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   Chapter Two

   It was 2:30 when I got in my truck.  I scrolled down to Martha Samuels'
number on my phone and called her to see if it was okay to come by and look
at her deck.
   "Hello," she answered and once again I had the image of a sexy woman,
just from her voice.
   "Hello Ms.  Samuels, Billy Sherman here, I was wondering if I could come
by and get a look at your deck to see what all it needs," I said.
   "Sure Billy, come on by, you still got the address?"
   "Yes Ma'am, I wrote it down."
   "When you park in the drive, just come around back, through the wooden
gate, I'm back here now," she said in her husky, sexy voice and my cock
jerked hard.
   I was about six blocks away, and made my way over two cross streets and
down to the end of the last street before the outskirts of town.
   I pulled in the drive of a nice ranch style home with light brown brick
veneer and redwood siding above the brick.  I got out and grabbed my tool
belt and strapped it on, an old habit that still comes natural.  When I
walked through the gate, I saw the edge of the wooden deck and the end of
the large, oval shaped above ground pool.  I saw a nicely tanned, nicely
shaped butt, almost covered in a black bikini, slip off the deck and into
the pool as I rattled the gate and walked into the fenced backyard.
   "Hello," I said, as if I hadn't seen her slip into the pool.  My damn
cock was hard again and I had just fucked two sexy, curvaceous young women
a few minutes ago.
   "Hello, I sure hope you're Bill Sherman.  I was sunning on that piece of
shit deck and just slipped into the water when I heard the gate rattle,"
she said as she raised her head above the side of the pool.
   "I'm Bill, sorry if I interrupted your tanning session, the sun is just
right to get a good one today.  I'll try and be out of your way as soon as
I can," I told her as I looked at her face.  She was maybe in her late
thirties, very, very dark tanned with short, light blonde, sun streaked
hair and a pretty smile.
   "No problem Bill, just look under the deck and you can see the posts
leaning; over at the steps, you can really tell how bad it's leaning," she
pointed with her left arm and I saw a small, puffy, dark perfect nipple pop
over the top of the pool as she pulled her top up and started tying it in
place.  VERY NICE, very, very nice, I thought.
   I walked around to where I could see under the side of the deck and saw
water standing.  I walked over to the steps and saw more water under them.
She had a leak and the ground was so soggy, the posts were leaning under
the weight of the deck.
   "Ms.  Samuels, I think I see the problem.  You have a water leak under
here and it's made the ground so soggy, your posts have lost their footing,
causing the deck to lean," I told her as I stood back up.
   "Call me Martha, Bill, you make me sound too old with Ms.  Samuels.  Do
you think it can be repaired or will I have to start all over?" she asked.
   "I can repair it, but first I need to find the water leak and repair it,
then when it has dried some under there, I can repair your deck without too
much replacement of parts," I told her.
   "When can you start?  I love my pool and I love the sun just as much,"
she smiled as she now stood in the chest deep water.  I watched as she
climbed the aluminum ladder inside the pool and stepped out on the rickety
deck to grab her towel.  She turned just a bit and I got a really good look
at her butt and legs.  Martha was well put together and she took very good
care of herself.  Her bikini had slipped over to the split of her buttocks
and she was tanned all the way; I would bet she didn't have the first tan
line either, after seeing her like this.  She reached back and hooked a
finger in her bikini bottoms and pulled them out and back over her shapely
butt cheek.  She looked over her shoulder as she did, and saw me watching.
   "Busted," I said and laughed.
   "You flatter me young man, I try to keep all the parts in place and I'm
proud of what God gave me.  I'll be 40 tomorrow and I hate to even say
those words, but I look in the mirror and have to smile," she told me.
   "Don't call me young man and I'll call you Martha.  You look good
Martha, when I first saw you, I thought maybe 29," I lied.
   "You lie Bill, but I love hearing it, after all I've been through in the
past three years," She said.
   "Well, I don't know what all you've been through, but you sure came out
a winner and that's no lie," I said.
   "Are you through for the day, I'll get us a beer and you can figure me a
price, you do drink beer with your older customers don't you?" she laughed.
