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“I do like this house,” Kara pronounced. She was naked, lying on her back at the side of the pool, looking at the sky.
Dirk yawned, but not from lack of sleep, more from boredom. “Uh huh, so I gathered,” he replied, his eyes still on his paper.
Kara stretched and put her hands behind her head. “I didn’t at first, though.”
Dirk wanted to keep his focus on what he was reading, but being polite, asked, “And why not?”
“No privacy.”
Dirk snapped his paper and dropped it on the pool deck. “You’re joking!” he challenged, trying not to sound openly hostile.
Kara rolled over and came to her knees, facing him. “No, really. I’m serious. I do need my privacy.”
Dirk studied the naked body before him. “Doesn’t seem to be a concern right now.”
Kara blushed. “Uh well -”
“And you sure weren’t worried about it when Paul was here.” Dirk smiled as he added, “No, definitely not worried, wearing just... oh my god... flimsy panties and an open-front shirt.”
They were on the patio, surrounded on all four sides by the house. Kara stood and crossed the few feet between them. Seating herself in Dirk’s lap, putting her arms around his neck and pressing her nose against his, she said, “Yes, but you guys were in the living room and I was in the den.”
Dirk looked right, into the living room, behind a wall of glass, no curtains. "We might have been in the living room..." He looked opposite, into the den. Another wall of glass, and again no curtains. “...and you might have been in the den...” He pinched Kara’s bare nipples. “...but with you flashing these, I doubt Paul heard a word I was saying.”
Kara brushed her nose against his. “I don’t remember you complaining. What I do remember though, was how anxious you were to get your hands on ‘em, soon as Paul was gone.”
“Uh, yeah, but -” The doorbell rang.
Kara grabbed Dirk’s arm and looked at his watch. “My god,” she exclaimed, “It’s afternoon!” She jumped off Dirk’s lap and scooped up her bikini. “Gotta be your contractor. I need to get some clothes on.”
“Right. And please, this is not Paul. He’s a complete stranger, so behave yourself.” Dirk slapped her butt as she dashed for their bedroom, behind yet another wall of glass, and also with no curtains. Kara turned with an impish grin on her face. She gave Dirk the finger.
He took his time getting to the door – needed to give Kara time to get safely into the bathroom. Dirk looked through the peep hole. Looks like he might be the contractor. He opened the door.
The visitor started to introduce himself, “I'm Bill Jensen. We talked on the phone about some remodeling...” He stopped in mid-sentence, his mouth open, but unable to speak further.
“Yes,” Dirk said, expecting the visitor to continue. When he did not, Dirk quickly said, “Right, thanks for coming. Do come in.”
The visitor found his voice, “Of course.” Still in a state of surprised confusion, the visitor followed Dirk into the house. Dirk led him right to the den and commenced to explain what he had in mind. “I want a second story -”
The visitor interrupted, “Forgive me, but I've got to know...” He squinted his eyes. “Did I see you last night?”
“Might be,” Dirk replied, “I don’t remember the name of the place, but my girlfriend and I did eat dinner downtown.”
“No, no... not Dallas – Fort Worth. That had to have been you I saw in Fort Worth last night.”
Holy shit, thought Dirk. “Yeah, we did go to some club over there...” What’s his name, the contractor, Bill, he must have been there too. Dirk tried to brush it aside, “But we weren’t there long. Not sure I even know the name of the place.”
Bill - that was his name - grinned conspiratorially. “Without Care,” he said, naming the club. Dirk nodded. Bill’s hands went up excitedly, “Now please don't take offense, but that girlfriend of yours… Hot!”
Dirk looked toward the bedroom where Kara was dressing. “Speaking of which, would you give me a minute?” Dirk was gone before Bill could respond.
“You're not going to believe this,” Dirk said, barging through the open doorway into Kara's bathroom.
She was wrapped in a towel, standing before the mirror, applying fresh makeup. “What? What am I not going to believe?”
“The contractor, Bill Jensen, I think he called himself...”
“Yes?”
“He saw us last night, at that club we went to in Fort Worth.”
Kara lit up. “Really? What did he see?”
Dirk looked around the room, like he expected the answer to be there someplace. “He didn’t say, but he had to have at least seen us dancing.”
Kara smirked. “So you’re thinking I should wear the same blouse and panties I was wearing last night.”
Dirk pulled nervously at his ear. “Well, I guess you could if you wanted, but actually I was thinking you might want to stay in here, until he's gone.”
“And why would I need to do that?”
“You don’t need to. You can do whatever you feel comfortable with.”
“So I don’t have to hide then?”
“No, no, of course not. I just wasn't sure you'd want to face up to someone who saw us last night.”
“You think Grayson might find out?”
“No way. Well, I did get Bill’s name from James Ramsey. You do know him, he’s at Grayson Locke, too. But I don’t see Bill here saying anything to James about it, and even if he did, no way would James say anything to Grayson. So no, I don’t see any reason for worry in that department.”
