The Roofers

His fingers carress each of her subtle curves softly as he pulls her tightly against him, kissing her deeply, his tongue probing her lips gently begging for access into her hot little mouth. His hands cup that tight little ass of hers.
 
"Mmmmmm..." His hands are so strong on my body. I return his kiss and suck on his tongue. He presses his hard bulge to my pussy, which is moistening my panties and shorts. He presses hard....god it feels so good. It seems like ages since I've been with a man! I feel like I could cum right at this moment...

I scootch my ass to the end of the counter, pressing my pussy harder to him. His hands move to my back and he un-does my bra. He pulls the straps down over my shoulders, following with little kisses. I reach down to rub his cock through his tight jeans. "My word...seems like your a bit turned on..." He reaches to my shorts, I lift up my ass and he removes them, along with my panties. I now sit naked on the counter...I look out and see Willy scampering down the ladder. I hope that my exposed body turned him on...

Fully open to Lou, he presses to me again, kissing wildly. "Let's go to my room now..." I take his hand, he helps me off the counter and I lead him to my bedroom...

My room is on the main floor of the house. Lots of windows face the back yard. My garden and woods are the view from my bed... I lay on the bed, awaiting his strong hands to return to my body....
 
His lips meet hers as he cups her breasts his thumbs flicking over the tips of her nipples teasing her.
 
His chest rubbing against mine feels so warm and smooth...My nipples are standing stiff as he rolls them in his fingers, sending shock waves to my already wet pussy. I feel his hardness rubbing into my groin, god,it hurts so good!

We roll all over the bed as our lips lock...his tongue deep in my mouth and mine in his. My nails scratching his back as my hands move. He rolls on top of me and pins me down. "It's time for your massage..." he says. He sits up, his legs straddling me. He begins to rub my shoulders, my chest and down the valley of my breasts. He massages under my breasts, causing my nipples to turn rigid... He rubs my sides with strength. "Mmmmmmm....that feels so great! That spot gets so stiff from sitting all day..." His hands reach under my hips and he pulls them up and releases. I feel his cock jump against my leg.

His hands slip down to my inner thighs and work their way up to my pussy lips. He gently rubs them and I begin to wiggle slowly to his motions....
 
With the engine of my truck running so the air conditioner cools both and air and me down, I start to relax and finally so does my erection. Everything is lined up with my suppliers for the next couple of jobs so I get ready to rejoin my crew. Just before I cut of the motor, the phone rings. It the home owner, calling to check our progress. "Well, its starting to look like you may have to pay that bonus. We should finish today and be cleaned up before your party tomorrow." "Great, I was just thinking, while your there, could you check the roof on the pool house." he asked. I tell him no problem and tell him I'll call him later. I shut off the motor and get out, heading around the house. "Hey", I yell up to the roof, "did Maniac ever make it back?" Not yet came back the reply. Laughing to myself, I hope the paying he is getting docked is worth what he's getting. And thinking back to her body, I think its not a bad trade.

I'm still chuckling as I set the ladder against the roof of the pool house and climb up. As I climb the ladder, I realize I am looking over the fence into the nest house's back yard and the rear of her house. Nice view of the woods from the bedroom I see and then suddenly notice the view from IN the bedroom. Naked bodies moving around. I quickly drop back down the ladder til I'm just looking over the top of the roof. And then I notice the cute asain wife is standing in her kitchen window watching me. I reach out and pull at a couple of the shingles, trying to make it look like an inspection as I cast a last glance at the couple next door and make a mental note to come back and check her "insulation".

I climb back down and pick up my ladder and start back toward the house. The patio door opens and as the owners wife, hmmm, mental note to ask her her name, steps out, the sun strikes her so that her loose clothing does nothing to hide the shape of her small trim body. "The pies are almost done" she says as I try hard to make myself listen to what she is saying. "Thanks" I reply, "we should be taking a break just shortly." "Would you like to come in now?" she ask. As I start up the steps I realize my hardon is again leading the way. To late to turn back now.
 
OCC: LMAO......"not a bad trade"? Gee, thanks Willy. Hahaha!!
 
When my husband called, asking about the roofers, I told him it seems they were surely be able to finish before nightfall. I told him that we haven't been able to look at the pool house. He said he'd give the roof man a call and ask him to check that too. Secretly I hope there needs some work to be done there, so that they'll come back again.

Then he said that he would be later than he thought. After his dinner meeting,he'll have another meeting which will surely go on till past midnight. He may even stay over in the hotel where it's held, as he'll be too tired to drive the 1.5 hours back home after that. "Let's just say until tomorrow then, dear," he concludes.

