I love my life. I don't know if this happens to other people but I have a recurring theme in my life where past experiences come back, not to haunt me, but to enrich my life even further. My life is not without pain and tragedy, to be sure, but I think I am blessed with good fortune nonetheless.
This story is an unexpected continuation of another tale of mine, "A Night at Karen's House," and I suggest you read the original first.
3 weeks ago I stopped by my father's place to do some roof repair with him. He lives in a heavily wooded area and the roof is always in need of some work due to the constant shower of leaves and debris. I spent a lot of time on that roof while I lived there in high school and college so it was old hat. My father has put on some serious pounds in the last decade and can't do it easily by himself but I am a good son and am happy to help the old man.
I got there early and scrambled up the ladder, hauled up the shingles and tools I would need, and then set to work. The damage was minor and I expected to be done in an hour but I ran into a snag that severely cut into my productivity. Karen.
Karen is Dad's neighbor, and she is the subject of my old story. We had an encounter back when I was in high school and did some babysitting work for her and her son Jeremy. Karen is a small woman with short dark hair and a lovely face. She had been in her mid 30's back then and 15 years had passed, so I guess she is around 50 now. She was on her back porch reading in one of her lounge chairs. She must have been in her hot tub earlier, or planning to get in, because she was wearing a bikini top and a sarong-style wraparound on her lower half. The sarong lay open on her extended left leg, showing a great deal of tanned skin. I tried to be quiet but she noticed me almost immediately.
"Hello, stranger!"
"Hi Karen! How are you?"
"Very well, and you?"
"Couldn't ask for more. Just up here doing some repairs for Dad."
"That's nice of you. I wish I could get Jeremy to do the same for me." Jeremy was off at college, or maybe even done with college, I wasn't sure. I did know that he was tall and thin, something I thought unusual given his mother's petite form.
"Do you have roof problems too?"
"I think I have a leak around the chimney."
"Well, I should be done here in about an hour. I can take a look at it if you like."
"Are you sure? I don't want to impose."
"It's no problem. I will already be sweaty and dirty so I might as well get more work done. Beside, I like doing favors for people."
Throughout our conversation I had basically been looking right down on her. Hidden behind my sunglasses, my eyes had spent a fair amount of time trained on her cleavage. Karen had invested in some augmentation and it wasn't subtle. Her yellow bikini top pressed her large breasts together to form an inviting line of cleavage. It looked like she had kept in shape, too. Her legs were still shapely and smooth and she didn't have much evidence of her age around the waistline. It's a rare woman who can confidently wear a 2-piece at that age.
I returned to my work and she stuck her nose back in her book. It would have moved along more quickly had I not kept stealing glances toward her. She never acknowledged my presence again, although near the end of my labor I noticed that she has pushed off the sarong to expose both of her well tanned and still lovely dancer's legs. Visions of that long-ago night kept floating through my head of those legs astride me as Karen mounted me from above. I had to concentrate on the roofing nails to ease the tension in my jeans and to keep my fingers unsmashed. I was mostly successful.
Once my repairs on Dad's roof were complete I came down the ladders and took off my shirt. The summer has been nasty this year and at 10:00 in the morning it was already near 90 degrees and I was soaked. Dad had left me a towel and a spare shirt but had left a while earlier to get to a job across the state. I had a key to the house of course – I grew up there – but he had just done me the courtesy of making them easily available.
I toweled off as I walked to Karen's back yard. I used to be a well built young man but the years have worked on me as much as anybody else. I could stand to lose 20 pounds but at least I still have my upper body. My arms, back and shoulders are still impressive, I think. Anyway, I was certainly not afraid to show off a bit and my mind had been slipping steadily into the gutter all morning. I had been terrified back then, caught masturbating to very candid photos of Karen, but now things were different.
She looked up as I approached and I could see her eyes linger on my exposed chest for a moment.
"All done on your dad's roof?"
"Yup. He only had a few shingles that needed attention. That and the monthly gutter cleaning."
"The gutters do take a lot of work here. Are you sure you don't mind doing this for me?"
"I don't mind at all. Happy to help."
She rose, leaving the sarong on the deck chair and allowing me an unfettered view. 15 years had done what 15 years will do but she had been waging a valiant battle against the demise of her youth. Her skin was a little looser and her wrinkles a little deeper, but she was still beautiful. Her round face and wide, smiling lips combined with her pixie hair cut to make her look a little "Betty Boop-ish." And her new breasts were astounding. Easily D cups, they strained at the fabric of her bikini top. As she passed to walk in front of me I smelled her perfume, lightly mixed with sweat. She smelled wonderful and flowery with a hint of something spicy.
She pointed out some areas where she had concerns and mentioned a gutter she knew was coming loose, so I set about getting my ladders and tools over to her house. My head was full of Karen's sight and smell but I figured I was just in heat. I hadn't been getting much action of late so I was feeling a bit anxious. I rearranged my slightly swollen member and got back to work. She gathered her book from the back porch and went inside, telling me to ring the doorbell to let her know when I was done.
Her gutters were awful. They looked like they hadn't been cleaned in years and were clogged with soggy gunk and leaves and even some small trees attempting to take root in the stuff. It was unpleasant but I scooped it all into trash bags and repaired the one hanging gutter. I had thought she got married a few years ago but I had not seen a ring on her finger, and if there were a man living here he should at least be cleaning the gutters regularly.
After the gutters I checked out the chimney area, and sure enough there was a bit of flashing which had come loose. That was an easy patch-up and the rest of the roof seemed to be in good shape. That's when I went sight seeing.
Karen's house was built so that some of the upper windows were visible from the lower roof. I pretended to inspect the rest of the roof and window caulking, but really I was just looking in her windows. I remembered the layout from the past and went straight for the master bedroom window. I squatted down in front of the window and ran my hands around its perimeter while I peered inside.