“So I can do pretty much whatever I want. You’re not going to get upset or anything?”
Dirk raised his hands in surrender, “Hey, makes no difference to me. Probably make his day.”
“You mean like, even the towel, if that’s what I wanted to do?”
Dirk took his time looking. Kara was bare except for it. “Well, you might ought to wear a little more than just the towel,” he teasingly suggested.
“Right,” Kara said, “I’ll save the towel for another time.” She unwrapped it from her otherwise naked body, hesitating long enough for a lecherous once-over from Dirk, then shooed him out, snapping the towel at his retreating backside.
Back in the den, Dirk apologized for having been gone so long, then continued describing what it was he wanted. “I need to add a second story to this part of the house. I don't have an office downtown anymore. I want one here, above the den, so I have a place to work."
Bill was an architect who specialized in remodeling jobs. In addition to doing the design, he also supervised the construction. He had come highly recommended. "Alright, now if I come up with something you don’t like, or something you don’t understand, you stop me, okay?” Dirk nodded. Bill went on, “We can run the stairway up over there, over top where you have the TV and stereo. Under the stairs we'll build in cabinets and shelves to hold that stuff. Probably be enough space behind to give you some access to the wiring. Now, what about the windows?"
“You have probably guessed that Kara, that's my girlfriend you saw last night, doesn't like wearing a lot of clothes.” Dirk looked at the wall where the stairway and electronics were to go, trying to imagine how it would work. He paused a couple beats, then turned to the contractor. “So anyway, I'm going to want windows overlooking the courtyard, and windows overlooking the back yard.”
“She’s fun to watch, huh?”
“You noticed,” Dirk responded agreeably enough, although he was not altogether comfortable with Bill's remarks. He attempted to shift the subject, “Anyway, the back windows need a bookcase under them. And my desk, that’ll be under the windows overlooking the courtyard.” He paused, rethinking what he had said. “No, on second thought, you can build the desk in too."
"Right. Not a problem.” Bill paused, looking around the den, looking through the windows toward the pool and the rest of the house, still thinking about Kara. “So does uh... what'd you say her name was?”
“Kara.”
“Right, Kara. She lives here with you?”
“Uh huh. She’s finishing her bath. She’ll likely come around before you leave.” He smiled at Bill and asked rhetorically, “That’ll not be a problem, will it?”
“Oh no, of course not!” he exclaimed, “But right now, I do need a table. Got to make some notes and do a few sketches."
"Right," Dirk replied, "We can use the one in the kitchen."
He led Bill into an eating area at the side of the kitchen. Dirk moved toward a seat on the backside of the table, granting himself a view of the kitchen and most of the house beyond. He motioned Bill to the seat opposite.
Bill took pencils and a sketch pad from the case he carried. He scribbled some notes and began to draw. Dirk’s confidence grew as he watched Bill work. The lines were straight and the proportions good, although Bill used neither a straight-edge, nor anything by which to measure.
Dirk looked up and watched as Kara came through the living room and into the kitchen. She had put on clothes, but not anything she would have worn in public. Dirk held his breath, sure that Bill would turn when he heard her footsteps. Bill however, remained with his back turned. Kara, actually wanting Bill to turn and look, announced in a voice meant to gain attention, "Don't mind me, I'm just fixing a pot of coffee." Bill, quite surprisingly, still did not turn. He also didn't say anything. He just continued with his sketching.
Kara was wearing harem style pajamas. They would have been sexy, even if they had been made of denim. Although only moderately see-through, they left no doubt that there was nothing under them. Dirk liked the look, even if he did think it a bit too much with a stranger in the house. On the other hand, he thought, if Bill was also the one watching us in the parking lot last night, well...
The top of Kara's outfit had elastic around the neck line, arms and stomach. It was pulled down onto her arms, leaving her shoulders bare, and pulled up under her breasts, leaving her stomach bare. The elastic waistband of the pants was pushed low, just above the pubic region.
Dirk studied Kara’s barely hidden body as she fussed over the coffee maker. Her breasts were the perfect size for her petite body, probably a large 'B' or small 'C'. They jutted out nicely from her rib cage without a trace of sag whatever. Her quarter-sized areolas contrasted nicely with her allover tan. At the center of the areolas were two even darker bumps, her nipples, which got larger and harder when she was aroused, like now. Dirk was certain that Kara's nearly bare breasts would excite Bill as much as they did him, but Bill had yet to turn around.
Kara reached into a cupboard above the sink, affording Dirk an eye-catching view of her backside. The elastic waistband of the harem pants was just at the top of her ass-crack, separating two nicely rounded mounds of firm flesh, each just the right size for a comfortable grip. The backs of Kara’s legs were nicely visible through the harem pants, strong but solid thighs attached to beautifully sculpted calves. Kara held the pose a few seconds, hoping that Bill might choose that moment to turn and look - but he did not.
