just completed my four year apprenticeship as a carpenter. Work was slow in my part of the country, but in the northland there was a large shutdown at a power plant. They were short of all trades, and people were going there from across the country.
The job was good for three months, and summer was just starting, so I packed my fishing and hiking gear for days that I didn't have to work. I loaded the car and drove up there, having a reservation at the local Motel 6.
Once I settled in, I headed to the jobsite to fill out the employment papers, and was told to show up for seven AM. There were six guys in our crew - a pipefitter and a welder, two electricians, and a local carpenter named Dan, and me.
Dan was about fifty years old, short and stocky, and smelled of beer right away. He looked like a real drinker but was a really friendly guy. At break, Dan asked about where I was from, if I liked fishing, and where I was staying. I told him I had both my fly rod and a casting rod, and he seemed delighted to have a fishing buddy for the weekends. Then I told him I was staying at the Motel 6 at the edge of town.
"God, you don't want to stay in that flea-infested place. The wife and I can put you up for half that price. With meals! Jenny is a pretty good cook."
"Are you sure? I don't want to put you and her out."
"Hell, yeah. I'll call her and tell her to get some groceries and make us up a roast for supper."
It sounded too good to be true, but sure enough, I followed Dan back to his place, and Jenny had supper waiting for us. Dan's beer was already poured, and Jenny asked if I wanted one with dinner. I did, and it was ice cold. Jenny loves to cook, and had honey carrots and sweet corn along with a rump roast and mashed potatoes on the table. Jenny even baked a pie.
As we sat down, Dan had already guzzled his first beer down, and his wife popped another for him. I had noticed that Jenny eyed me up and down when I arrived, but at the table I noticed her grinning and smiling at me a lot. Dan was focused on food and drink while Jenny asked me about me; that I seemed young to be a journeyman. She asked if I was married, or if I had a girl back home. She kept getting up to fetch one beer and then another for her husband.
Now, Jenny was probably about fifty as well, but looked a lot younger. She perked up a bit when I mentioned that I was in between girlfriends back home. I asked if they had any kids, and Jenny said that they didn't. They couldn't. I didn't want to pry, so I left it at that.
When supper finished, I got up to help with the dishes. Dan got up, guzzled his fourth beer down, opened the fridge and pulled out two more. He said, "Jenny will get that. You're a boarder here now. Come into the front room. The game will be on soon.".
Dan offered me a beer, and I said, "Maybe later, when the game is on. I don't mind helping." He took both beers with him and sat down in the next room, in front of the television. Jenny ran the water to wash, as I cleared the table.
"You are quite the gentleman, Mike. Thank you for helping." I smiled and waited with a towel for the first dish to dry. Admittedly, as a twenty-something-year-old guy, I wouldn't have given anyone Jenny's age a second look, in a bar. But this sweet lady was smitten over me, and, well, her ass filled out her black leggings nicely. And her white blouse showed off a great set of D cups.
"I guess Dan likes his beer," I offered, breaking the ice a bit.
"You could say that," she replied. "He will be comatose by halftime. Always is, ever since the doctor told him he wasn't built for being a dad. Basically has no sperm count."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Jenny." She shook her head, and smiled.
"I'm good with it; Dan, hasn't handled it well. He drinks so much, he can't even get it up most times. But I'm use to that now." We made small talk while we did the dishes, Dan calling for yet another beer before we were done.
When we walked into the front room, the football game had just started, and Dan was fully reclined, with legs crossed, and beer in hand. Words just slurred from him at this point; his eyes were already at half-mast.
The only other place to sit was the sofa, and Jenny offered me the end with the better view of the screen. Then, she reached to the back of the sofa and pulled down a large quilted blanket, and placed it over both of our laps. "It gets chilly in her in the evenings," she said.
I wasn't really cold, but I left it there and smiled. "It is beautiful. Did you make this, Jenny?". Jenny blushed.
"Yes, I did. A few years back." Her hand glided over the blanket, smoothing it out across her thighs and then over mine. Jenny hesitated near my crotch, looking at me, and then over at Dan, whose eyes were closing. His beer bottle dangled precariously between his thigh and the chair.
Jenny slid her hand beneath the blanket and onto my knee, slowly moving to the inside of my thigh. I felt my cock harden at the thought of Dan's wife playing with me while he sits in the same room. Jenny leaned her shoulder into mine while her fingers made their way to my zipper.
I took hold of the quilt and raised it up to both of our shoulders, and whispered, "This will keep us warmer." Jenny smiled slyly and pulled down on my zipper. I raised one hand and found a button on her blouse while Jenny's fingers popped the snap to my pants.
Her fingers wrapped around the tented material of my underwear, as I released enough buttons to slide a hand under a bra cup. We moaned in unison; I kept looking across to ensure Dan was still dozing off.
As my thumb hooked around Jenny's satin bra cup and brushed along her firm nipple, Jenny was tugging my shorts down to access my cock. Just then, Dan snorted loudly, waking himself up. He looked over at us while we both focused on the game playing out on the screen.
He called out in a full slur, "If you're cold, turn the heat up."
"No, it's fine," said Jenny. "Mike was cold, and I can see the TV better from here."
"Ohhh," came his reply. He drank down the last sip. "More beer, sweets?"
"Haven't you had enough?" said Jenny, getting up and taking the empty from Dan. She didn't bother to button her blouse; he could barely see at all at that point. When Jenny returned, she handed her husband his drink, of which he guzzled half of it down. Jenny slid beneath the quilt and brazenly took hold of my dick. I resumed fondling her milky breast, this time pulling the bottom of her bra enough to free both of Jenny's globes.
In seconds I was being jacked off while Jenny was moaning at my nipple pinches and twists. Let me know when you're close," she whispered. Jenny's delicate fingers worked my cock while her other hand cupped and caressed my hairy nut sack. She stared into my eyes, feasting on my contortions and facial gestures.