I'm seething inside, here I am, hoping for him to come home soon, so I put my sexy lingerie on and seduce him. I really need a fuck badly, especially today.

Just then, I see the nice man come down the ladder after inspecting the pool house roof. Eager to know whether I'll see him again, I come out of the kitchen and tell him that the pies are almost done, they're already cooling on a rack under the kitchen window. I invite him into my kitchen, to offer him pie and ice cream. He walks in behind me, and as I step into the kitchen, I turn around to face him, eager to ask about the pool house roof. He must not have anticipated that and bumps right into me. As he's much taller and bigger framed that I am, I stumble backwards and he grabs at me to prevent my fall. I end up held against him, one arm around me, the other tangled in my long hair.

I don't know what started it and who, but with a groan he pulls me closer to him and bends down to kiss my lips.....

[Edited by asian cunny on 08-18-2000 at 05:08 AM]
 
,,,a quick, authorative rap on the door with my knuckles..."Just like the TV cops," I laugh to myself.

Aftyer a noticable pause I am about to rap again when........... The woman who answers the door seems a bit disheveled and flushed. "You are on duty, keep your eyes off those lovely..obviously unrestrained breasts," I tell myself.

Flashing my gold detective's badge, I say "Hello mam, I'm detective Thor of the West Bumfuck police. We are (I love the we in police work) looking for someone. Perhaps you have seen him. He's relatively young, well built, and has worked as a roofer in the past." When the woman asks why we want him I reply, "Mam, he is considered armed and dangerous. His last victims were robbed and sexually assulted." I don't tell her that he is sexually depraved and takes delight in the most perverted acts. "I was working another case and saw the roofer truck next door. I don't want to alarm him if he is around, so I thought I'd check neighbors first."
 
Lou's hands on my thighs begin to grip a bit harder, it felt almost like the "cow bites" I used to give my brother when we were young. "Ow..." I say, and turn over to face him. His eyes are glazed over, his expression blank. This is not the same man I had let into my house. I begin to get nervous...what had I done? My heart begins to race and I feel panic overcoming me. Just then, a loud knock on the door echoes through the house. "Let me get that, I'm expecting someone" I said, and quiclky jumped off the bed before he can react.

I walk very quickly down the hall to the grand foyer. I grab a rain slicker out of the closet and wrap myself as well as I can before opening the door. My breasts are barely covered. I just want to open the door, so relieved that someone is here!

As the door opens, my slicker falls open to the middle of my stomach. I attempt to close it back up and tie the belt around my waist, but have no success. A tall, nice looking man is standing before me. Nicely dressed in slacks and crisp dress shirt with a tie. He's a cop. Thank god! But why is he at my door? He goes on to explain about the man they are pursuing. He describes Lou perfectly. My mouth drops open at the mention of sexual assault. I cup my face a begin to cry...the tears pour down. How could I have been so stupid? How incredibly lucky I am that this man has come to my rescue. The tears shock the officer. He takes me by the shoulders and asks again if I have seen the man and I look up at him, answering..."yes, my god yes, he's in my bedroom!" I press myself into him, trying to get safe, feeling really stupid and embarrassed.....
 
.....pushing her behind me (although the open slicker has given me a view of her lovely breasts...no time for that now), I reach for my radio and quietly call for backup. I know he is armed, but if I don't take him now he may escape again.

Drawing my Glock (I have never fired it in anger), I proceed toward the hall - the direction she pointed...my gun ready. I can't afford to wait for the backup. Stealing quietly down the hall, I peek into the bedroom. Laying on the bed...a stupid expression on his face is Lou...the wanted man. He is idly stroking his cock - obviously waiting for her to come back. Its lucky that, like most men, he does not have enough blood to run his cock and his brain at the same time. Levelling my gun on him, I step around the door jamb. "If you move, even a little," I say in a normal tone of voice, "you will be talking in a high, squeeky voice forever. I'd like nothing better than to blow you away, you perverted fuck."
 
Standing in the foyer watching the officer go into action, I try again to fix my slicker. I am frozen, not knowing what to do. Somewhere in the crevasses of my mind I think about how sexy he is as he moves into action. I love a man who takes control. I hear him at the bedroom, telling Lou not to move. What do I do? Do I flee? I would, but I'm too scared...
 
since he disappeared

Hearing a noise behind me, I turn my head for just a moment. With a crash, Lou jumps out the window.....and into the waiting arms of the uniformed cops I called for backup. Leaning out the window, I see that he is already cuffed. "Good work," I exclaim. "Take him to booking, I'lll be along after I get a little more information."