Dirk was treated to a view of the frontside as Kara turned back to the coffee maker. She had shaved her lips smoothly. Their puffiness was evident through the thin fabric of the harem pants. Just above her hidden clitoris was a little patch of carefully trimmed hair. The elastic waistband of the harem pants was at the top of that.
Bill still had not turned around. Dirk was guessing that Bill might be trying to be polite, but he also knew that Kara had dressed in the manner she had, expecting Bill to look. Trying to stir things up a little, he said to Kara, "You know, Mr. Jensen was recommended to me by James Ramsey, one of the guys you work with,"
Kara quickly grasped what Dirk was doing. To keep the ball rolling she said, "I could put on something more modest, but I'm guessing that Mr. Jensen isn’t the type to say anything.”
Bill finally turned. He was dumbstruck by the sight that greeted him. He had expected Kara to be braless, but he hadn't expected her breasts to be so visible. My god, she's damn near topless! Kara was leaning against a counter, hiding the fact that the rest of her, was also just as exposed.
Bill did eventually regain his voice. "Uh no... I won't say anything. I see a lot in my business..." He gulped. "...well not usually like today – but I do know better than to talk about it.” He licked his lips. “And my men understand if they want to keep their jobs, they don't say anything either."
Kara basked in the look she was getting from him. She smiled. The coffee was done brewing. She asked, "You guys ready for some coffee?"
Bill, clearly enjoying Kara’s nearly topless look, responded quickly, "Uh yeah, black if you please." He made a slight gurgling sound as he sucked in his breath, lowered his head and turned back to his sketching. Dirk confirmed that he too would take a cup.
Kara came to the table carrying two cups of coffee. From behind, she put a cup down at Bill’s side. He looked up from his sketching to thank her, but when he saw the bottom was as transparent as the top, and that she wasn't even wearing panties, he lost his voice. Bill stared without saying anything. His eyes followed Kara as she walked around to Dirk's side of the table. Dirk was sure Bill wanted to be polite, but he also understood why he hadn't stopped staring.
As Kara put Dirk's coffee down, he attempted to introduce them, "Bill, Kara Radcliffe. Kara, Bill Jensen." Kara extended her hand toward Bill but he was still frozen in place. Things just weren't registering clearly. A smile formed on her lips as she continued to extend her hand in Bill's direction. Eventually he did regain his senses, took her hand and stammered, "Uhhh, very pleased to meet you."
Kara looked at Dirk, then back at Bill. "Would it be alright if I get my coffee and join you?"
Bill's head was going up and down like an oil pump as he blurted, "Of course, by all means." Dirk nodded and Kara went back to the coffeepot to pour herself a cup. With Kara gone, Bill whispered, "I could watch her all day."
Dirk responded similarly, "You do understand then, why I want those windows."
"Oh yeah. Good looking. Hot too!"
Kara returned with her coffee and took the seat next to Dirk. She had overheard the last remark. She looked first at Dirk, then at Bill. "I hope that was me you were talking about."
"Uh huh," confirmed Bill, "I was just saying how beautiful I thought you were." He was staring at Kara’s chest.
She blushed a little. Dirk looked too and watched as her nipples grew. Kara got very aroused when anyone paid attention to her, especially so if she wasn't wearing much. She asked Bill, "Would you still think that if I put on more clothes?"
Bill stuttered, "Uhhh, uhhh, well... of course! But I'd rather you didn’t."
It was quite a turn-on for Dirk to watch Kara, nearly naked, and carrying on a conversation with an almost stranger. He stirred the pot. “You know, Kara, Bill said he saw the two of us at 'Without Care' last night.”
Kara turned to Bill, “Dancing, at the table or what?”
“Uhm, well, I guess I didn’t notice you until I saw you dancing.”
“Right,” Kara said resignedly. She blushed beet red but but managed to put a smile on her lips. “I guess I did have a few too many drinks last night.”
Bill put down his pencils and looked across the table. Dirk didn’t seem to be showing any displeasure at the direction of the conversation. “Well, whatever it was, it certainly looked like you were having fun.”
“I probably was. Where were you? Were you dancing too?”
“No, I was alone, sitting at the bar.”
“Really? Could you tell what I was wearing?”
Bill looked at Dirk again, wondering how far he should go. A lot of guys wouldn’t want their girlfriend to be having this kind of conversation with some other man. Dirk though, didn’t appear overly concerned. Bill turned back to Kara. “Well, far as I could tell, not a lot, looked like just a blouse and panties. ”
“Could you tell I wasn't wearing a bra?”
Bill shot another look in Dirk’s direction. Not seeing any reason not to continue, he replied, “Well, I couldn't tell for sure, at least not at first, but I did kinda guess it.”
“Sounds like I was being kinda bad.” She turned to Dirk. “You going to have Bill here do the addition?”
“I was thinking I would. What do you think?”
“Your house, your decision. I wouldn’t know how to choose a plumber, much less someone to add on a whole floor. I do have one concern though.”
“And that would be?” Bill asked.
“How long will this take and what time do your guys start?”
