Bathroom Remodel Project

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After I retired I started doing small remodeling projects. One of my neighbors asked me if I’d help him remodel his bathroom. His wife wanted to do a complete “gut job”; removing everything and starting over. So, it was a fairly big project and would likely take a few weeks to complete. They figured they could save a few bucks by doing some of the work themselves and then hire me to help out with the heavy part that Dan couldn’t do on his own.

Dan asked me to stop by the house to work up an estimate for my part of the job. He was still fully employed and wouldn’t be home, but said that I could let myself in through the garage service door.

As I walked down the upstairs hallway toward the bathroom I heard music coming from the middle bedroom. Since the door was ajar, I could see a redheaded woman moving gently to the beat of the music. She was dressed in a black lacy bra and panties that accented her freckled, silky white skin. Her slim body and firm ass swayed seductively as she brushed her red hair in front of the mirror.

Suddenly she stopped as she caught my reflection in her mirror. She quickly grabbed her robe and held it up to her chest as she turned to face me. “Oh god, sorry,” she exclaimed. “Dan just called me a minute ago to say you were coming to do the estimate. I didn’t think you’d be here so soon.”

“Sorry mam,” I offered as I admired her shapely body. “Dan didn’t tell me that anyone would be home. Hope I didn’t scare you.”

“He probably forgot. That’s so like Dan. I’m Helen, Dan’s sister. I’m visiting for a couple of weeks while my house is being remodeled.”

“Nice to meet you, Helen. Well, I better get to that estimate.”

Helen slipped on the robe, which gave me a full view of her nice tits and flat stomach as she threaded her arms into the sleeves. She didn’t seem shy or embarrassed to be showing me her body so scantily dressed in her bra and panties.

“How long were you looking at me through the door?”

“I wasn’t staring at you, mam. Like I said, Dan didn’t tell me that anyone was home. Otherwise, I’d have rung the bell.”

Helen looked at me carefully. “Well, I hope you don’t think you can walk by my room and take a peek any time you feel like it. I’d hate to think that Dan hired a pervert to work for him.”

Helen’s implication that I was somehow a pervert annoyed me. I was like any other red blooded guy. I certainly enjoyed looking at a sexy woman. And I’ve looked at my fair share of magazines and porn over the years. And, I must confess that I rarely turn down an opportunity to visit a strip club. But a pervert? No, I’m certainly no pervert.

“Look, mam, I’m just here to give Dan an estimate for the bathroom remodel,” I replied trying to hide my anger at her ‘pervert’ comment. (Under the circumstances I figured it was best to just let it go.)

I continued on to the bathroom and got the measurements I needed to work up the estimate. The wonderful scent of Helen’s soap and shampoo still lingered in the humid air from her shower. No question she was a sexy woman.

Seeing Helen’s sexy body must have put my mind on the thought of watching hot, scantily clad women dancing because I couldn’t resist the impulse to stop by the local strip club on my way home. The Bare and Ball was a local bar that featured strippers dancing on a small stage along with a couple of pool tables in the back; hence the name Bare and Ball. Although there were other strip clubs in the area, this one had the reputation for having the hottest dancers.

I took my usual seat at the bar and ordered a pitcher of beer. After I’d downed a couple of glasses I was approached by Angel. She was a brunette about 5-3 with a tight ass and the biggest natural tits you’re likely to find. Many of the strippers had “done up” their tits with implants, which are certainly fine, but I tend to favor the natural look as compared to a pair of bolt-ons.

“Would you like a dance, baby?” Angel purred as she rubbed her big boobs against me and massaged my thigh. I did my best to look her in the eye, but my attention was constantly diverted by her bodacious knockers that strained against the little bikini top that just barely casino şirketleri covered her nipples. Her hand lightly massaged my cock through my jeans. How could a guy refuse an offer like that?

Lap dances were performed in the back of the bar on chairs that were lined up along the wall. Not much privacy, but it offered a full view of the stage and the other lap dances in progress.

Angel started by swaying seductively in front of me clad only in her skimpy bikini top and bottoms. Seeing her silky white skin brought back the image of watching Helen earlier that day. Soon Angel reached behind her back and unleashed the bra that was barely restraining her titties. She leaned forward and slapped my face back and forth with her massive boobs before letting me get a full, up close look at her erect nipples.

The Bare and Ball had very liberal rules regarding lappers. Your hands were allowed to roam pretty much any where except the kitty. When Angel turned around and started grinding her ass into my crotch, I took the opportunity to cup her tits in my hands and massage her nipples between my fingers.

“Oh baby, you’ve got soft hands. That feels so good,” Angel purred as she leaned her head back against my shoulder. She then turned around to face me and straddled my lap as she continued to grind against my growing cock. At this point my hands were roaming all over her tits and ass. She offered me each nipple for a little suck.