   "Sure, it's been a while since I drank a beer, but I love a cold beer
and a conversation with a pretty woman," I said.  She cut her eyes at me
and grinned, then walked barefoot across the deck to the back door, her
butt swaying just the right amount, not flaunting the fact she had a hot
one.
   She walked back out with a small serving tray, two frosted glasses and
two bottles of frosty Miller Lite.  She walked right to the steps where I
was standing and sat on the deck with her feet on the second step.  I
watched as she opened a bottle and slowly poured it into the frozen glass,
she had her knees apart and I could see her tight camel toe.  I looked up
and she was handing me the glass, then she looked down at her crotch where
she had seen me looking.
   "You flatter me Bill, you're not obscene with your glances, but you sure
make me smile when I see your face," she smiled to prove it.
   I took the ice cold beer and sipped it.  Man, I love a cold beer and it
had been so long.  I just didn't have the budget for beer anymore, but ever
since I was in high school, dad and I would have a beer each afternoon.  I
had kept the habit over the years until I had to let it go for lack of
funds.
   "Very nice, I love a cold beer," I said as she took a sip of her beer. I
leaned my glass out to clink glasses in a toast, she looked up at me and
grinned as she clinked her glass with mine.
   "My husband used to do that very same thing Bill," she said, still
smiling.
   "My dad and I did it for years also, just a show of friendship after
work or school," I told her.  "I never really thought much about why we did
it, but looking back, I realize dad is the best friend I ever had."
   "Ours was too, I lost Dan two years ago to cancer, just after I had to
have a double mastectomy," she said, still smiling her easy smile.
   "Sorry you lost your husband, I'm sure it must be hard to cope with," I
said, not knowing a damn thing about what to say to someone who had lost
their spouse, or parent for that matter, let alone having to have both
breasts removed.
   "Don't be sorry Bill, he was a good man and we had the best twenty years
anyone could ever hope for.  He had prostate cancer and it spread quickly.
I found a lump in both my breasts during that time and went to have a
mammogram, it tested positive and I called my sister Margaret.  She and I
cried and cussed and fussed and she went with me on my next visit.  I had
made her an appointment to have a mammogram that day and two weeks later,
we were both having double mastectomies." They caught mine and Margaret's
in time, but not Dan's.  I do miss him, but I don't let myself linger on it
and get down in the dumps," she told me, then took a long sip of beer.
   I looked down at her knees, she was swinging them back and forth, making
her tight camel toe even more evident as the crotch of her bikini would
stretch, then get caught in the crease of her pussy as she closed her legs.
   She saw me looking at her crotch and closed her knees, "Sorry, that's a
nervous habit I've had since I was a small girl, I always swing my knees
when I sit, and it gets worse when I'm around a man and I have no idea why.
I still say you flatter me when you look," she said as she slowly opened
her knees and watched my eyes drop back to look at her.
   I looked at her eyes and we both laughed out loud at the same time.  I
like Martha, I can see why she and her husband had such a good
relationship, she's very attractive and very open about herself.
   "Drink your beer Bill," she said, not an order, but more like pleading.
   I drank the rest of my beer and she drank hers, she took my glass,
placing it on one side of her hips and hers on the other, where she sat on
the deck.  Her knees slowly opened as she looked up at me; I looked down, I
couldn't help from looking.  Martha reached down with her right hand, her
knees wide apart and slipped a finger inside her crotch on the left side.
She slowly pulled her bikini all the way over, exposing her tight brown,
clean shaven pussy.
   I looked back at her eyes, she smiled and I did too.
   "May I?" I asked as I knelt on the ground in front of her.
   "Are you sure Bill?" she asked.
   I didn't answer, I just took my hands and placed them inside both her
knees and pushed them apart.  She continued holding the crotch of her
bikini open as I leaned in and kissed her golden brown pussy.
   She let go her bikini and suddenly the whole front panel loosened as she
untied the strings at her hips.  I pulled the flap down; exposing all of
her tanned belly and her tightly clamped, thin pussy lips.
   I smelled her musk mingled with coconut oil as I leaned over her taught,
tan belly.  Kneeling on the bottom step, I lowered my face to her already
wet, molten hot crevice.
   "OH MY GOD, BILL," she exclaimed as I pressed my tongue to the top of
her mound and let the tip slide between her slippery lips.