“Should be about two months, and I like ‘em to start at seven. That won’t be a problem, will it?”
“For me? No, not so long as Dirk doesn’t object.” Kara looked at him. Dirk shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. Kara explained, “I do get up around seven, but I don’t get dressed for work until around eight.” Kara acted as if that was explanation enough.
Bill caught on. “I can assure you, my guys’ll not object. Might even help to get ‘em to work on time.”
"Oh, and one other thing, different subject."
“Uh huh,” Bill said apprehensively.
“When we were talking about you watching us last night, I asked if you'd known I wasn't wearing a bra, and you said, not at first. What did you mean by that, not at first?”
Bill hesitated, looking from one to the other, then carefully responded, “I left just after you did,” as if that answered the question.
You could almost see the light bulb flashing over Kara’s head. “So you’re the one.” It was more a statement than a question.
Dirk had been imagining the morning scene for the next couple of months, but Kara’s remark jolted him from his dreams. “What do you mean, he’s the one.”
Kara looked at Bill. “That was you in the car across from us?”
Bill looked at Dirk for a few seconds, then back at Kara. He quietly replied, “Yes, that was me.”
There were several seconds of silence as they looked from one to another. Then Bill said, "I need to get a few measurements, then I'll be gone. You'll have my proposal in a couple of days." He added, "And if you guys have something you want to be doing, I can let myself out when I'm done." Bill got up from the table and walked toward the den.
As soon as Bill's back was turned, Kara grabbed Dirk's cock. "Hey, slow it down," he whispered. Dirk and Kara pushed back their chairs and headed for the bedroom. As they passed through the den, Bill studiously watched Kara, sufficiently so in Dirk's opinion, to have fully committed her assets to memory.
In the bedroom, Dirk pushed Kara down onto the bed. She reached into the front of his drawstring jeans and wrapped her hand around his cock. “So, she said, it's okay with you? – the way Bill was looking me over just now?”
Dirk lay back and let Kara play with his cock. He grinned. “You want me to go back and punch him out.”
“No, not really. I was kinda asking for it – dressed the way I am and all.”
Dirk reached over and pulled Kara's top above her breasts. He leaned over, caught one of her nipples between his teeth and raked the tip of it with his tongue. Turning it loose he said, “You do like having your tits looked at, don't you?”
Kara jerked away from him, grasped her top with both hands, pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor. She lay back, looking at the ceiling while Dirk nibbled on first one, then the other of her bare breasts. “Yeah, I do like it.” She grabbed Dirk's head and pressed his lips against one of her breasts. Dirk massaged the nipple with his teeth. “But not nearly as much as I like what you're doing right now.”
She pushed her pants down and kicked them free. Dirk snaked a hand between her legs. “Oooh, yes, you are wet,” he said, his fingers sliding along Kara's well lubricated pussy lips.
“You know, kind sir, I did just spend the last hour or so, sitting around in see-through pajamas, no underwear, taking to someone I just met, about him watching me dancing in my panties and a blouse, and then even learning that he was watching when I had your head clamped between my legs.”
Dirk's hand was still making motions between Kara's legs. “But you are so wet. You must have been liking all of that.”
Kara rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling. “It was okay.”
Dirk took his hand away. “Just okay, huh?”
Kara grabbed his hand and clamped it between her legs. “Okay, so I liked it. I admit that shit turns me on. But that cock of yours isn’t exactly limp either.”
Dirk untied the drawstring on his jeans and stripped them off. Kara wrapped her hand around his bare cock. Dirk said between moans, “You know when Bill leaves, he's going to have to walk through the kitchen.”
Kara heard Dirk’s remark, but it didn’t click. Her focus was on Dirk’s cock. “Uhm, slippery,” she cooed, “I love it when it's like this. But you were saying, something about Bill going through the kitchen. And?”
“From the kitchen he can look across the courtyard into the bedroom.”
She understood. Kara grabbed Dirk’s cock with both hands and fed it between her lips. She flipped around and spread her pussy across Dirk’s face. Licking up the precum from the head of his cock, she asked, “You don’t think he'll look, do you?”
Dirk's face was smothered between Kara's legs but he was still able to eke out, “Would you care if he did?”
She reversed again. Astride Dirk, Kara took his cock and rubbed it against her pussy. “Not unless you did.”
Dirk's hands grabbed onto Kara's butt. As she dragged his cock across the opening to her pussy, he yanked down, driving it deep into her. “Then forget I mentioned it.”
Kara rode slowly up and down on Dirk's cock. Her hands were locked behind her head and her tits jutted out proudly. Dirk grasped her tits and massaged them with both hands. She brought her lips to his, they kissed and tasted themselves in the other's mouth.
They held the kiss as the tempo increased. Dirk grabbed Kara's ass and slammed her against his cock. As she came down, his hips lurched up. Dirk had been so ready, it didn't take much. His face contorted as he stifled a scream. Kara was charged too. As Dirk's hot sperm erupted into her, she exploded, then collapsed in a heap on top of him.