Sensing that Angel was enjoying the body massage that I was administering, I slowly moved my hand between her legs and brushed against her pussy that was covered by just a small triangle of fabric. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. “Oh baby, you can’t do that. I’ll get in big trouble.”

“Who’s going to know?” I countered.

“The boss has cameras back here. I’ll lose my job,” Angel said as the song ended.

Angel got off my lap and extended her g-string to accept my cash. “Thanks, baby,” She purred. “You’re a really dirty old man, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been called worse,” I said as I watched her wiggle her tits into her little bra.

“But you’re a cute dirty old man,” Angel said with a smile. “Come back and see me again. We’ll see what happens.”

I returned to my stool at the bar. I had a semi-hard cock which was my acid test that Angel’s lapper was pretty good and definitely better than average. However, your mileage may vary.

After I got home, I took a shower to wash off the cheap perfume, lipstick and stale beer smell. As the hot water washed away the odor of the day, images of Helen and Angel passed through my mind. I’d been called a pervert and a dirty old man all in the same afternoon. Hey, I may be retired, but I’m not dead. I’d give them a bigger cock and better time than they’d get from most guys.

Pervert…

Dirty old man…

I fantasized about having both of them at the same time. I stroked my hard, soapy cock as I imagined Angel on her knees sucking my cock while I played with Helen’s pussy. The fantasy was so vivid that I rubbed one out right then as I imagined Helen and Angel on their knees taking turns sucking me off.

I worked up the estimate for Dan that evening. He had asked me to call him as soon as it was ready. I gave him the quote and then went on to tell him about my encounter with his sister.

“I’m sorry about that,” Dan started. “She’s just visiting for a few weeks. Actually, she’s my stepsister. We were both adopted at birth. If you notice, we don’t look much alike.”

“No problem,” I said. “I just wanted you to know that she seemed upset that I was going to be working with you.”

“Yeah, she can be difficult. She was a real handful for my parents when she was a teenager. She got into trouble at school for wearing short skirts and revealing clothes. She had a “reputation” if you know what I mean. And she gave my brother-in-law real fits while they were married. Finally, he couldn’t take it any more and left. Then she hooked up with a biker, which didn’t end well.”

“I saw the Harley tattoo on her lower back,” I offered.

“How did you see that?”

“She was in her bra and panties.”

“Bra casino firmaları and panties? You must have made quite an impression,” Dan said with a chuckle.

“Not really. The bedroom door was open.”

“Oh…,” Dan paused thoughtfully. “Well, don’t let her give you any shit. If she causes you any problems, let me know. The quote looks good. You can start tomorrow, if you want.”

I arrived at Dan’s house around 8 am the next morning. This time I rang the front doorbell so as not to surprise Helen. She answered the door dressed in short shorts and a low-cut top that showed off her ample cleavage and bare midriff.

“Dan told me you would be starting today,” Helen said matter of factly. “Can I get you some coffee?”

“No,” I replied. I had a cup at breakfast this morning.”

“Your wife takes good care of you.”

“Well, not really. She passed away a couple of years ago.”

“Oh, I see,” Helen said. “Sorry to hear that. I lost my husband, too. That’s why I’m having my house remodeled. I’m going to sell it and move on.”

We exchanged a few more pleasantries before I proceeded to the upstairs bathroom. Helen went into the kitchen.

The bathroom was still steamy. The delicate fragrance of Helen’s soap and shampoo lingered in the air. I pulled back the shower curtain in preparation for removing the tile that surrounded the tub enclosure. Her soap, shampoo and bath sponge were still in the tray. Apparently, Helen felt no need to remove anything from the bathroom prior to my starting work. Then my gaze went to the corner of the tub where I spotted a medium size dildo. It was about 6 inches in length, pliable, black with a nice pair of balls and a suction cup on the end.

I put the soap, shampoo, etc on the bathroom counter, but was unsure about what to do with the dildo. I picked it up and examined it a little more closely. It was about as long as my equipment, but thicker. The silicone rubber made it stiff, but still pliable enough to closely resemble a natural erection. ‘So, this is how divorced women keep themselves satisfied,’ I thought. As I turned around to put the fake boner on the counter with the other bath items I came face to face with Helen standing in the doorway sipping on a cup of coffee.

“I can’t believe you’re such a pervert,” she said as she placed the cup of coffee on the counter and reached for the dildo.

I pulled the dildo away from Helen’s grasp. “Pervert?” I responded. “Hey, I just found this on the edge of the tub. I didn’t bring it here. This isn’t mine. Who’s the pervert?”

Helen looked at me directly. “OK, maybe I’m a pervert, but I’m an open pervert. You’re a closet pervert, which is worse.”

“I’m no closet pervert. I may be a dirty old man. There’s a difference.”

“Oh yeah,” Helen said assertively. “You’re a dirty old man? You like those young little sluts? You like ’em young and trashy? That’s what you older guys want, isn’t it? Some young pussy.”

“Look,” I said finally. “I may be old, but I’m not dead.”