Turning back to the doorway, I spot the woman who answered the door. She is still clutching that slicker - trying to cover the fact that she is naked and probably was in bed with that scumbag. "Well, its none of my business who she sleeps with," I think.

Taking my dick's (detective) notebook out, I say,"Mam, I have just a few questions, and then I'll let you alone. I'm sure glad I happened to be on this street."
 
Her unexpected turn had caused be to run into her and I grabed her to keep us both from falling. I didn't really think after that. The feeling of her body against mine as I held her was to much in the state of mind I found myself in. I had already bumped her breast eairlier and after watching the show next door, the feel of her in my arms was to much. I bent to kiss her lips and felt my kiss being returned. My hands began to move up and down her back, down to the swell of her ass. I cupped the cheeks of her ass in my work hardened hands as I kissed my way down the curve of her neck. Her hands were busy too, rubbing my chest and carressing my face as I nibbled on her neck. I thought briefly of the guys on the roof and decided they could work just a little longer. Chances like this don't come along everyday.

I had just started to undo the buttons on her blouse when we heard a terrible crash from outside. We both moved to look out the window in time to see the police cuffing Maniac. I looked down and somehow forced out, "I've got to go. That guy works for me." "Will you come back?" she asked. The smile on my face said yes as I kissed her again before I slipped out the door. The guys were coming down off the roof and gave me a funny look as I came out but we all went to see what was going on. A policeman asked to speak to the boss and I said "That would be me". "We may need you to come down town." he said. Great, just my frigging luck, I finally meet a woman who seemed interested and now this.

As I got in my truck, I looked up the see my asian beauty standing beside the curb. I pulled up and rolled down the window. "The police need me down town" I explained. She nodded and gave me a thoughtfull look and said "Come back when your thru. My husband isn't coming home tonite." I drove to the station house with a huge erection.
 
The sound of shattered glass sends cold shards of terror through me. Oh my God! What was that? I can't move! I hear the officer say "cuff 'im", not knowing to whom he was speaking...

He comes around the corner and I'm about to collapse as my knees have gone to jelly. "Um...questions? sure..." I hold on to my slicker like it was my baby blanket. "What just happened? Where is he"? I can't stop the trembling. "I need a drink. Let's talk in the library." He follows me to a room off the foyer. I pour two vodkas and drink one right down. I offer him one, expecting the usual, "No thanks, I'm on duty, m'am" to come out of his mouth. He takes it, salutes and drinks it right down. I take my glass and the bottle to the big suede sofa and sit on it's edge; perched like a frightened bird.

I'm almost afraid of what he'll ask. How long have I known him? Have I been with him long? How embarrassing! I didn't even know the guy's last name...I couldn't even tell him how he spelled Lou! I've never smoked in my life, but I want a butt in the worst way! I take another drink instead.

"Thank you so much officer!". He is quick to say, "It's Detective, m'am". I reply, "thank you Detective. Please, call me Syd. I hate that m'am stuff". I know he's just being polite, but m'am always makes me feel old. I somehow manage a smile. Pouring myself another shot, my eyes meet his and I ask, "so, what do you need to know, Detective"?...
 
This is difficult...even for me. "How do I delicately ask her if she was fucking this asshole?" I need to know if he was forcing her so we can add that charge to his sheet." My nimble mind darts and I say, "Lets start at the beginning. He is wanted in several states..and always uses the same MO - Oh, I'm sorry 'modus operandi' I sometimes use cop talk."

Taking the bottle from her hand I pour her another - "You look like you could use this..and its OK now." Squeezing her hand, I begin..."How, exactly did you meet him."

I am distracted, damn it. She's naked under that damn slicker and when she bent to take the fresh drink those lovely breasts almost fell out of the thing. With an act of will (hell, I can't hit on a victim) I look at her with my most professional face, my pen poised for her answer.

[Edited by Thor's Hammer on 08-25-2000 at 07:46 AM]
 
I hug myself as I see him drive away. I feel drained, and suddenly very tired. I don't know how I came to be in his arms, kissing him, but I know that I want him to come back soon, so that he can kiss me again, and more......
 
The drive to the police station took forever. The cops at the house had given me the short version of Maniacs record and I didn't know how having him working for me came into play here. I did decide to go back and tell the woman how sorry I was to have let one of my men come into her house with my knowledge, but let her know I had no idea about his past. Maybe I would even do her insulation work for free to try to make ammends. The police said she wasn't hurt and I was thankful for that. I sure wouldn't want anything to happen to a body like that. Man, it had been to long since I had been laid, this woman could have been killed and all I'm worried about is her gorgeous bod.