The silence that followed was broken by the click of the front door closing.
Dirk yawned, but not from lack of sleep, more from boredom. “Uh huh, so I gathered,” he replied, his eyes still on his paper.
Kara stretched and put her hands behind her head. “I didn’t at first, though.”
Dirk wanted to keep his focus on what he was reading, but being polite, asked, “And why not?”
“No privacy.”
Dirk snapped his paper and dropped it on the pool deck. “You’re joking!” he challenged, trying not to sound openly hostile.
Kara rolled over and came to her knees, facing him. “No, really. I’m serious. I do need my privacy.”
Dirk studied the naked body before him. “Doesn’t seem to be a concern right now.”
Kara blushed. “Uh well -”
“And you sure weren’t worried about it when Paul was here.” Dirk smiled as he added, “No, definitely not worried, wearing just... oh my god... flimsy panties and an open-front shirt.”
They were on the patio, surrounded on all four sides by the house. Kara stood and crossed the few feet between them. Seating herself in Dirk’s lap, putting her arms around his neck and pressing her nose against his, she said, “Yes, but you guys were in the living room and I was in the den.”
Dirk looked right, into the living room, behind a wall of glass, no curtains. "We might have been in the living room..." He looked opposite, into the den. Another wall of glass, and again no curtains. “...and you might have been in the den...” He pinched Kara’s bare nipples. “...but with you flashing these, I doubt Paul heard a word I was saying.”
Kara brushed her nose against his. “I don’t remember you complaining. What I do remember though, was how anxious you were to get your hands on ‘em, soon as Paul was gone.”
“Uh, yeah, but -” The doorbell rang.
Kara grabbed Dirk’s arm and looked at his watch. “My god,” she exclaimed, “It’s afternoon!” She jumped off Dirk’s lap and scooped up her bikini. “Gotta be your contractor. I need to get some clothes on.”
“Right. And please, this is not Paul. He’s a complete stranger, so behave yourself.” Dirk slapped her butt as she dashed for their bedroom, behind yet another wall of glass, and also with no curtains. Kara turned with an impish grin on her face. She gave Dirk the finger.
He took his time getting to the door – needed to give Kara time to get safely into the bathroom. Dirk looked through the peep hole. Looks like he might be the contractor. He opened the door.
The visitor started to introduce himself, “I'm Bill Jensen. We talked on the phone about some remodeling...” He stopped in mid-sentence, his mouth open, but unable to speak further.
“Yes,” Dirk said, expecting the visitor to continue. When he did not, Dirk quickly said, “Right, thanks for coming. Do come in.”
The visitor found his voice, “Of course.” Still in a state of surprised confusion, the visitor followed Dirk into the house. Dirk led him right to the den and commenced to explain what he had in mind. “I want a second story -”
The visitor interrupted, “Forgive me, but I've got to know...” He squinted his eyes. “Did I see you last night?”
“Might be,” Dirk replied, “I don’t remember the name of the place, but my girlfriend and I did eat dinner downtown.”
“No, no... not Dallas – Fort Worth. That had to have been you I saw in Fort Worth last night.”
Holy shit, thought Dirk. “Yeah, we did go to some club over there...” What’s his name, the contractor, Bill, he must have been there too. Dirk tried to brush it aside, “But we weren’t there long. Not sure I even know the name of the place.”
Bill - that was his name - grinned conspiratorially. “Without Care,” he said, naming the club. Dirk nodded. Bill’s hands went up excitedly, “Now please don't take offense, but that girlfriend of yours… Hot!”
Dirk looked toward the bedroom where Kara was dressing. “Speaking of which, would you give me a minute?” Dirk was gone before Bill could respond.
“You're not going to believe this,” Dirk said, barging through the open doorway into Kara's bathroom.
She was wrapped in a towel, standing before the mirror, applying fresh makeup. “What? What am I not going to believe?”
“The contractor, Bill Jensen, I think he called himself...”
“Yes?”
“He saw us last night, at that club we went to in Fort Worth.”
Kara lit up. “Really? What did he see?”
Dirk looked around the room, like he expected the answer to be there someplace. “He didn’t say, but he had to have at least seen us dancing.”
Kara smirked. “So you’re thinking I should wear the same blouse and panties I was wearing last night.”
Dirk pulled nervously at his ear. “Well, I guess you could if you wanted, but actually I was thinking you might want to stay in here, until he's gone.”
“And why would I need to do that?”
“You don’t need to. You can do whatever you feel comfortable with.”
“So I don’t have to hide then?”
“No, no, of course not. I just wasn't sure you'd want to face up to someone who saw us last night.”
“You think Grayson might find out?”
“No way. Well, I did get Bill’s name from James Ramsey. You do know him, he’s at Grayson Locke, too. But I don’t see Bill here saying anything to James about it, and even if he did, no way would James say anything to Grayson. So no, I don’t see any reason for worry in that department.”
“So I can do pretty much whatever I want. You’re not going to get upset or anything?”
