I have been doing small home repairs and minor renovations as a side gig for a number of years. Over time I have encountered many women of all ages and situations - single girls, single moms, married, divorced, widowed - who required my services with their small renovations and repairs. I always do the best job possible for a reasonable cost. Some are very appreciative and others request ‘additional services’ - if you get my meaning.
This was one of those times.
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After retiring at sixty-five Marilyn found herself bored and feeling stuck in a rut. Volunteering at Meals on Wheels and the animal shelter only sated part of her need to keep busy and she decided that a small kitchen renovation would be a good project. She had owned her house for almost twenty years since the divorce and lived alone since her youngest daughter moved away. Her nursing career had kept her busy and occupied, filling her nights and weekends for the last forty years. Now the time passed slowly and she needed something to occupy her days.
Marilyn had found my number through a couple she knew. I had done some work for them and they had given her my name, number and an excellent referral. She asked me to stop by and give her an estimate to update her kitchen.
I rang the bell and the door opened almost immediately.
“Good morning,” I said with a smile. “I’m J. We spoke on the phone regarding your kitchen.”
“Good morning,” Marilyn replied. “Please come in.”
I closed the door, slipped my shoes off and followed her to the kitchen.
“Well, this is it,” she announced.
It was a nice size for a fifty-year-old bungalow, with a large window over the sink and generous counter space and cabinets.
“Nice layout. Good solid wood cabinets… countertops are in excellent condition… flooring needs replacement, though,” I commented as I looked it over. “What did you have in mind?”
I looked her over as I waited for a reply. She was short and petite with a slightly crooked smile and blondish hair with a little grey poking through. The black-rimmed glasses were oversized but suited her, as did the snug jeans and the long-sleeved blue t-shirt. She looked good.
“I was thinking of new flooring, new cabinets and countertops, maybe a tile backsplash… and paint, of course.”
“Certainly doable, but not necessary in my opinion. Anything else?”
“I have always wanted a pantry. I use the closet in the hallway now.”
I gestured to the built-in desk and cupboard along the back wall.
“We could take this out and replace it with a pantry. Maybe closet-sized with a nice oak and glass door to match your trim and windows?”
“That would be great!”
“I suggest we refinish and paint the cabinets white, with new handles. They are in great shape and will look more modern. Keep the countertops and add a tile backsplash. Will look totally different and be less expensive as well.”
“That all sounds good. I didn’t think of just painting the cabinets.”
“Well, the doors and drawers have to come off, everything stripped, sanded and primed first. More work and time but much less expensive than replacing them.”
“Oh, I see. That makes sense to me.”
“We can do the flooring last, that way there is no issues with marks, scratches or paint splatter. A laminate vinyl would work well and is a good option for the space.”
“Well,” she said with a big smile. “So far I like what you have in mind. I need a solid estimate though, I’m retired and on a limited budget these days.”
“I will work it out and get back to you tonight. I can drop it off around six and answer any questions you have.”
“That would be good.”
I took some pictures and measurements, prepared a little sketch and added my notes to it before heading to the door. I slipped my shoes on and caught her checking me out.
“See you around six, Marilyn,” I said with a smile.
“Yes, I look forward to it,” she smiled back.
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We sat at the table in the dining area next to the kitchen and reviewed the plan and estimate together. She sat next to me, the white skirt she now wore riding up and exposing a good portion of her slim thighs. I could smell the scent of the light flowery perfume she wore and catch a glimpse of her bare breasts through the sleeveless red top as she leaned close to me to review the estimate. Her knee would press against mine and she liked to rest her hand on my forearm as we talked. It was quite obvious that she was very pleased to have male company.
"Everything looks good to me," she said with a smile. "It is at the top end of my budget, though."
"We can make some changes," I replied.
"I was thinking more of a discount?" she said as she put her hand on my arm and smiled up at me. "What if I do some of the work? I can help with the cabinets, the painting, maybe a few other things."
"Hmm, maybe we can work something out," I mused. "If you follow instructions and do as I show you, I will give you a discount on the labor part. The materials cost what they cost, however."
"I would be fine with that," she agreed as her hand moved to my thigh. "Is there any other way to get a discount?"
"What do you have in mind?" I asked, already knowing what she was alluding to.
"Maybe a little trade?" she offered sensually. "Some of your service for some of mine."
Her hand slid up my thigh and the tip of her fingers brushed the swelling bulge in my pants as she ran her tongue over her lips.
"I would even be willing to provide a down payment," she teased.
"I think we can work something out," I replied as I leaned back and put my arm on the back of the chair.
She gave me a wry smile, shifted in her chair and put her hands on my crotch. I watched as her slender fingers slowly pulled down the zipper and released my swelling cock from the confines of my pants. She wrapped both hands around the thick shaft and stroked it slowly from base to tip as she leaned her head down.
"Very nice," she purred as she smiled up at me. "Might be the biggest I've had yet."
Her tongue appeared and began swirling around the swollen tip as she gently squeezed the shaft. I sat back and watched her tongue swirl and twirl as it slithered its way down the shaft and back up before running circles around the fat mushroom. Her tongue disappeared and her lips parted as she took me into her mouth, gently sucking the tip a few times before taking half my length. I put my hand on her head and grasped a handful of hair between my fingers as she began bobbing up and down, gently pushing her down further on each stroke.
