This story is a work of fiction. It was inspired by a wonderful friend and the most beautiful and sexual person I have ever known.
Bob was a retired public school teacher who had begun a second career in carpentry. He liked working outdoors and had always been good with tools. He found that without advertising he could stay very busy. He began by building a deck for the bank president and "word of mouth" had kept him busy for over a year. He could pick and choose his projects and found that he especially enjoyed building decks and porches.
Bob finished a backyard gazebo project early and decided to go scouting for future work. He had several calls and the first house he went to was to rebuild a rotting back deck. He knocked at the door and introduced himself and he and the tall grubby looking homeowner went to look at the deck.
The deck was poorly built and the wood was white pine. It looked like it had never been stained or painted and was rotting away. He told the man that he didn't see much to salvage and the man began to curse. Bob was about to leave, not wanting to work for the foul mouthed man when he looked up to see a woman standing on the deck.
She stood at the railing looking down at him and smiled. When she looked at her husband she did not smile. Bob guessed she was in her early forties and was struck by her sad but pretty face and crystal green eyes. In spite of his better judgment he began to take measurements to be able to give the man an estimate.
Above them the woman had stepped farther down the rail and was lighting a long white cigarette. Both men watched her, Bob marveling at how graceful she looked and her husband grunting his disapproval. "Only sluts smoke, couldn't you wait until this man is gone?" he said with a growl. She extinguished the cigarette in a coke can and quickly went back into the house.
Bob wanted to slug the guy. He had a low tolerance for assholes and this guy was a poster boy for the breed. Still, the woman fascinated him and he could not make himself say what was really on his mind and walk away.
"I have things to do, you measure whatever you want and let me know what it is going to cost." With those words, the asshole walked away and Bob heard him drive away in his van. Bob stood there for a full minute debating the wisdom of continuing but then began measuring again and taking notes.
He heard a sliding door open and close and looked up to see the woman again at the rail above him. She smiled again and her face lit up and he marveled at how beautiful she was when she smiled. He climbed carefully the rotting steps to the deck and said, "Hello, I'm Bob. I'll be out of your way in a few minutes, I just need to measure this thing."
"Hi, I'm Rose," she said shyly and with a shaky voice, "I am sorry my husband is so rude. I thought you would walk out on him."
"It occurred to me," Bob admitted, "I'm not sure why I stayed. I hate a man being rude to a lady."
Rose watched Bob as he measured and he heard the click of a lighter as she lit a cigarette. He glanced her way in time to see her exhale a long slow feather of smoke into the hot afternoon breeze. He looked at all of her for the first time. She was average height, probably around 5' 6" and looked to be in good physical shape. She was wearing a short sleeved blouse and slacks and was barefoot. Bob thought she was very attractive.
Bob had been married for the better part of his adult life. The year before he retired from teaching, his wife had decided she just didn't love him anymore and had moved out. The divorce had been friendly, if that is possible, and since then Bob had worked and gone fishing and spent time with his grandchildren.
Looking at Rose now, Bob suddenly was struck that he was finally attracted to a woman and she was married to the biggest jerk he had met in years. He was definitely attracted to this woman. Her auburn hair was short and neat and her face with no makeup or plucked eyebrows like most women, was more attractive than any he had seen in a long time.
Rose drew deeply on her cigarette and then as she lowered it and exhaled slowly again, Bob realized he had been staring at her and she at him for over a minute. "I'm, I'm sorry mam," he stuttered embarrassed, "you remind me of someone I used to know."
"It's alright," she said, "I was staring at you too, I guess you remind me of someone. Or maybe you were thinking that my husband was right, I look like a slut when I smoke."
"No, not at all," Bob said, surprising himself at his next words. "You look very beautiful when you smoke." Blushing he turned and began measuring the railings.
"I wish my husband thought that, but maybe you are just being polite."