Dirk raised his hands in surrender, “Hey, makes no difference to me. Probably make his day.”
“You mean like, even the towel, if that’s what I wanted to do?”
Dirk took his time looking. Kara was bare except for it. “Well, you might ought to wear a little more than just the towel,” he teasingly suggested.
“Right,” Kara said, “I’ll save the towel for another time.” She unwrapped it from her otherwise naked body, hesitating long enough for a lecherous once-over from Dirk, then shooed him out, snapping the towel at his retreating backside.
Back in the den, Dirk apologized for having been gone so long, then continued describing what it was he wanted. “I need to add a second story to this part of the house. I don't have an office downtown anymore. I want one here, above the den, so I have a place to work."
Bill was an architect who specialized in remodeling jobs. In addition to doing the design, he also supervised the construction. He had come highly recommended. "Alright, now if I come up with something you don’t like, or something you don’t understand, you stop me, okay?” Dirk nodded. Bill went on, “We can run the stairway up over there, over top where you have the TV and stereo. Under the stairs we'll build in cabinets and shelves to hold that stuff. Probably be enough space behind to give you some access to the wiring. Now, what about the windows?"
“You have probably guessed that Kara, that's my girlfriend you saw last night, doesn't like wearing a lot of clothes.” Dirk looked at the wall where the stairway and electronics were to go, trying to imagine how it would work. He paused a couple beats, then turned to the contractor. “So anyway, I'm going to want windows overlooking the courtyard, and windows overlooking the back yard.”
“She’s fun to watch, huh?”
“You noticed,” Dirk responded agreeably enough, although he was not altogether comfortable with Bill's remarks. He attempted to shift the subject, “Anyway, the back windows need a bookcase under them. And my desk, that’ll be under the windows overlooking the courtyard.” He paused, rethinking what he had said. “No, on second thought, you can build the desk in too."
"Right. Not a problem.” Bill paused, looking around the den, looking through the windows toward the pool and the rest of the house, still thinking about Kara. “So does uh... what'd you say her name was?”
“Kara.”
“Right, Kara. She lives here with you?”
“Uh huh. She’s finishing her bath. She’ll likely come around before you leave.” He smiled at Bill and asked rhetorically, “That’ll not be a problem, will it?”
“Oh no, of course not!” he exclaimed, “But right now, I do need a table. Got to make some notes and do a few sketches."
"Right," Dirk replied, "We can use the one in the kitchen."
He led Bill into an eating area at the side of the kitchen. Dirk moved toward a seat on the backside of the table, granting himself a view of the kitchen and most of the house beyond. He motioned Bill to the seat opposite.
Bill took pencils and a sketch pad from the case he carried. He scribbled some notes and began to draw. Dirk’s confidence grew as he watched Bill work. The lines were straight and the proportions good, although Bill used neither a straight-edge, nor anything by which to measure.
Dirk looked up and watched as Kara came through the living room and into the kitchen. She had put on clothes, but not anything she would have worn in public. Dirk held his breath, sure that Bill would turn when he heard her footsteps. Bill however, remained with his back turned. Kara, actually wanting Bill to turn and look, announced in a voice meant to gain attention, "Don't mind me, I'm just fixing a pot of coffee." Bill, quite surprisingly, still did not turn. He also didn't say anything. He just continued with his sketching.
Kara was wearing harem style pajamas. They would have been sexy, even if they had been made of denim. Although only moderately see-through, they left no doubt that there was nothing under them. Dirk liked the look, even if he did think it a bit too much with a stranger in the house. On the other hand, he thought, if Bill was also the one watching us in the parking lot last night, well...
The top of Kara's outfit had elastic around the neck line, arms and stomach. It was pulled down onto her arms, leaving her shoulders bare, and pulled up under her breasts, leaving her stomach bare. The elastic waistband of the pants was pushed low, just above the pubic region.
Dirk studied Kara’s barely hidden body as she fussed over the coffee maker. Her breasts were the perfect size for her petite body, probably a large 'B' or small 'C'. They jutted out nicely from her rib cage without a trace of sag whatever. Her quarter-sized areolas contrasted nicely with her allover tan. At the center of the areolas were two even darker bumps, her nipples, which got larger and harder when she was aroused, like now. Dirk was certain that Kara's nearly bare breasts would excite Bill as much as they did him, but Bill had yet to turn around.
Kara reached into a cupboard above the sink, affording Dirk an eye-catching view of her backside. The elastic waistband of the harem pants was just at the top of her ass-crack, separating two nicely rounded mounds of firm flesh, each just the right size for a comfortable grip. The backs of Kara’s legs were nicely visible through the harem pants, strong but solid thighs attached to beautifully sculpted calves. Kara held the pose a few seconds, hoping that Bill might choose that moment to turn and look - but he did not.
Dirk was treated to a view of the frontside as Kara turned back to the coffee maker. She had shaved her lips smoothly. Their puffiness was evident through the thin fabric of the harem pants. Just above her hidden clitoris was a little patch of carefully trimmed hair. The elastic waistband of the harem pants was at the top of that.