Helen reached for the dildo again, but I pulled it away. Then Helen lunged for it again. “Give that to me. Dan would be so pissed, if he found out that you came on to me like this,” Helen said coyly.

“I’m not coming on to you, lady.”

“Oh, no? Then why were you spying on me yesterday? And why were you looking at my little toy? Do you think I’m sexy?”

I paused and looked at Helen’s cleavage which she clearly had on display for my benefit. My eyes drifted downward as I admired her long sexy legs. Strangely my cock stirred in my pants as I thought about her in the tub, legs spread wide, pleasuring herself with the dildo earlier in the morning.

Helen put her hands on her hips. “OK, looks like the only way to solve this is for you to show me your goods. You might as well whip it out, which is only fair.”

By now my cock was semi-erect and straining against my zipper. I thought for a split second that maybe that wasn’t a good idea, but the notion quickly faded as I looked at Helen’s big tits that were spilling out of her tight, low cut top. “You want me to show you my dick?”

“Yeah, seeing as how you’ve güvenilir casino been spying on me, now it’s my turn to take a look at your package.”

I unzipped my jeans, reached in and pulled out my cock.

“Wow, no wonder those younger girls like you. Wow! Go ahead and stroke it.”

“I haven’t been spying on you,” I said defensively. “You had your bra and panties on. I didn’t see anything that I couldn’t see on any beach. Those young co-eds go around almost naked on the beach,” I said as I slowly stroked my growing erection. I hadn’t had any pussy in some time, so the thought of doing it with Helen was having its affect on me.

“I can’t really blame you for ogling those young chicks. But you are still a pervert. You old guys think you have a chance to fuck the young babes. But let me tell you, they aren’t smiling at you, they’re laughing at you.”

I ignored Helen’s comment about me wanting younger women. “Since we’re getting personal here. Why don’t you show me your tits,” I urged.

“Keep stroking it. You really need to get this out of your system. I can’t keep my bedroom door locked all summer,” Helen said as she unbuttoned her top and allowed it to drop to the floor. Her titties sagged a little, but they were still sexy as hell. Her nipples became fully erect as she cupped and rolled them between her fingers. “You’re very lucky I’ve taken to this idea. Dan would be furious about this.”

“Who says Dan has to know. I’m not one to kiss and tell, ya know,” I said reassuringly. “You’ve got nice tits.” I said as I continued to stroke my now fully erect cock.

“It’s fun to watch you stroke it,” Helen purred as she stepped closer to me. “Do want to suck my nipples and play with my titties This is exactly what you wanted to see, isn’t it?”

I massaged Helen’s breast with my free hand as I continued to stroke my cock. Helen reached down and took control of the stroking. Her soft hand felt fantastic on the shaft of my erect dick. She reached for the dispenser of lotion on the bathroom counter and pumped a couple of squirts into her palm.

“Oh, that feels so good,” I managed to say as Helen stroked my well lubed dick. “Why don’t you take your shorts off,” I urged.

“Do you want to see my ass?” Helen said as she expertly jerked my cock fast and hard. “You’re such a pervert. All you dirty old men want the same thing.”

Helen stopped briefly to unbutton her shorts and let them drop to the floor. “You want to shoot it on my ass, you old pervert? I’ll clean it all up so Dan won’t suspect anything.”

Helen continued to stroke my cock fast and hard with her lubed hand. It felt slick and wet, just like a hot pussy. Then she pinched and sucked on my nipples for a little bit. After a couple of minutes of her expert attention I got to the point of no return. “You’re going to make me cum, if you keep jacking me off,” I forewarned.

“Shoot it on my ass,” Helen replied as she bent over to give me a full view of her cute butt. “I’ll be a good girl and clean up your mess. I’ll take care of your cum just like a good slut. You’re such a pervert. Stroke it and let me feel it on my ass, you dirty old man. This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it.”

I could feel my cum boiling in my balls. I stroked my cock a few more times before shooting a few ropy strands all over Helen’s tattoo. She reached behind her and rubbed it into her skin.

“You came real good, baby. Not bad for an old guy like you,” Helen said as she turned around to face me.

The perspiration dripped from my face onto my chest. I wiped my face with a towel that was on the counter and then reached for another one that I handed to Helen. “You might need this,” I offered.

“I’ll clean up your mess in the other bathroom,” Helen said with a slight grin. “Since you’re such a pervert, I bet you aren’t done with me, yet. But don’t get the idea that you can do all your pervy things to me every time you come over here.”

“No, I don’t think that,” I said unconvincingly.

“OK, then you better get back to work. I don’t want Dan to think I’m keeping you from getting stuff done around here,” Helen said as I watched her ass sway seductively as she walked down the hallway toward her bedroom.

That wasn’t my first encounter with Helen nor would it be the last. The bathroom remodel would take a few weeks and there is more to tell about me and Helen. But that is the subject of another story.

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