All in a day's work, part 1 - Sex Stories

All in a day's work, part 1

... but she said there was no need to drive. I hopped in the passenger seat, and we took off. Since it was summer, Carol was wearing shorts and a tank top. Her long legs were tanned and slim. This was a time when it was common for women to go braless, and I could see the perfect outline of her breasts thru the thin material of her shirt. She had the A/C on full blast, so her nipples popped out of her shirt like pencil erasures. I did not know how to make any small talk, so she did all the talking.

Carol said they had just moved into this new home and the movers had left dozens of boxes in the garage. She didn’t know any neighbors and saw me and my buddies on the road, so she thought one of us could help her. She said she had driven by earlier in the day and saw me, and thought I looked nice. I was not sure if she meant nice looking or nice as a person, but I said, “thank you”. She looked like she might be 24 or 25, since she seemed the same age as many of the hot young teachers we had in school. But she was a grown woman, and I was just a kid, so I did not talk much, since I was too shy to know what to say.

We pulled into the driveway of a new home. It had no grass and one tiny tree that the builder had planted in the front yard. It was kind of pathetic, but that is the way the lawns in the entire neighborhood looked. She hit the garage door button and drove in. There were boxes stacked up on one side of the two-car garage that filled the space. I said “wow, you were not ...

... kidding!”. She just smiled at me, and we got out of the car.

Carol said, “come inside and cool off before we get started”. I followed her in. In their kitchen they had more boxes stacked up on the counters. I asked, “When did you move in?”. Carol said the movers delivered the furniture two days ago. And her husband was called away on an unplanned work trip the next day. I could tell she was frustrated that she had to deal with the unpacking by herself.

“Let’s have a drink before we get started”, she said in a perky tone. “You can wash up at the sink”. She opened the frig and handed me a cold beer. I was used to sneaking a beer on occasion but was uncertain about drinking in front of a stranger. But I said to myself, “What the hell”, and took the beer. She opened one for herself and clinked our bottles together. We both said, “cheers!”.

We sat on her new sofa, which still had paper tags on the cushions. I warned her I was dirty and did not want to leave anything on her furniture. She said a cryptic remark, “I like it dirty”, but I was too naïve to even think about what she meant. We finished our beers quickly and she hopped up and grabbed two more. This was beginning to seem more like what my buddies were kidding about rather than what I assumed was gonna happen.

Carol told me that this entire move had been difficult for her. Her husband had taken a new job and they moved down here to an area where she knew no one. And he had already been called away on a business ...