Bill still had not turned around. Dirk was guessing that Bill might be trying to be polite, but he also knew that Kara had dressed in the manner she had, expecting Bill to look. Trying to stir things up a little, he said to Kara, "You know, Mr. Jensen was recommended to me by James Ramsey, one of the guys you work with,"
Kara quickly grasped what Dirk was doing. To keep the ball rolling she said, "I could put on something more modest, but I'm guessing that Mr. Jensen isn’t the type to say anything.”
Bill finally turned. He was dumbstruck by the sight that greeted him. He had expected Kara to be braless, but he hadn't expected her breasts to be so visible. My god, she's damn near topless! Kara was leaning against a counter, hiding the fact that the rest of her, was also just as exposed.
Bill did eventually regain his voice. "Uh no... I won't say anything. I see a lot in my business..." He gulped. "...well not usually like today – but I do know better than to talk about it.” He licked his lips. “And my men understand if they want to keep their jobs, they don't say anything either."
Kara basked in the look she was getting from him. She smiled. The coffee was done brewing. She asked, "You guys ready for some coffee?"
Bill, clearly enjoying Kara’s nearly topless look, responded quickly, "Uh yeah, black if you please." He made a slight gurgling sound as he sucked in his breath, lowered his head and turned back to his sketching. Dirk confirmed that he too would take a cup.
Kara came to the table carrying two cups of coffee. From behind, she put a cup down at Bill’s side. He looked up from his sketching to thank her, but when he saw the bottom was as transparent as the top, and that she wasn't even wearing panties, he lost his voice. Bill stared without saying anything. His eyes followed Kara as she walked around to Dirk's side of the table. Dirk was sure Bill wanted to be polite, but he also understood why he hadn't stopped staring.
As Kara put Dirk's coffee down, he attempted to introduce them, "Bill, Kara Radcliffe. Kara, Bill Jensen." Kara extended her hand toward Bill but he was still frozen in place. Things just weren't registering clearly. A smile formed on her lips as she continued to extend her hand in Bill's direction. Eventually he did regain his senses, took her hand and stammered, "Uhhh, very pleased to meet you."
Kara looked at Dirk, then back at Bill. "Would it be alright if I get my coffee and join you?"
Bill's head was going up and down like an oil pump as he blurted, "Of course, by all means." Dirk nodded and Kara went back to the coffeepot to pour herself a cup. With Kara gone, Bill whispered, "I could watch her all day."
Dirk responded similarly, "You do understand then, why I want those windows."
"Oh yeah. Good looking. Hot too!"
Kara returned with her coffee and took the seat next to Dirk. She had overheard the last remark. She looked first at Dirk, then at Bill. "I hope that was me you were talking about."
"Uh huh," confirmed Bill, "I was just saying how beautiful I thought you were." He was staring at Kara’s chest.
She blushed a little. Dirk looked too and watched as her nipples grew. Kara got very aroused when anyone paid attention to her, especially so if she wasn't wearing much. She asked Bill, "Would you still think that if I put on more clothes?"
Bill stuttered, "Uhhh, uhhh, well... of course! But I'd rather you didn’t."
It was quite a turn-on for Dirk to watch Kara, nearly naked, and carrying on a conversation with an almost stranger. He stirred the pot. “You know, Kara, Bill said he saw the two of us at 'Without Care' last night.”
Kara turned to Bill, “Dancing, at the table or what?”
“Uhm, well, I guess I didn’t notice you until I saw you dancing.”
“Right,” Kara said resignedly. She blushed beet red but but managed to put a smile on her lips. “I guess I did have a few too many drinks last night.”
Bill put down his pencils and looked across the table. Dirk didn’t seem to be showing any displeasure at the direction of the conversation. “Well, whatever it was, it certainly looked like you were having fun.”
“I probably was. Where were you? Were you dancing too?”
“No, I was alone, sitting at the bar.”
“Really? Could you tell what I was wearing?”
Bill looked at Dirk again, wondering how far he should go. A lot of guys wouldn’t want their girlfriend to be having this kind of conversation with some other man. Dirk though, didn’t appear overly concerned. Bill turned back to Kara. “Well, far as I could tell, not a lot, looked like just a blouse and panties. ”
“Could you tell I wasn't wearing a bra?”
Bill shot another look in Dirk’s direction. Not seeing any reason not to continue, he replied, “Well, I couldn't tell for sure, at least not at first, but I did kinda guess it.”
“Sounds like I was being kinda bad.” She turned to Dirk. “You going to have Bill here do the addition?”
“I was thinking I would. What do you think?”
“Your house, your decision. I wouldn’t know how to choose a plumber, much less someone to add on a whole floor. I do have one concern though.”
“And that would be?” Bill asked.
“How long will this take and what time do your guys start?”
“Should be about two months, and I like ‘em to start at seven. That won’t be a problem, will it?”