The Detectives took my statement and said I could go. There is no background check for roofers so I had no way of knowing his past but I made a mental note to look for a replacement, he had been a good worker. Now that I had a minute to think, my thoughts returned to the asain beauty who had asked me to return. Could I really have sex with the wife of a client? Well, that question hadn't been in my mind when I was kissing her earlier, so I quess the answer was yes. As I drove back toward her home, I made up all kinds of excuses for coming back, check up on my crews clean-up, pick up equipment, etc. But I knew that the guys I had working for me would have done all of these things.
I slowed as I turned onto their street. Last chance to back out. I pulled my pick-up into the drive and sat listening to the radio for a minute and heard the old lirics, "If you can't be,,,, with the one you love,,,honey, love the one your with,,, love the one your with." I turned off the key and decided to go around and knock on the kitchen door. My stomach was in knots as I made that short walk. Had she meant it? Only one way to find out.
 
I followed with a sinking heart the progress of the workmen that were still working. At the time the man was caught next door, they were on the last stages of completing their task. And after that it took them only about an hour to finish everything, clean up, pack their tools and leave. But true to my word, I served both of them pie and ice cream, which they polished off in a hurry. I wonder what that man was doing next door, when the police brought him out, he was only half dressed,puling up his pants and shirtless. I've noticed the nice lady who lives there, and wonder how she feels about all this. She looks like a hardworking competent but friendly person, slightlyyounger than me. And beautiful.

Now it is quiet again around the house, and soon night will fall. I doubt if the roofer's boss, he said his name's Willy, will come back like he promised to. Their payment will be done by my husband by mail, so there is no reason for him to come back, except maybe check on the finished work. But outside dusk is gathering, and I turn on my porch light.


Just then I hear the sound of a truck turning into my driveway, and with a wild beating heart I recognise Willy's truck. I go about the kitchen, getting clean plates and the rest of the pie from the fridge, then run to the storage room to get a new tub of ice cream from the freezer there.

As I come back into the kitchen, Willy comes in the kitchen door from outside. "Ma'am," he greets me, smiling, "I see that my boys have finished the job without me." "Yes, they left half an hour ago," I say. "I will check the roof tomorrow when it's light, but knowing them, I shouldn't worry about anymore leaks." he continues, "I came back for the promised ice cream and pie!" I blush as he says the words so suggestively, so bend down and busily start to cut pie and serve it with lots of ice cream. "Hmmm, I see that some pie is missing," he comments. "I hope you've not given yours to the boys!" And the he too, blushes as he realizes the double entendre.

Seeing his embarassment I smile and answer: "There's enough left for you, Willy." We both sit down, and eat, Willy praising my pie over and over again. Meanwhile he tells me about his errant worker, and how sorry he is that he didn't know he was a sought criminal. "What was he doing next door anyway?" I ask. "Well, the lady wanted someone to look at her insulation." he tells me. "How did the police catch him?" I wonder. "was there a struggle?" "I was told he was literally caught with his pants down," he smiles, "although I can't imagine why." "Well," I improvisize: "Maybe he had a stomachache and was in the toilet when they got there." We both laugh heartily.

By now Willy has finished two large slices of pie, and half a tub of ice cream. I offer him more but he declines.
 
She seems happy I came back and we chat easily over the pie and ice cream. I explain what I know about what happened next door as I eat. The pie really does taste good, especially since I've been eating my own cooking for a while, and I'm no baker. But pie isn't whats on my mind. It was so easy earlier. I had just bumped into her and suddenly she had been in my arms. And the feel of her lips on mine was still fresh on my mind. Almost positive she wants the same thing, I search for a way to take her in my arms again, but I'm so out of practice at making these first moves that I;m not sure how to begin. She offers more pie and I tell her how good it is again but decline another slice. She ask if I'd like a cup of coffee to wash it down and I say yes, happy for an excuse to stay a little longer.

As she reaches for a cup, I catch her looking at me from the corner of her eye and am agin sure she wants what I want. When she ask how I take it, I laugh and say, "Just like I like my women, Hot and straight off the burner."
She blushes slightly as she sets the cup in front of me. Before she can move away, I wrap my arms around her and press my face between her breast, breathing deply of her scent. I tilt my face up and meet her lips and am again kissing my asain beauty. Our lips part and my tounge darts into her mouth, only to be met by hers, rushing to meet me. My hands slide up and down her side as we continue to kiss, sucking and nibbling each others lips and tounges. I scoot back my chair and pull her down into my lap and look into her eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, hoping with all that is in me she will say yes.
 
