This story follows on from the last with our divorcee again succumbing to her urges. Whilst it's not entirely necessary to read the first part. The story will make more sense if you do.
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I'd thought I was done with my aunt's former house after what I'd described in the first part of this story. Where I'd had to deal with emptying her house and had an especially naughty encounter in a charity shop.
However, it seems that was not to be. My mother arranged for the property to be valued and wanted me to drop off the keys to the estate agents. Considering all the other work I'd done, this was a relatively minor request and easily done.
The results were predictable. My aunt had lived there for over 30 years and the last 6 a widow. With little to no modernisation having been done for years. Meaning my mother could either sell it for a bargain bin price or invest some of her inheritance in fixing it up.
Naturally, my mother griped about that. Threatening to go to another estate agent hoping for a different answer and then suggesting we could just slap some paint on the worst bits to hide the flaws. I pointed out that banks were far more cautious in giving a mortgage without a full survey. Any 'makeup and mend' approach would be a waste of money.
Reluctantly, she agreed and tried to inveigle me into trying to find a decent builder. I flatly put my foot down on that. I'd spent too much time and effort on the house with nothing to show for it. I think we can exclude the two small jugs, a suitcase of vintage porn magazines and an illicit sexual encounter in the charity shop. I'd not even had anything for all the fuel I'd burned driving back and forth.
I'd happily show whatever builders around and give them the keys, but that was all I was prepared to do. I'd expected more of an argument from my mother, but instead, she agreed. I was a little suspicious that she gave in so easily.
So a few weeks later, just as I was getting ready for work, my doorbell went. Outside was a builder's van and a man in his late forties stood on my front doorstep to ask for my aunt's keys. My mother had engaged him to survey the house and make a list of things that absolutely needed doing and price it up.
Late in the afternoon, he calls my mobile phone and asks if we can meet at the house and discuss a few things he'd found. And to make matters worse, he didn't work evenings or weekends. So I agreed to meet him at my aunt's house at 8 am the next day.
Then I had to get my boss to agree to let me come in late. He groused and grumbled as expected. Saying how I was still relatively new. And I shouldn't do things on such short notice. But I knew he'd let me off as he was sweet on me.
He was past retirement age, but I'd heard his wife died suddenly just before he was due to retire. He begged the company owner to allow him to keep working as he couldn't stand it at home alone. He liked the company in the office, especially the female company. Whenever I went into his office, he looked at my legs and he'd often stand a little close when I sat at my desk and tried to peek down my blouse. The girls called him a 'perv' but good-naturedly. He was harmless and a pretty good boss.
As I dressed the next day, I decided to give my boss a little treat for being so understanding over my unplanned time off. I wore a charcoal skirt that ended just above the knee, not strictly short, but all my normal business skirts were below the knee. I also wore a pale lemon blouse with a scooped neckline. Again, nothing slutty, but not something I'd normally wear to the office.
At my aunt's house, I'd just parked when the builder van pulled up. The builder had another man with him, who was in his early twenties, and from their looks, I took him for the builder's son. But it turned out to be his nephew. The younger man seemed a little shy, and a tiny shiver of excitement passed through me as I remembered the 'student' and our encounter in the charity shop.
It was stupid really, but I couldn't help noticing his muscular body. And to wonder what he'd look like naked. I swear ever since I'd found that suitcase full of vintage porn magazines, I'd found myself thinking of what men looked like naked all the time.
It was a little embarrassing going to the local supermarket and coming out with damp panties. I'd lost track of the number of times I'd gone home, pulled out one of the magazines and my vibrator and played with myself through several orgasms. Not as good as the real thing. But a heck of a lot simpler than a proper relationship.
Seeing the long list from the builder brought me back to earth. I knew my mother wanted this work done quickly and cheaply.
"How about we start with the most serious stuff first?" I asked the builder.
"OK Luv, the chimney stack needs repointing, and the flashing replaced. Water had been getting in and rotting the timber of one of the bedroom ceilings."
Knowing my mother would complain if I didn't see this for myself and confirm the builder wasn't just trying to pull the wool over our eyes.
"Can you show me?" He looks me up and down and shrugs.
"Sure, Bob go grab the step ladders from the van." I have to stifle a giggle.
"Seriously Bob the builder?" The younger man sighs and nods.
"I prefer Rob."
"Sorry, you get that a lot." I apologised.
"Especially from Uncle Dick."
"Hey, it's Richard to you." The builder replied, scowling and earning a grin from his nephew.
On the upstairs landing, there was a hatch in the ceiling I'd not noticed before. However, as I walk past the master bedroom I pause as I spot it still has the bed in it.
"What is that doing there?" I ask myself out loud as I stand in the doorway.
"What?" Rob asks, moving to stand very close behind me.
He's not looming exactly, although he is very large compared to me. I get a sense of his masculinity as he looks over my shoulder.
"That bed, it should have gone with everything else."
"Let's have a look?"
Rob puts his hand on my side as he steps around me and I get a little electric thrill at the contact.
"What's up?" Richard asks as he comes over to stand next to me. He's not as imposing as his nephew, although still a big man.
"This bed was supposed to go with the furniture," Rob replies.
