When I got the text message about Joe, I was shocked. Any time that a rare condition takes someone's life before they reach old age, it's a surprise, and then it seems like a bunch of confused scrambling to try to get everything arranged. Joe was married to Lisa, and I had worked with both of them for years, so one of the first things that I did was send Lisa a short message of condolence and offer my help in any way that she might need.
As is typical with situations like this, her family took care of a lot of things and, as much as I was willing to help, there was nothing asked of me. I went to the service for Joe and I saw Lisa there. It was a busy time so I just got to speak with her briefly and give her a hug. The next day I sent her another message and repeated my offer of helping her if she needed anything. The reply that she sent me was just "Thank you Kevin" but I just wanted her to know that she had options.
It must have been 3 months later when I sent Lisa another message just to check in and we had a bit of a casual back and forth conversation for 5 minutes or so, mostly about how she was adjusting. I closed with my offer of 'if you need anything' again and mentioned house repairs and maintenance as well. She said that she had been trying to get someone for about a month or so and that she might take me up on the offer. I made it clear that I could do it any time and that it was no trouble.
About 5 weeks later I got a message from Lisa saying that she still had no luck getting someone to help her out, so I told her that I could definitely check it out. We arranged a time and I folowed her directions, easily finding her place. I commented on how big the place was and she mentioned that they had been there for quite some time. "It must be getting close to paid off then?" I asked.
"I used some of the life insurace for that." she said.
"Well, that's what it's for. It takes some of the stress off of you while you are overwhelmed with everything else." I said.
"Yeah." she responded, nodding while looking around. It seemed a little sad but only seconds later, she said "Well, let me show you the place." and Lisa gave me a little tour, pointing out issues that she wanted taken care of, including some trim and moulding that needed work.
"You could just hammer that on." I told her "You don't need anyone to do that."
"Kevin, I don't do hammers!" she said laughing "No construction work!" she announced and laughed again, "The ladder weighs more than me!". I laughed along with her but took note of the few issues. The ladder didn't weigh more than her but she was only 100 pounds so it was a funny comment. "I'm just going to have some wine while you work at that!" she laughed again and walked away giving me the perfect opportunity to check out her ass. My motivation really was just to help even though I always had the hots for Lisa.
The fact that she was married up until Joe passed was another thing, as I was just not into trying to bang other people's wives, and especially wives of people who I knew. Ann had been the only married woman that I had been involved with and that was 10 years ago, when I had a lot less experience. Also, the way that the situation with Ann had built up was so completely unique with how much I had fantasized about her, then having her making the first move and all. The way that it went after that was all me, but my actions weren't what got it started.
That Lisa was technically no longer married, was something that was not lost on me, it was just that I tucked it away for now. That didn't stop me looking at her when I had the chance and having carnal thoughts. Her tiny body had me looking a lot. I was engrossed in the tasks of fixing a few things, and with the moulding and trim, after I had fastened it back on, I caulked the edges and gaps. Once in a while she would find me and look at what I was doing, then chat for a minute or two. Her departure always had me watching her and thinking about how long it might have been since she last had sex.
It didn't take that long and I mentioned that I could come back and paint them another day after the caulking was dry. "Oh no, I can paint it." she said "No problem!"
"Ok, that's good then." I answered.
"How much do I owe you for the work you did though?" she asked. It took me a few minutes, but I convinced her that it was ok and that I was happy to help her. She thanked me and I gave her a very casual, quick hug, and left. A week passed and I get a call from her. When I answered, she was saying "Kevin, I went to paint those trim pieces and I think the paint is bad." After a short conversation, I ended up heading to her place again, taking some paint with me just in case.
When I arrived, Lisa already had her wine glass and she was already a little tipsy. "I couldn't use the bad paint so I went right to the wine!" she said laughing. She was in some painting clothes - shorts and a sweat shirt with her hair tied back. Now, even though I was still really only coming here with the purest of intentions, I was having a hard time looking at her and holding back. Lisa is beautiful. I mean 'magazine beautiful' even now, with time putting some little creases around her eyes, laugh lines, etc. All of the guys at work thought that she was beautiful too, with her petite frame, but lots of guys would say "no tits though". Well, that wasn't a drawback for me, even though there really was emphasis on 'no'. Lisa just had nipples.
