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worked hard
all day, and his body and shorts were gritty and stained. I thought he looked
sexy. Maybe he saw that in my gaze.
    "There is an outdoor shower
right there." I gestured towards the redwood stall by the garden shed.
"You can rinse off."
    "Okay. You don't mind?"
    "No problem. Help yourself.
I'll get you a fresh towel."
    He finished his tea and went to the
shower. I went to the laundry and got a beach towel. I went out to the stall
and said I was hanging it on the hook just outside the door. Through the cracks
between the boards I caught just a slight glimpse of his tanned body. I could
see the pale skin of where his shorts had shaded him from the summer sun. I
watched, maybe too long, and forced myself to withdraw back to the deck.
    He finished, cracked the door, and
got the towel. Soon he appeared wearing his dirty shorts. The shorts were a
mess, but he was freshly scrubbed. He walked back to the deck.
    "So, what do you want to
move?"
    I led him to the bedroom that I had
prepped but not painted.
     "Wow, this is a great
house," he said as he followed me through the living room and into the
wing of spare bedrooms.
    "Yeah, my aunt is really into
art and design. They have great taste. Part of my deal sitting here for the
summer is to redecorate the spare bedrooms." He followed me, and I sensed
his eyes were also drifting over me. I’ve go to say, I really liked that
thought. Did I wiggle and jiggle more than necessary? Of course I did.
    "I need to get the furniture
away from the walls so I can paint," I said as we came to the second
bedroom. He surveyed the dresser and bed.
    "No problem."
    "Well, I dragged the furniture
in another room and scratched the floor. It was a bitch to fix the scratches.
The guy at the hardware store gave me these to protect the floors." I
showed him the metal cups with a fabric base that I had bought.
    "If you lift a corner of the
bed, I'll slip the coasters under the legs. Then we can just slide them away
from the walls."
    He lifted a corner of the queen
bed, and I placed the coaster. We did the other corners. As I crouched on the
floor, I was vividly reminded that the “luv beads” were shifting in my pussy. I
squeezed, holding them tight. I was aware of his tanned legs just inches from
me as I knelt on the floor. I resisted the temptation to sneak a glimpse
upward. What would I see up the leg of his shorts? My pussy churned the beads.
    I didn't realize, at first, that my
thin sundress afforded him some intimate views of me. Being nude underneath was
totally natural to me. He must have noticed no bra line and, apparently, no
panty line. As I knelt at a corner of the bed that he lifted, this was probably
confirmed. He could certainly see down the low-cut neck line to my tanned
breasts hanging free. For just a glimpse, I think he could see all the way down
to my thighs. No panty spoiled that view. I caught a glimpse of his face. He
was flushed and seemed starting to get turned on.
    We easily slid the bed to the
center of the room. We then did the dresser and the small writing table.
     "Perfect," I said.
"Thank you. That really helped a lot."
    "No problem. Anytime."
    We went back through the house to
the kitchen. I noticed my skin felt flushed. The beads jostled in my pussy. I
squeezed to hold them in. I felt spasms between my legs. I was close to orgasm.
I offered him another bottle of tea which he took for the drive back to his
shop. He left, and I watched him drive off.
    I walked back to my bedroom.. I
almost tore off the dress and lay on the bed. I slowly pulled the “luv beads”
from my soaked pussy. I took the vibe from my nightstand. I didn't need lube. I
pressed the vibrating shaft between my swollen lips. I felt a tinge of regret
that I had not done him. It would have been so easy.
    After we moved the furniture, I
could have sat on the bed. I could have said, "I was surprised to see you
today. Did you see me watching you from the window? I thought you noticed me
when you were