It's a question he needn't have asked. I was enjoying our kiss and the feel of his hands on my body, but now he's asking whether I really want this. I want this, I want him to make hot love to me, fuck me for all I'm worth, but I'm a married woman and shouldn't have these thoughts. That my husband sleeps around and has countless mistresses, is not a reason I should do it, too.

I've been waiting restlessly for him to come back, not wanting to think why and what would happen. Not wanting to think about the consequences, while I was all wet and aroused. And now that he's here, I want him to shut up and just make love to me, not make me think! Maybe it would've been better if he'd just raped me, to clease me of responsibility. But this kind and gentle man, wouldn't couldn't do that. And I, of course, can't ask him to....

While these thoughts go around in my head, he's started to kiss me again, and his hand is creeping up to cup a breast in his. "Mmmm, just a handful, just the right size," he says, as he massages my breast gently, his mouth against mine. He opens his hand and with his palm, makes circles around my nipple and I feel my nipple elongate and become more erect. I forget his question, and just revel in the delicious feelings he is causing me.
 
Calming down some, I am able to realize that I am ok and that the whacko is gone. But I can't get the thought out of my mind of what might have happened if the detective hadn't come to my door. Looking at him and grinning, I say, "well, I'm not proud of this, but I only met him today. It wasn't actually a proper introduction. I had seen him on the roof next door when I was outside taking a break. They started work this morning. After coming into the house, he rang my bell. He asked for ice for his iced tea and like a fool, I let him in. We were extremely attracted to each other." I laugh, "at least I was attracted to him...he obviusly would have been attracted to any woman. Isn't that the topping to my sundae!" I look up to the Detective's face and don't give him a chance to reply. I don't want to hear his answer, I can't handle hearing how stupid I was. "He said his name was Lou. I should have seen the red flag when he asked what I do to afford such a big home. Oh, the owner of the company, his name is Willy, came over when Lou rang my doorbell. I guess his knowing Lou was here gave me a sense of securtity. I have his card in the kitchen".

I rose to get up and the slicker finally gave way, exposing the fact that I was naked. I guess he'll want to hear all about that....
 
My eyes, in spite of my professional demeanor, are drawn to her open slicker. Writing to cover my nervousness, "Damn, doesn't she know what she is doing?" - I ask "When you went into the bedroom, did he force you in any way? This is important, we may be able to add to his charges and put him away for a very long time."

I can't drag my eyes off her body...its been awhile, and my mind is conjuring up all kinds of images of what she was doing with that scumbag.
 
"I know this is going to sound silly, but I only know your last name" I breathe into her neck as I continue to nibble her neck, right at the base where it runs into her shoulder. Her body moves against mine, her nipples stiffening under my palms. My head dips lower and I pull her breast into my mouth, sucking the nipple thru the material of her blouse. My fingers work to free her so that I can feast on her body, taking delight in each curve, my tounge following every line. She said her husband wouldn't be home to night. The guy must be a fool, except of course in his choice of roofers. I smile as this thought passes thru my mind and as her shirt comes undone and her breast are exposed to my eyes and more importantly, to my mouth. My head dips lower and my tounge flicks out to trace tiny circles, round and round the darker colored nipples, feeling them standing tall against the small sculptured breast, each a piece of art. Well, if her husband wants to be a fool, his loss is my gain. This is the first time I have been with someone elses wife but that thought doesn't cause the problems I had always thought it would in my head. In fact, it might add just a little more spice to this already hot woman.

She steps back and takes my hand, pulling me up from my chair. "Lets go out and try out the hot tub," she says, as she guides us toward the door. "There's no hurry, we've got all night"
 
I lead him out to the deck, as we undress each other on the way. I can't believe I'm doing this. Although my husband has been unfaithful to me for a long time, I have never thought of taking a lover before. Yes, I've been deprived of sex, but fucking around? Never. Now here is this man I never saw before today, and he's taking liberties with me that he shouldn't, and I'm enjoying it! Somehow I don't feel guilty, instead I feel liberated, and know in my heart that this is just the beginning.

"I'm called Lin," I tell him, "May Lin. My american name is Linda. You can call me anything you like."

We get into the tub, and sit down on the bench. he starts to kiss me again, slowly at first, then more deeply and with passion. Our tongues intertwine and play tag with each other. His hand cups my breast, fondling it. "Small?" I ask. "Just the right handful." he says, "More is wasted anyway." Then he pinches the nipple, tugging at it, making me moan.

Then he makes me stand up and put one foot on the bench. He kisses both my breasts, and sucks on my nipples. Then trails his kisses down to linger and lick my belly button. His kisses continue southwards until he comes to my pussy.
 
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