The temperature inside our house had been worrying me. It was summer and the house was too hot. I climbed a ladder and peered through a manhole in the kitchen ceiling to check the roof cavity in our house one Saturday morning and told my wife June what I discovered.
"Did you know we don't have any insulation in the roof?" I called down to her with my head still in the roof while she was supposed to be watching me on the ladder.
She must have lost interest in me because her response sounded like she was at least a room away. "Are you going to fix it?" she called back to me.
Climbing down the ladder I located June in our living room and explained to her that I could go to Bunnings and buy some insulation and then fit it in the ceiling myself.
She looked unimpressed. "I think you need to get professionals in so you don't accidentally get yourself killed putting it in wrong." She said that she had read about that happening in the papers from time to time.
I tried to assure her that it was perfectly safe. But she tutted at me. "Well," she huffed, "I'd prefer not to have your dead body on my hands, having to work out what to do with it and how to clean up the mess and then have to work out then how to get the insulation placed in there, so perhaps you could organise someone trained to do it instead." And having won that discussion, she left me alone, heading off to do whatever it is that she does in the backyard when I am not around her.
So it was up to me to organise the workers. I wondered that June had not mentioned anything to me about what happened with the plumber I had called in to fix the leak in the kitchen. Perhaps June preferred to bide her time about how she would ultimately deliver retribution for having walked in to find the plumber first spanking and then fucking me. I had decided not to be the first to raise it but was worried that June had been dangerously quiet on the matter. Mind, our sexual life had improved, so there was that. I was rather relieved that June had not brought spanking into our marriage yet.
But now the insulation. I thought I'd be radical this time and chose a company from the end of the alphabet, Your Insulation Solutions, and gave them a call. I spoke to their efficient receptionist who seemed caring enough and suggested that they could have someone around on Monday to have a look.
"You're not going to be coming around yourself?" I teased.
"No," she responded flatly, "I'm just the receptionist. I don't have a white card. It will be one of our qualified, experienced installers."
Well at least I hadn't made that mistake again.
Monday, I worked from home so that I could deal with Your Insulation Solutions. June had gone in to her office. Our doorbell rang about ten o'clock. I noticed a nondescript white car parked in our driveway, and I opened the door to a casually dressed young guy holding a tablet with a serious professional air about him. I explained my problem as he followed me into the house while he flicked through the tablet pointing out my best options. He walked through the entire house to get an idea of the quantity that we would need. We agreed on the requirements and the price and he produced a quote which he emailed to me as we spoke. I was impressed at the amount of paper he didn't need to use.
"We can get it installed on Wednesday," he told me.
"I'll see you then," I replied with gratitude.
"Oh no," he smiled as he headed for my front door. "I just do the estimates. The installing team will be here on Wednesday to sort you out then." And he left.
On Wednesday morning a white van appeared in my driveway while I was watering the front garden. A woman got out of the van and walked over to me with a smile on her face. She wore the mandatory hiviz company top but I was relieved to see that she also wore full length matching hiviz pants, not shorts. But nothing could hide her perky breasts, large brown eyes and long dark hair. She walked up to me, close enough for me to smell whatever alluring scent she had on.
"I'm April. With the insulation," she announced in a confident, professional manner, hoping to make eye contact with me, I guess, and drag my gaze away from her impressive bust. She was telling me that usually two workers came out to do the job, but Terry or Andy or someone had called in sick or something. I wasn't really listening.
"I had a plumber who looked a bit like you in last week," I blurted. "She was a woman too," I added, feeling immediately stupid for saying it. I decided it was time to look into her big, brown eyes.
She gave me a tired stare. "Well, we do make up fifty percent of the population," she reminded me with a tone that wondered why she had to keep reminding people of that.
There should be a reckoning for that sort of lip, I thought to myself. Reminding myself too that I ought to be a little more cautious with her than with the plumber if she was going to get what she deserved. Maybe I should try to think a step or two ahead before inciting anything this time.
She gave me a hopeful smile. "I should be able to get the job done by myself. It doesn't look very complicated." She realised that I was still staring at her. "If it's all right, I'll get on with what I'm here to do," she suggested.
"Uh, yeah sure," I stammered, "this way," pointing foolishly to what was obviously the front door. I went to turn off the water at the tap, so I had the pleasure of following April into my house as she lugged in her ladder. That involved watching her buttocks swaying, clearly defined by her well-fitting pants. I could easily imagine what she would look like without the pants on. Of course I expected that would stay a fantasy, but after the plumber, who knows? As I was thinking about her in the nude April turned around with a wide, inviting smile.
"You will keep me steady while I'm up the ladder, right?" she suggested. "If you're not busy?"
I shrugged, trying on the nonchalance. "Health and safety and all that," I replied. "I wouldn't want you coming to any harm while you were working in my house. I'll just message my boss, that I'll be busy for a while." Funny that hadn't occurred to me before the watering.
April looked at me, curiously.
"I'm here because I'm working from home today," I explained to her.
She smiled and I kept up the shrugging thing. I did what I had to do to keep the boss off my back. As April climbed the ladder I took up my position near her feeling initially that I was not going to be distracted by this undeniably attractive woman who was mercifully dressed from neck to ankles in appropriate working clothes. Given that her head and upper body was now above the level of the ceiling, I only had her legs and backside to worry about. The ladder seemed pretty well anchored to the floor, so I was able to study April's legs, concealed as they were. She seemed lithe yet muscular under her clothes. I convinced myself that any dream of confirming this would be unlikely. Nonetheless, my eyes strayed up her thighs to notice the pleasing ways that her buttocks widened and how for some reason, her pants had tightened into her crotch giving me a good indication of where her panties fitted underneath and how her bottom curved into her crotch.
Yes, my mind was drifting around with thoughts about how April and I could be better using our time when June burst noisily into the kitchen. I heard a clanging type of noise in the roof and got back to my duty, calling up to make sure April was okay. I checked, she was still balanced on the ladder.
"I've done the shopping," June announced loudly unaware yet of what she'd done. "Thought I'd come home for lunch." I grunted an acknowledgement at her while I concentrated on the descending April. Who stepped down on the floor rubbing the side of her head.
