Bart slid the shingle into place and
nailed it down with three shots from his nail gun. Wiping his
face, he looked around to find that he was out of shingles. He
still had a large area left to finish. Somebody had fucked up
and that somebody was Phil, his boss. Swearing at the loss of
time, he pulled the hose from the nail gun and climbed down the
ladder. He slid the nail gun into it's case and turned off the
compressor. He wiped his face again and looked around for the
hose. It was about 90 degrees in the San Fernando valley, but at
least 130 up on that black roof. He didn't relish the idea of
going back up there. What he needed was a nice tile roof, maybe
Bart turned on the hose and held it above
his head. The cascade of cold water took his breath away. He
stood under the cold shower for several minutes, before he
realized that the woman of the house was standing in the picture
window before him. He waved and shut off the water.
"Mrs. Curtain!" he called. She waved and
made her way to the front door.
"Hi Bart," she said, giving his firm body
the once-over. He realized that she was admiring his figure in
the wet t-shirt. He didn't mind, constant work in the hot sun
tended to harden his body, in the summer months at least.
Roofers didn't work in the winter, hot weather was needed to melt
the tar strip which held the shingles into place.
"Can I use your cordless?"
"Sure, Bart. Do you want to come
"Not dripping, I don't," he laughed,
shaking some of the water out of his long hair, then flinging it
back over his shoulder.
"Oh, don't worry about it, come on in,"
she insisted, holding the door open. Bart reluctantly skipped
inside, then stood dripping on the rug. She reached behind her
nearly perfect ass and yanked a towel off a shelf, then handed it
to him, while glancing at his body again. Bart dried his hair,
while following the sway of Mrs. Curtain's hips with his eyes, as
she went to the phone, standing on the table.
She had been hitting on him since the day
he arrived. Normally he wouldn't mind, sex tended to lessen the
complaints of a customer. He didn't mind call-backs if they were
for sex. She was about 35 years old, rich, and had a great
figure. Under normal circumstances he would have been sniffing
around that lush ass of hers like a fox terrier. But he had a
fine woman waiting at home, and he didn't want to fuck that
Bart finished drying his hair and tossed
the towel into the open washer with a practiced basketball toss.
He looked down at himself in disgust. Roofers wore levis to
withstand the sharp gravel in the shingles, and most of all the
heat. His levis had lasted out the season, and seen better days.
They were threadbare and saturated with tar. Mrs. Curtain, on
the other hand, was dressed in shorts and a white sleeveless
blouse which was tied above the waist. The top three buttons
were open, one more than had been open when she went for the
phone, he observed. Only her white, lacey bra contained that
mammoth pair of fine looking breasts, which bounced as she
walked. His eyes remained fixed on those breasts as she
approached. She held out the white cordless phone and he took it
absently, then pried his eyes away from her chest. She had a
slight smile on her face.
He dialed, while looking around the room
in order to resist the temptation to stare. It didn't work. His
eyes automatically returned to her breasts as she moved, and they
"Yeah," Phil said in a foul mood.
"Boss, I need more
"Where are you?"
"Where am I? I'm on the Curtain job,"
Bart said in disgust.
"You're still there?"
"Yes I'm still here, and I need more
"Shit, you should have had more than
enough. How many do you need?"
"One square, maybe a bit more," Bart said
as he watched Mrs. Curtain slide her hand into her shirt and
absently rub the cleavage between her breasts. Bart felt his
cock hardening in his pants. She probably wasn't doing it to
tease him, it was just an absent gesture.
"Fifteen year, double tabs," Bart
reminded him as he watched Mrs. Curtain's breasts bulge and
vibrate around her hand. He was so close he could almost smell
them. What a pair of breast. And as far as he could tell, her
husband was gay. What a horrible waste of a good woman.
"The truck is going to Del Rio the first
thing in the morning," Phil said in a distracted manner, "I will
have them drop a few off. You have enough to last out the
Bart started to say no, then thought
better of it. "Sure, as long as the truck shows up early."
"It will. Finish the shingles and clean
that job sight before you leave. I want you out of there by
Bart watched Mrs. Curtain sit on the arm
of the couch, then cross those long, sexy legs of hers. They
were tempting, very tempting. What the hell, Brenda would never
know. He had the afternoon free now. Just a little taste...
"Ok boss, thanks a lot," Bart said,
hanging up and stepping forward to give Mrs. Curtain the
"Any problems?" she asked with a slight
"None that I can think of. I guess I'm
free until morning. I might knock off early," he said, blatantly
staring at her breasts. He licked his lips, then glanced up at
her face. She was all smiles.
"You could spend some time with me," she
offered in a quiet voice.
"Yeah, I guess," he tried to sound
"It's too hot for the hot tub, and the
sun is brutal out at the pool, but I do have a whirlpool in my
bedroom. Are you interested?"
"A whirlpool? Sure, if your husband
"He won't. He has few interests at home,
but many at his office. He never comes home until he has too.
We have hours yet."
Bart sank down to tie his shoe. He
stared at the long, sexy legs crossed just a few inches in front
of his face. He could see right up the open leg of her shorts,
clear up to her panties. His cock hardened more, beginning to
throb and hurt. He fumbled with his shoe lace for another
moment. Mrs. Curtain took this as an invitation and slowly
stood. Her pussy was now directly in front of his face. Her
pussy was so close he could smell it. It smelled delicious, a
little like pussy and a little like lilacs. The small blue and
yellow lines on her white shorts were so close that they blended
into a collage of color. He hardly noticed. He inhaled deeply,
taking in her heavenly aroma. Slowly, with a will of their own,
his hands came up and touched the back of her legs. Gently, they
slid up into her shorts, until each hand held a cheek of her ass.
He kneaded them firmly, while pulling her pussy up against his
nose. He inhaled again. He heard her take a deep, shuddering
breath. She moved slightly, spreading her legs.
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