   "Stop Bill, please stop.  I'm about to cum, OH FUCK YES.  Suck my pussy,
ohhhhhh GOD YESS," she said as I plowed into her pussy with my tongue.  Her
hands were now behind my head; she had a handful of my hair as she pulled
me against her with all her strength.  Martha loosened her grip on my hair
and leaned back on the wooden deck.  I grasped an ankle in each hand and
picked her feet up to push them back hard beside her buttocks.  Her pussy
was open slightly now and she lifted her butt from the deck boards to meet
me as I reached under her and held her buttocks in my hands while sucking
her pussy.
   She was bucking her lower body upwards wildly as I sucked and pulled her
pussy lips with my own lips.  I felt her pussy began to pulse and quiver
once more and pulled her buttocks to get my face deeper between her thighs
and my tongue deeper inside her tight lips.  Martha shivered and shook and
pulled my hair as she was consumed by an orgasm that must have been long
overdue.
   "Damn Bill, you make me feel like a girl again, I have never in my life
had my pussy sucked like that and I guess I was in need more than I would
admit to myself.  I hope you don't think I'm some sort of slut, you're just
the third man to ever see my pussy and one was my doctor and you're just
the second to put your mouth on me there," she said as she held my face
close and then kissed me on my mouth.
   "My pleasure Martha, you are one very sexy woman.  I hope you don't
think I make a habit of kissing my customers' pussies, but when you showed
me yours, I couldn't resist," I told her.
   "You are the very best Bill, my husband was all over the place down
there, trying to please me, and I loved him with all my heart.  You know
exactly where a woman needs to be touched and where to put your tongue to
make her feel like she's about to lift off.
   "You're good, Bill.  Now let me get a cloth so you can wash your face,"
she laughed.
   I tugged her bikini from under her sexy butt and walked to her pool.  I
wet the small piece of material and washed my face, then I dipped it back
in to wet it again and walked over to wash her pussy and thighs where I had
smeared her juices all over her legs.
   "You're not married, are you Bill?" she asked as she watched me wash her
good.
   "No, I was living with a girl that I really thought would be my wife,
but when I lost my job and the money played out, she was gone in a week. 
It's been five months and I just haven't tried to date, I'm broke and
trying to make it as a handy man now, so no woman's going to date me," I
said honestly.
   "Bill, women love a man because of who and what he is, not because of
his bank account.  If money is the deciding factor, kick her ass out
quick," she smiled.
   "I know all those values Martha, but I feel the need to have at least a
roof to offer a woman before I can ask her to come live with me, I'll get
it going again soon and find me a nice woman.  I just hope she's half the
woman you are and can make me feel as good as you have in just a few
minutes," I confessed.
   "I have a niece, my sister Margaret's daughter, that's just like my own
daughter, I wish she could meet a man like you.  She's tall, beautiful and
sexy, but she's terribly shy," she told me and I knew to never fall for a
niece or a friends daughter that was beautiful but shy.
   "I seem to never meet that kind of girl Martha, I meet the ones that are
out for fame or riches.  I wish I could meet a girl like you, I'd spoil her
rotten."
   "I'm flattered once more, but there are many girls and women out there
that will love you for yourself, you'll find her and she'll know as soon as
she meets you, that you're the one," she said as she stood naked from the
waist down on the steps in front of me.
   "I need to find your water leak Martha, before we lose the daylight
underneath the deck, do you mind if I pull my jeans off to keep from
getting them muddy?" I asked.
   "Will you leave your tool belt on when you do?" she laughed.
   "Sure, what is it about a man with a tool belt?" I asked.
   "I have no idea, except that it turns me on until I drip, just to see
you in your white tee-shirt, starched jeans and a leather tool belt around
your waist," she said as she reached for her bikini bottoms in my hand.
   "I may need some help, measuring under there," I said as I pulled her
bikini back from her hand and smiled.
   "Then pull the shirt and boxers off too and I'll crawl under with you,"
she smiled and unhooked her top.
   I watched as she dropped her bikini top, not a foot from my face, her on
a step higher than me.  Her breasts were perfectly shaped and tanned, her
small nipples dark brown and pointy.  I leaned out and sucked one into my
mouth and felt it swell and puff up in my mouth.
