1. She teases the handyman


    Date: 9/5/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: TXtabber, Rating: 19, Source: LushStories

    “We’ve painted it three times, put a few layers of a good primer on it, and it still shows through,” she explained as we stood in her living room. I’m a contractor, specializing in remodeling older homes. This normally wasn’t what I do, but it seemed like an easy job. Her kid had written on a section of the dining room wall using a black permanent marker. The wall was painted white, and the marker kept showing through the paint. It was a simple job of replacing half a wall of drywall and then painting the entire wall to match. “Well, she is quite an artist,” I pointed out. “Your daughter did a wonderful job.” She laughed and replied, “Yes, we laughed about it later that night, but when I first saw it I was not very happy.” I wrote her out an estimate and told her to let me know. It would take half a day to replace the drywall, and two more half-days to prime and do the painting. It was a small job, and I could do it myself, while my crew worked on a larger job. I got the call from her later that day. The job was mine and they were ready anytime I could do it. A few days later, I was knocking on her door at 9:30 a.m. When there was no response, I knocked again and rang the bell. I was headed back to my truck when the door opened. “Sorry!” I could only see her head as she called out from the open door. “Come on in! I’m upstairs with the girls. I’ll be right back down.” “Sure, no problem,” I replied, but she had already disappeared back into the house. I grabbed my tools and ...
    headed on in. As I set things up, I could hear her messing around with her daughters upstairs. Lots of delighted screams, giggles, and splashing. She was obviously bathing her kids. I smiled to myself and began my work on her wall. I had just made my first cut into the drywall when I heard her behind me. “Sorry about that,” she explained. “I couldn’t leave the girls in the tub alone.” I was on my knees and I turned slightly to reply and the words caught in my throat. She was standing there with a handful of wet towels. What took my words away was that she was wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a white t-shirt. The shirt was absolutely soaked. It was so transparent that it was clearly visible that she was not wearing a bra. I was staring at her right breast which was practically naked to my view. “Uhh,” I muttered. “No, umm, problem.” “Well, I’ll let you get to work. As she turned to go, she dropped a towel on the floor and as she bent to pick it up, it offered me a nice view of her cleavage as well. When she stood back up, she absent-mindedly straightened her clothing. As she pulled her shirt tight, I got the perfect view of her wet breasts. I think she finally noticed how wet and transparent her shirt was as she pulled it tight. She looked up at me and our eyes met for a second. I could almost see the twinkle in her eyes and a slight smile came across her lips as she turned to find her girls. I got a good view of her nice ass in a pair of Nike shorts as she moved away. I ...
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