She laughed, “I guess it’s my fault. We started on the wrong side. The sun will follow us all day.”
He shook his head, “No, we’re making good time. I bet we’ll be done with the first coat by lunch. We can do the second coat tomorrow to stay out of the direct Sun.”
“Okay. I’ll make sure to keep up with you, Stud.” She spun and walked towards the house as he watched her dress twirl up and almost give him a view of her thong. He shook his head and groaned.
He followed her into the house and grabbed a bottle of water. He put on sunscreen and decided to work without a shirt. A tank top wouldn’t do much, and he was too hot in the long sleeve t-shirt that was wetter than a towel after a shower.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Julia said seeing him return shirtless.
He shrugged, “I know, but it’s too damned hot. I put sunscreen on and hopefully it helps. You got some paint on you.” He used his fingernail to scrape the dot of red off her cheek. Then he rubbed her cheek with his thumb, “That’s better.”
“Thanks,” she sighed, in a daze from his touch. She snapped out of it, and said, “Come on. Let’s get a move on.”
*****
When she came to a window, she needed a ladder to reach the top of the trim around the glass. Eric was just feet away from her backside as she worked in front of him.
She knew he was close to her and sang, “Shake, shake, shake. Shake, shake, shake. Shake your booty.”
He laughed and without thinking he said, “If you shake it any more, I’m gonna blow in my pants.”
She dropped her paint brush and looked down at him shocked at his blatant statement.
“Shit, I’m sorry Julia. I…”
She climbed down the ladder and picked up her brush. She glared at him pretending to be angry and faux slapped him with the wet brush. “More painting, less panting, Stud.”
He used a rag to wipe the smudge of paint from his cheek, never taking his eyes away from hers. “I’m gonna get you back for that, Tease,” he smiled.
“We’ll see,” she said and climbed the ladder. He shook his head and went back to painting.
As they moved in good time along the walls of the barn, there was no more flirting. Eric figured his overt statement ruined the double entendre and playful teases they shared.
It was approaching noon when they finished their job. “Looks good,” she said as she checked for missed spots. “Wait, there’s a spot. Could you grab me the ladder?”
Eric looked and saw that it would be just out of his reach, so he ignored her request for a ladder and abruptly lifted her onto his shoulder.
“Jesus, you could warn a girl next time,” she whined.
He laughed, “Where’s the fun in that. Can you reach it?”
“Yeah, move a bit closer.”
He wasn’t sure but he could smell what he thought was her arousal. It was just enough of a whiff of it that he hardened in response. “Fuck!” he thought as he realized her pussy was inches from his face.
His hand gripped her waist as she sat on his shoulder and bicep. He could easily spin her around and press his mouth onto her pussy. He was almost desperate. Her scent was driving him mad with desire. He had to have her. He had to figure out how to get her without making her mad if she was just a tease.
He didn’t have to worry about it.
“You can put me down now, Stud.”
“Oh! Right. Sorry. I was daydreaming.”
“About what,” she asked with a smirk. Tracing the edge of his pecs with her finger she continued, “Dreaming of me?”
Before he knew it was happening, she pulled his head down and kissed him. After the initial shock, he pulled her body to his and reciprocated the passionate kiss. Their tongues danced as they frantically savored each other’s flavor, until she broke the kiss and panted, “Holy shit!”
He smiled and said, “I have dreamt of kissing you since I had my first hard-on.”
She smacked his shoulder, “Shut up!”
“I’m not joking. I have fantasized about your beautiful body, your luscious lips, your amazing ass, your long legs, fuck…I want you so bad I can’t stand it anymore.”
He lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She laughed and pounded on his back in mock anger, “Put me down, you brute! Ooh!” She shrieked when his free hand spanked her ass.
He entered her bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. “You have two options. We can take a shower together, clean this sweat off our bodies, then make love.”
“I like that option,” she said as she unbuttoned her dress.
“Or,” he continued, “you can lick the sweat from my body and then we can make love.”
She laughed, “Shut up and start the shower, Stud.” She continued to undress and shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this.”
He started the shower and couldn’t believe his luck. Two days prior, he wondered what he would do with his summer, and having sex with Julia wasn’t even in the realm of possibility.
He pulled off his shorts and the boxer briefs that clung to his sweaty body. His cock was hard with anticipation and when he turned around, he lost his breath.
“Jesus.”
“You like what you see?” Julia asked standing before him with her sweaty, nude body glistening.
“Very much.”
She looked down at his manhood and said, “Me too.”
She took his hand and led him under the spray of her walk-in shower.
“I made my asshole ex put in a shower large enough for two,” she sighed. “We never used it together.”
“Was he gay or an idiot?” Eric asked as he grabbed a handful of shampoo.
She laughed, “Honestly, he never told me what his problem was. He cheated on me with a woman, so I suppose he wasn’t gay. I guess he just didn’t find me attractive.”
“Fucking idiot,” he said as he massaged the shampoo into her scalp. “I love the smell of this shampoo.”
She moaned as his strong fingers rubbed her. “I love your hands.” She turned and they kissed until shampoo ran down her face into their mouths causing a laugh.
He took her body wash and massaged her tired shoulders and arms. He avoided her breasts to tease her and continued to wash her back and belly.
“You missed two spots,” she chided.
“Mm, hm,” he grunted as he dropped to his knees. He lifted her foot onto his thigh and continued to rub the soap slowly down her legs; he finished with a lengthy foot rub.
“God! You’re amazing. Do you do this with all your conquests?” she asked.
He laughed, “I don’t have any conquests. At least I don’t look at them that way. That implies there was a battle.”
He smirked at her as he worked her other leg, careful to avoid her pussy, which was desperate for his touch.
“Listen to you brag, Stud. If you don’t start paying attention to my fun bits, I’m gonna leave you with the worst case of blue balls in history.”
He feigned shock, “Dear, Madam. There is no way I would ever touch your body without touching the best parts.”
He worked a lather on his hands and began rubbing her mons, then her outer lips. She moaned when he brushed her clit and sighed when he left it far too soon. He pressed her hips and she turned so he could massage her ass. He marveled at how firm her globes were. Hers was by far the firmest ass on an older woman he’d ever touched.
Finally, he stood and rubbed soap onto her heaving breasts. Her nipples were at least as hard as his cock as he pinched and tugged. Her light brown, puffy areola stood out through the white soap suds, and he thought she looked like one of his favorite porn stars with that rare color for a white woman.