   She pulled back and giggled, "Lets get muddy Bill and then I'll help you
clean up.  Would you really make love to a woman ten years older than you?"
she asked as she watched me strip at the bottom of the steps.
   "Martha, you're one of the sexiest women I've ever met, you better be
really careful, I could lose control and ravage your sexy body until you
fought me off and called 911," I said as I stepped out of my boxers, my
tool belt still around my waist.
   "OH MY GOD, WHAT A COCK, I may call 911, but it'll be for me, if I ever
get that beautiful cock in my belly," she laughed and bent to crawl under
the deck with me.  Her sexy butt was almost more than I could resist as she
knelt beside me in the wet grass.  I leaned over and kissed her butt and
she giggled and scooted faster under the deck.
   When we had crawled underneath, to the center of the deck, I could see
where the water bubbled from the ground and with my fingers, I pulled the
grass and mud back to see a joint in the PVC water line that was leaking.
   I looked in the shaded light and saw a cut-off valve at the foundation
of her house where the waterline to the swimming pool came out.  I crawled
through the sloppy wet grass and soft dirt to reach out and turn the water
off.
   Looking around, I saw at least four 4X4 treated posts that were in the
wettest part and had leaned with the weight of the deck in the loose, muddy
soil.
   "Is it as bad as it looks Bill?" Martha asked.
   "Not as bad as I thought, I turned the water off, you really don't need
it on for now anyway, and when it dries some, I can dig around the posts
and put ready mix back to set them straight and solid once again," I told
her.
   I looked at her as I talked, she was sitting in the mud with the soggy
grass and muddy water all over her shaved pussy, her legs spread wide and
her hands on her knees.  Martha was smiling.
   "You're a very sexy, very beautiful, very open and honest woman, Martha.
I could push you back in that mud and take advantage of you right now," I
said, grinning.
   "Do it Bill, fuck me with your huge cock, right here in the mud.  I want
you.  I need you Bill," she said as she reached out her hands to me.
   "My way first, then you can fuck me Martha," I said, more of a question
than a command.
   "YES, do me in the mud, do me deep and make me a woman once more Billy
Sherman," she smiled in the dim light.
   I grabbed her and turned her around, she moved willingly as I pushed her
forward now.  She caught on quickly to what I wanted and lay on her belly
in the muddy, sloppy grass, her beautiful breasts pushing into the soft
soil as she spread her arms and legs.  Her sexy ass was muddy and I could
see her tight pussy between her shapely buttocks.  My cock was like spring
steel as I leaned forward and crawled between her legs.
   I lowered my body, guiding my cock to her slippery, muddy opening.  My
belly came to rest on her buttocks and I was overcome with lust as I rammed
my cock into her pussy from behind while she bucked her buttocks back to
meet my thrust, as if she knew I could stand it no longer.  I felt the
sensation of water on my balls as they splashed in the mud and water
between her buttocks as I rammed my cock home with each thrust.
   "I feel so fucking wanton, so fucking alive and so full.  Fuck me Billy,
GOD WHAT A FUCKING COCK," she told me as she whipped her belly up and down
in the puddle of muddy water, splashing and making soggy, sloshing sounds
as she fucked back against me in an effort to take all of me as deep as I
could go.
   "Are you safe Martha?" I asked, knowing I would soon fill her pussy with
my sperm.
   "I'm sterile, Don and I could never have kids, and we became even closer
because of it.  I always did love to fuck and I realize now just how much a
part of my life it was.  Fuck me Billy, fuck my pussy, make me cum and fill
me with your cum," she said as she began to move frantically against me
with her buttocks.
   "Like this Martha or do you want to turn over before we cum?" I asked.
   "I want both Bill, OH FUCKING JESUS, I'm cumming, shoot my pussy full
Bill.  FUCK ME......."
   I didn't just cum in her hot, tight pussy, I exploded as we both pushed
against each other and with my hands on her wrists, I shoved into her,
spreading her legs and butt cheeks and forcing my way even deeper inside
her internal openings.
   Martha was still, she was breathing in great heaves of her lungs, but
her body was unmoving and limp.  I slid off into the warm, wet, muddy grass
and pulled her over on top of me.