Bob turned and then apologized again and told her that he had always thought a beautiful woman smoking was attractive. His first girlfriend had been a smoker but his ex-wife was avid anti-smoking. Without realizing it the two sat down on the steps side by side and began to talk. Bob found himself opening up to Rose and telling her about his wife leaving him and how he had felt inadequate and had not even thought about another woman.
He told her about his first girlfriend and how she smoked a great deal, even when they were making love. He was embarrassed and apologized again and Rose reached to squeeze his hand and told him it was their secret and not to worry.
He asked Rose then why she tolerated her husband's rude behavior. She told him that her husband had their finances so tied up and hidden that if she divorced him she would have nothing. She also said that their children and grandchildren adored him and would think she was deserting him and she was afraid to lose their love and respect.
"He will not let me wear makeup or do anything else that might make me attractive to other men," she said.
"Well, he failed there because you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen." Bob again shocked himself at his candor.
"Thank you," she said, "but if your were around more you would not think so. To make sure no other men would want me, he will not let me shave any part of my body. If I don't stay covered up I don't look very womanly." Rose put her head down, very red faced at her admission.
Bob listened to her and felt his cock stiffen in his pants. "Rose, he failed again, did you know that some men find natural women to be very attractive? For the first twenty years of our marriage my wife never shaved except during the summer because she knew how much it turned me on." It was now Bob's turn to lower his red face.
In the silence, Rose lit another cigarette, and then told Bob that her husband would be back soon. She said she hoped that he would build their deck and that she had enjoyed their talk. Rose stood and quickly walked into the house and Bob could not find words to even say goodbye.
Bob thought about Rose and her jerk husband for several days and then went by the house with his estimate. The man met him at the door and said, "I'll let you know."
A week later the phone rang and Bob was told he could begin re-building the deck. They agreed on the following Monday. Bob sat staring at the phone wondering how much he would see of Rose and if her husband would be lurking around giving him trouble as he did his work. He worked alone and the last thing he needed or wanted was the jerk watching and commenting. On the other hand, he knew he would welcome any sight or sound of Rose.
At 7AM Monday morning Bob was unloading his trailer and getting ready to start tearing down the old rotting deck. The Jerk met him and then told him he would be gone most of the day. He left a relieved Bob and drove away in his van again.
Bob began tearing the old deck down and had worked nearly an hour when he heard the sliding door open. Rose stepped out onto the deck with a pitcher of ice water and he quickly warned her not to come too far, because his work was making the rotting deck very unstable.
Rose disappeared back into the house and then came out a basement door a few minutes later with the ice water. As Bob gratefully drank it they both stood quietly, as Rose took a long white Salem from her pack and lit it. "Did you mean all the things you said last week or were you just being nice?"
"At my age, I don't feel the need to be a liar to be nice," Bob said, "I was truthful about everything I said. You are a most lovely woman."
Rose thanked him again and they stood talking, sharing grandchildren stories and when he said he was surprised she had grandchildren so old she shocked him by telling him she had just turned 58. She was please that he was so obviously shocked and blushing she took a last long drag on her cigarette and went back into the house.
Bob went back to work and when he began taking down the rotting flooring he heard the basement door open again. Rose said, "I thought you might need some help". Bob was in shock. Rose had changed and was wearing short white shorts and a yellow halter top. Her breasts were molded by the thin cloth and her nipples were hard and her areolas bumpy, he assumed from being in the air conditioning.
Bob guessed Rose was a C cup and her dark nipples and areolas looked so sexy he had to tear his eyes away from her. "Sure, why don't you grab that end and as I knock the other end loose the board won't fall on me."
It was time for another shock as Rose raised her arms to grasp the board over her head. Under her arms was long silky dark hair. It was not overly thick but it was very visible and very sexy to Bob. They stood for a second facing each other and Rose dropped her gaze to Bob's pants which were tenting out.
Bob turned away, "I'm so sorry, oh my god, I hope you aren't offended."