“For me? No, not so long as Dirk doesn’t object.” Kara looked at him. Dirk shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. Kara explained, “I do get up around seven, but I don’t get dressed for work until around eight.” Kara acted as if that was explanation enough.
Bill caught on. “I can assure you, my guys’ll not object. Might even help to get ‘em to work on time.”
"Oh, and one other thing, different subject."
“Uh huh,” Bill said apprehensively.
“When we were talking about you watching us last night, I asked if you'd known I wasn't wearing a bra, and you said, not at first. What did you mean by that, not at first?”
Bill hesitated, looking from one to the other, then carefully responded, “I left just after you did,” as if that answered the question.
You could almost see the light bulb flashing over Kara’s head. “So you’re the one.” It was more a statement than a question.
Dirk had been imagining the morning scene for the next couple of months, but Kara’s remark jolted him from his dreams. “What do you mean, he’s the one.”
Kara looked at Bill. “That was you in the car across from us?”
Bill looked at Dirk for a few seconds, then back at Kara. He quietly replied, “Yes, that was me.”
There were several seconds of silence as they looked from one to another. Then Bill said, "I need to get a few measurements, then I'll be gone. You'll have my proposal in a couple of days." He added, "And if you guys have something you want to be doing, I can let myself out when I'm done." Bill got up from the table and walked toward the den.
As soon as Bill's back was turned, Kara grabbed Dirk's cock. "Hey, slow it down," he whispered. Dirk and Kara pushed back their chairs and headed for the bedroom. As they passed through the den, Bill studiously watched Kara, sufficiently so in Dirk's opinion, to have fully committed her assets to memory.
In the bedroom, Dirk pushed Kara down onto the bed. She reached into the front of his drawstring jeans and wrapped her hand around his cock. “So, she said, it's okay with you? – the way Bill was looking me over just now?”
Dirk lay back and let Kara play with his cock. He grinned. “You want me to go back and punch him out.”
“No, not really. I was kinda asking for it – dressed the way I am and all.”
Dirk reached over and pulled Kara's top above her breasts. He leaned over, caught one of her nipples between his teeth and raked the tip of it with his tongue. Turning it loose he said, “You do like having your tits looked at, don't you?”
Kara jerked away from him, grasped her top with both hands, pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor. She lay back, looking at the ceiling while Dirk nibbled on first one, then the other of her bare breasts. “Yeah, I do like it.” She grabbed Dirk's head and pressed his lips against one of her breasts. Dirk massaged the nipple with his teeth. “But not nearly as much as I like what you're doing right now.”
She pushed her pants down and kicked them free. Dirk snaked a hand between her legs. “Oooh, yes, you are wet,” he said, his fingers sliding along Kara's well lubricated pussy lips.
“You know, kind sir, I did just spend the last hour or so, sitting around in see-through pajamas, no underwear, taking to someone I just met, about him watching me dancing in my panties and a blouse, and then even learning that he was watching when I had your head clamped between my legs.”
Dirk's hand was still making motions between Kara's legs. “But you are so wet. You must have been liking all of that.”
Kara rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling. “It was okay.”
Dirk took his hand away. “Just okay, huh?”
Kara grabbed his hand and clamped it between her legs. “Okay, so I liked it. I admit that shit turns me on. But that cock of yours isn’t exactly limp either.”
Dirk untied the drawstring on his jeans and stripped them off. Kara wrapped her hand around his bare cock. Dirk said between moans, “You know when Bill leaves, he's going to have to walk through the kitchen.”
Kara heard Dirk’s remark, but it didn’t click. Her focus was on Dirk’s cock. “Uhm, slippery,” she cooed, “I love it when it's like this. But you were saying, something about Bill going through the kitchen. And?”
“From the kitchen he can look across the courtyard into the bedroom.”
She understood. Kara grabbed Dirk’s cock with both hands and fed it between her lips. She flipped around and spread her pussy across Dirk’s face. Licking up the precum from the head of his cock, she asked, “You don’t think he'll look, do you?”
Dirk's face was smothered between Kara's legs but he was still able to eke out, “Would you care if he did?”
She reversed again. Astride Dirk, Kara took his cock and rubbed it against her pussy. “Not unless you did.”
Dirk's hands grabbed onto Kara's butt. As she dragged his cock across the opening to her pussy, he yanked down, driving it deep into her. “Then forget I mentioned it.”
Kara rode slowly up and down on Dirk's cock. Her hands were locked behind her head and her tits jutted out proudly. Dirk grasped her tits and massaged them with both hands. She brought her lips to his, they kissed and tasted themselves in the other's mouth.
They held the kiss as the tempo increased. Dirk grabbed Kara's ass and slammed her against his cock. As she came down, his hips lurched up. Dirk had been so ready, it didn't take much. His face contorted as he stifled a scream. Kara was charged too. As Dirk's hot sperm erupted into her, she exploded, then collapsed in a heap on top of him.
The silence that followed was broken by the click of the front door closing.
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