   She raised her head slightly and with muddy water running down her face,
her pretty blonde hair matted to her head, she smiled at me and giggled.  I
pulled her face to mine and we kissed as if in a hunger for each others
mouths and saliva.  Martha started writhing and twisting her wet, sexy body
against mine and I felt my cock head scrape past her pussy.  When she moved
her legs wider and rolled her pussy downwards once more, I rammed deep
inside her as she moaned and smeared her perfectly rebuilt breasts against
my chest.
   She wasn't able to raise to a sitting position for the deck above us,
but she pushed against my forearms and raised her upper body, her legs
spread wide to straddle me and her pussy pounding my cock, meeting each
thrust of mine as we wallowed and fucked in the mud and slush of the wet
grass and water soaked soil.
   "I'm about to explode Billy, fuck me, fuck my pussy, make me cum," she
told me as she smiled down at me.
   I pulled my arms free and she placed her open hands in the muddy grass
as I reached back to grab a double handful of her slippery buttocks and
pull her ass wide open as I shoved my cock deeper into her pussy with each
stroke.
   "I love your fucking fat cock Billy Sherman, ram that oversize tool into
my belly, I feel my body getting ready to erupt, I need this Billy, I need
a fucking, I need your cock, I need you.  FUCK ME, OH GOD FUCK MY PUSSY
RAW," she yelled above me, as we both opened up and rammed our bodies hard
against each other.  I felt my cock slip into her cervix and bump her
opening as she screamed and fell against my chest.
   I got another grip on her naked buttocks and pulled her even harder onto
my cock as I felt my own orgasm build to eruption.  I released my spurting,
streaming sperm into her tight body as we both shook and shivered and held
each other tightly until we had recovered enough to look at one another and
smile.
   Laughing like two kids playing in the mud, we crawled out from under the
deck.  Martha grabbed her garden hose from a reel and started spraying me
off.  I grabbed her and twisted the hose nozzle from her hand and sprayed
her from her hair to her sexy butt, then down her long dark, sexy legs.
   "Come swim naked with an old woman Billy," she said and pulled me over
to the ladder on the side of her pool.  When she started up the aluminum
ladder, I slipped my fingers into her pussy and she squealed, then leaped
into the chest deep water of the pool.  I followed her and she jumped me,
trying to dunk me by climbing on my arms and shoulders.
   I picked her up out of the water and held her above my head.  Her smooth
pussy was right in front of my face and I couldn't resist; I licked her
split and she spread her legs to wrap them around my neck and over my
shoulders.
   I walked to the side of the pool and leaned her back to rest on the top
rail.  Martha spread her arms along the round edge of the pool and I held
her out of the water so I could kiss and suck her pussy.
   "I need you to fuck me one more time Billy, can you?" she pleaded.
   I flipped her over and leaned her against the side of the pool and
slipped my cock into her pussy from behind.
   "OH FUCK YES Billy, ram that fat fucking cock up my pussy and shoot me
full again.  OH FUCK, I'm cumming already Billy, keep fucking me, I want
another one."
   "Like this Martha?" I said as I held her hips and slammed into her pussy
from behind, making water shoot upwards from between her tight buttocks as
I jerked her back against me while shoving my cock as deep as I could into
her.
   My balls tightened and my cock throbbed as I started shooting another
big spurting, streaming load of my hot cum into her sucking pussy.  When I
had spent my cock and slipped from her wet opening, I opened my arms and
floated backwards toward the middle of the pool.  Martha came to me and we
held each other as we floated lazily, effortlessly in the warm water of the
above ground pool.
   "When will you be back to work on my deck Billy?" Martha asked.
   "I'll give it a week to dry under there and check it again.  I have a
short shovel in my truck and I can dig a small trench to drain the deep
water off so it will dry.  Once it dries, I can set the posts one day and
brace the deck the next.  We should have it repaired in ten days, that is
if it doesn't rain and fill it back with water."
   "Sounds good, I'll be ready for you if you feel like taking an old
woman's body for another ride."
   "I'll call and tell you to get naked, when I'm on the way," I laughed
and Martha did too.
   "Thanks Billy, you make me feel alive and sexy again."
   "You are very alive and you're very sexy, Martha.  You have a hot sexy
body and you know how to make wild love with it."
   "You flatter me Billy, but I love it."