"The paint is bad, come and check this out." she said and led me to it. All of the way to to the paint, I stared at her ass and I felt my dick pulse and lengthen.
"I brought some if we need it." I offered.
"Ok. We probably will." and as she lifted the lid "See it's black." she giggled "Just my luck!"
"Oh, that's ok." I explained "It's just all of the pigments and different components in the mix. They separate when they just sit in the can. After stirring it, it will be fine."
"What?" she seemed shocked "Really?"
"Oh yeah, it will be like new after some stirring." I assured her. "If it smelled bad, it would be no good but it still smells clean." As I moved to set upon stirring it, she grabbed a stir stick and got right down, sitting on the floor, with a leg on either side of the can and started stirring. She went at it a little recklessly, and before I could instruct her to stir more gently, a fair amount of paint came up over the edge of the can and got onto the hardwood floor, and on her sweatshirt.
"Oh shit!" Lisa says and starts laughing. As she gets to her feet again she grabs a rag to get the paint that is on the floor. She cleans it up reasonably well and then starts wiping at her sweatshirt. The paint had run down and gone onto her shorts. "Damn it!" she mumbles as she holds the sweatshirt out and wipes at it. This is allowing me to see more of her hip and ass.
"There's paint on your shorts too." I offered, looking at the front of her shorts. The paint was just a couple of inches from where I pictured her little muffin.
"Ok. I'm a mess." she said, laughing "I'll be right back." As she walked to the stairs, I watched her small ass sway as she held the sweatshirt up. I felt my cock pulse and lengthen again. I knew what would happen. I would fight my thoughts and eventually lose so with a couple more pulses, my dick was almost fully erect. In my head I said 'no, don't do it' but my lurching penis reminded me that I was not going to win a battle like this. About a minute passed, then I followed her path up the stairs. When I got up on the 2nd level, I just listened and followed the sound of water running.
As I walked through a bedroom and looked around the corner into the ensuite bathroom, I saw shorts, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt all on the tile shower floor. Leaning further in, I could see Lisa facing away from me in just a pair of skimpy underwear at the sink. She shut the water off and dried her hands while I looked at her bare back and her ass with her little underwear stretched over her rounded cheeks.
As she turned around toward me to start on her way out of the bathroom, she was looking at the floor before she lifted her gaze and saw me. "Oh!" she yelped with suprise and tried to cover herself with her hands, frozen in place. "Kevin! What are you doing?" she asked.
"Lisa, I just thought that we needed to get this out of the way." I said just as I grabbed her and pulled her to me. "Wait!" she ordered as I lifted and carried her with one hand holding her ass. Lisa was so light, it was like nothing and I turned, walking right to the bed with her, completely in control. "Wait wait wait!!" she begged quickly. My cock was fully hard at this point and her ass in my hand, had my rod straining.
I started kissing her mouth and groping her ass as she tried to negotiate or question me more, but I already had her on the bed. Lisa still tried to cover her nipples as I looked at her bare torso. "You weren't supposed to come up here." she scolded.
"Lisa this is so long overdue." I told her as I moved her arms from her nipples and palmed them. "You're too hot to not have a guy to give you what you need."
"I don't need anything!" she protested as her hands came up to my hands like she was trying to move mine off of her chest. At this moment, I moved both hands down and hooked my thumbs in her little underwear, stripping them off of her.
"Hey! You can't do that!" she yelped, but I had already done it and as I moved my body back onto hers, I released my erect throbbing cock and had it right up against her crotch. Lisa's pussy had a moderate amount of hair on it. It was like she may have kept it trimmed but was not a shaver. I threw her legs apart and I could see the pink flesh of her slit dividing the furred area between her legs. A quick shift with my hand and my big knob was right against Lisa's hot little cunt.
"Hey!" she yelped, "Hey!"
"Ok, just a second." I spoke calmly as I backed off and dropped my mouth to her cunt.
"Wait!" I heard Lisa say as my mouth sucked onto her clit and I began licking her folds. Drooling on her and sticking my tongue in her fuck hole again and again was incredible and her legs kicked a little at each side of my head. I pulled my clothes off while I sucked her and she gasped and protested "No!" Her hands were in my hair, holding me, not pulling my hair. Sucking a few wet kisses on her clit had her exhaling in long gasping sounds.