   I dried off on a huge towel Martha handed me and dressed.  I drained the
water from under the deck with my shovel and grabbed her to kiss her long
and deep.
   "See you soon sweet sexy lady," I said as she walked naked with me to
the gate.
   "Bye for now sexy hunk."
   It was 4:30 when I left her house and I knew I had time to get to the
print shop to get my new cards.
   Just as I pulled into a parking space in front of the print shop, my
phone rang and I jumped.
   "Bill Sherman here."
   "Hello Mr.  Sherman, my name is Charlotte Winters.  I saw your handy man
flyer and called to see if you build fences."
   "Well Ms.  Winters, I do build wooden privacy fences, but I've never put
up a chain-link fence."
   "That's what I wanted Mr.  Sherman, a privacy fence."
   "I could come by now and look at your place and take some measurements
if you like."
   "Please do, I live just outside town on Route 38, I'm the first place on
the left, past the city limit sign."
   "I'll be there in thirty minutes Ms.  Winters, and thanks for calling."
   "Thank you Mr.  Sherman, see you shortly."
   'I'm loving this handy man business, it's already beginning to pick up',
I was thinking as I entered the print shop.
   "May I help you?" the salesgirl asked.
   "Yes, I'm Bill Sherman and I'm supposed to have some business cards
ready," I told her.  Man this town is full of pretty women and I'm just now
getting out in the public enough to notice them.  The salesgirl was tall,
close to 5 ft.  10" I would guess, she was thin up top with full hips, long
hair and a pretty smile.  I bet her breasts were no more than 32A's.  Not
that I'm an expert on boob sizes.  I had already sized her butt though, and
it was my favorite size.  Full and sexy, with a flat stomach in front, I
sure wish I could see below the counter top.
   "Yes Mr.  Sherman, here they are," she smiled as she picked up a long
box of cards and took the invoice that was taped to it.  "That will be
$22.91, I'm sure the clerk explained the set-up charge on the first order,
when you want more it will be $7.50 less," she said as she showed me the
invoice.
   "Yes, she told me all that up front, I hope I have to come back soon and
order more," I said, meaning that I was hoping that I handed out that many
cards.  She looked at me with a coy smile and blushed, I knew then she
thought I was flirting.
   "Tell me Mr.  Sherman, in your handy man work, do you build wheelchair
ramps?" she asked.
   "I sure do, do you know someone that needs a ramp built?" I asked,
excited that I may have yet another lead on a job.
   "Yes, my mom was in a bad accident and when she gets out of the hospital
in two weeks, she'll be in a wheel chair for at least six months the
doctors said, I want to have a ramp built so I can get her in and out of
the house."
   "How soon do you want to start, I can measure it all out and give you an
estimate early tomorrow."
   "Is there anyway you could come this afternoon, I have to open the shop,
now that mom's in the hospital.  I'll be home in less than an hour."
   "Sure, write your address on the back of one of my cards and I'll come
by, I'm on the way out to measure for a fence right now, but that won't
take over an hour, I'll call if you like, before I come by."
   "Here's one of my cards Mr.  Sherman, please call and let me know when
you're on your way."
   "Thanks miss, uh, I'm sorry; I don't know your name and please call me
Billy."
   "Thank you Billy, I'm Tina Mathews, Mom and I own the print shop."
   "I'll call you as soon as I can Tina and we'll get the ramp measured
with an estimate on labor and materials."
   "Thank you Billy, I can see now that you will be needing more cards
soon, you're so accommodating and well, you're uh, you're a nice person,"
Tina stuttered and turned blood red.
   "I'd better go if I'm going to get back and measure your ramp before
dark," I said and smiled when she did.  When I got to the door, I turned
and she was standing in front of the counter, looking at me.  I was right,
a fine, sexy, HOT butt with long legs.  My favorite kind.
   I opened my box of cards and looked them over, putting four or five in
my tee shirt pocket.  Heading out of town, I was smiling at the way things
have started to turn around for me in just a week.  I saw a tall girl
waiting at a red light wearing tight white shorts and a tank top, she also
had long straight blonde hair and a big butt, reminding me again of Tina. I
wonder if Tina dresses different when she gets off work, I bet she puts on
long pants.  DAMN, I'd love to see Tina in some tight shorts and a tight
shirt.
   My cock got hard and I was already outside town, I needed to straighten
up so I can measure this fence for Ms.  Winters.  She sounded like a no
nonsense type and I need this fence job, they pay good.
   I saw her house when I passed the city limit sign, it sits back off the
highway maybe fifty yards and there are no houses near her, just a big
house maybe a half mile across a field behind hers.
   The driveway was winding and tree lined, really shady in the front. 
When I parked to the side of the carport next to a new Mustang convertible
with `POLLY' on the license plates, I also saw that there were no trees in
the back yard.  Good, it will be easy to put up a fence if there's no roots
underground and no trees to have to go around on the property line.
   I walked around to the carport and went to the door.  I was about to
ring the doorbell when the door opened.
   "Are you Billy Sherman?" the woman asked.
   "Yes Ma'am," I said and handed her one of my cards, I felt more sure of
myself, more professional, now that I had business cards.  She smiled and
invited me into her kitchen that looked clean enough to be an operating
room in a hospital.  Every appliance was stainless and sparkling clean. 
The floor was white tile and even it shined.
   Charlotte Winters was very attractive and close to fifty, I would guess.
She was dressed in a light, sleeveless top that showed her thin bra straps
and what looked to be small breasts.  She had won the middle-age battle
with her butt and her belly, she was almost too thin, probably from
excessive exercise as she looked to be as fit as a tennis player.  She was
maybe 5' 6", short cropped brown hair, glasses with a braided lanyard
around her neck and clipped to the sides.  She was very friendly and smiled
a lot as she led me from her kitchen to her patio and on to her backyard.
   We rounded a corner of the house and there was a huge in-ground swimming
pool with red brick tile on the pool apron on all sides for at least twenty
feet in all directions.  There wasn't so much as a hedge row around the
yard and though she had no neighbors, I could see why she wanted privacy.
The only sign of a fence was the one that went from her garage out maybe 50
feet and stopped, closing off the view of the pool from anyone looking at
the front of her home.
   "Mr.  Sherman, I suppose you can see that we have no privacy in our
backyard with no trees.  It was never a problem until my daughter became a
teenager and I put in a pool for her.  Now she and her cousin, my brother's
daughter, feel that they have to be tanned all over since they're both
cheerleaders in high school."
   "Yes Ma'am, I would think they feel the need to have security as well as
privacy as they swim and relax in the sun," I said, trying to sound like a
professional, while trying NOT to think about the cousins tanning naked
right here where I stand.
   "Yes, I suppose the security issue is there for them too and I would
feel more secure if I knew those two rambunctious young girls were able to
play in the sun and swim without that dirty old bastard across that field
looking at them through his telescope.  If I had a gun, I'd shoot his ass,"
she shocked me with the part about the old man who was a voyeur.
   "I'm sure I can build you a privacy fence around your backyard that will
put an end to the spying from all sides and especially from an old man that
gets his kicks from spying on helpless young girls that love to swim and
play naked," I said, repeating my thoughts and hoping, as the words came
out, that I didn't get too specific about the girls.
   "You're the man for the job Mr.  Sherman, any young man that respects
the right of young girls to swim and play nude has my approval.  Our
society has just about made us nudists go underground or join some club run
by the same voyeuristic bastards that get their thrills by looking through
telescopes at families playing and living together nude.
   Have you ever swam in the nude Mr.  Sherman, if you have, you know the
experience is as exhilarating as an orgasm," Ms.  Winters shocked me with
her statements, but she was smiling and leading me all around her perfectly
groomed grounds.
   "I have swam in the nude, but as you said, I always felt like I was
being watched and never felt at ease.  Of course, I was at a private
residence and there were neighbors on all sides," I said, telling the truth
and wanting to see where this conversation would go if I were looked at as
a fellow nudist.
   "Could you possibly put the back section of the fence up first, there's
just no way I will ever be able to make those two girls keep their clothes
on long enough for you to complete the job, they could at least have the
back fence for protection as you finished the rest, if you could," she said
and laughed.
   "Yes, a good idea.  I'll start my measuring now and figure the materials
tonight, then tomorrow I can call you with a solid cost for labor and
materials," I said, taking my long 100 ft.  tape from my tool belt.
   "Please do, I'm going to sit here and watch you while you work, I hope
you don't mind that I do.  I just love to see a tall man like you, dressed
in a white tee shirt and tight jeans.  That damned leather tool belt
strapped around your sexy ass is almost more than a woman can take Mr. 
Sherman, even a 48 year old woman," she said and laughed at me when I
whirled around to look back at her.
   I shook my head and laughed, I suppose she loved that, because she
really laughed at my reaction.  The sun was low on the horizon now, and I
just had enough light to make all my measurements.
   When I came back to poolside, she was sitting on the side of the pool,
her feet in the water.
   "Would you like a swim Mr.  Sherman?" she said with a happy, laughing
voice.
   "I would love to Ms.  Winters, but I have an appointment to measure a
wheelchair ramp when I leave here, could I please have a rain check?"
   "Perhaps instead of calling tomorrow with the estimates, you could come
by about this time, I'll have steaks on and beer iced if you'd humor me,"
she said as she twisted to look up at me.  She reached her hand out and I
pulled her up from the poolside.  She was light as a feather and moved
close to me as I stood my ground.
   "I'd be honored to have a beer and a steak with you, what about your
daughter though?"
   "She's at cheerleader camp, they'll be home day after tomorrow and I'll
have hell making them keep their clothes on long enough for you to build
the fence for them.  We could even have us that swim, that is if you like
skinny-dipping in the dark with the pool lights on" She smiled, then
laughed out loud.
   "You have a date Ms.  Winters, assuming there's no Mr.  Winters?"
   "There was, but I caught him with his secretary six years ago, this is
the rewards of being suspicious of those late night meetings of his," she
said with a sweep of her hands.
   "Then I'll be here and we will both enjoy the rewards," I said and she
laughed again.  I was still holding her hand and she leaned closer, I knew
she wanted to be kissed and I didn't disappoint her.
   I could tell she wasn't accustomed to being kissed deep with sexually
fired feelings, but I fought through her tight lipped kiss and made her
open her mouth to let me in.  In no time, she was sucking my lips and
probing my mouth, her slender waist banging against my crotch as I held her
tightly and mashed her small breasts against my chest.
   "GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, you just gave me an orgasm Mr.  William Sherman. 
You need to be careful kissing us older women like that, you could get your
sexy ass raped," she laughed and hugged me tight.
   "I think I would like that Ms.  Winters, please remember me."
   "Call me Charlotte, after a kiss that just blew the crotch out of my
undies, I think we can dispense of the titles and go right to first names.
Tell me Billy, do you fuck as well as you kiss?" she said bluntly as she
bumped her pussy against my swollen cock.
   "I'll let you be the judge of that, but I will tell you that I love
kissing a woman all over before making love."
   "Billy Sherman, you'd better get your tall sexy ass out of my backyard
right now or you'll never get that ramp measured."
   "Goodnight Charlotte, I like my beer ice cold, my steaks medium and my
women warm and willing." I said, then kissed her again, this time not as
long nor as deep.
   "Goodnight sweet prince, I have to know something before you go, were
you telling me you like to kiss a woman's pussy?"
   "I absolutely love to kiss a pretty woman's pussy and I want to kiss
yours until you have multiple orgasms and beg me to stop."
   "Its been a while for me Billy, I will never beg you to stop and I'll
never get enough.  I felt that fat, swollen hammer handle you have in your
pants.  Now get your sexy ass off my property before I refuse to let you
leave.  Steaks will be ready at 6:00 and I'll be ready as soon as I awake
tomorrow."
   "Good, I'll call you tomorrow morning then."
   "I work until noon each day at the athletic club, call me after 1:00,
please!"
   "I will, "Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte, or I'll be up all night." I said,
borrowing a line from an old movie.
   "OH GOD, I fucking love it!  Now get your sexy ass out of my sight." She
laughed as I turned to leave.
   "Billy?" she said and I turned to watch her pull her clothes off and
stand wide legged and naked by her pool, DAMN, she is one sexy woman, and
brown all over.  I almost went back when I saw her sexy ass as she pulled
her thin, skimpy panties off.
   I could hear her laughing aloud as I made my way to my truck.

   
  
JRyter's Handy Man Chap. 2