Dan asked me to stop by the house to work up an estimate for my part of the job. He was still fully employed and wouldn't be home, but said that I could let myself in through the garage service door.
As I walked down the upstairs hallway toward the bathroom I heard music coming from the middle bedroom. Since the door was ajar, I could see a redheaded woman moving gently to the beat of the music. She was dressed in a black lacy bra and panties that accented her freckled, silky white skin. Her slim body and firm ass swayed seductively as she brushed her red hair in front of the mirror.
Suddenly she stopped as she caught my reflection in her mirror. She quickly grabbed her robe and held it up to her chest as she turned to face me. "Oh god, sorry," she exclaimed. "Dan just called me a minute ago to say you were coming to do the estimate. I didn't think you'd be here so soon."
"Sorry mam," I offered as I admired her shapely body. "Dan didn't tell me that anyone would be home. Hope I didn't scare you."
"He probably forgot. That's so like Dan. I'm Helen, Dan's sister. I'm visiting for a couple of weeks while my house is being remodeled."
"Nice to meet you, Helen. Well, I better get to that estimate."
Helen slipped on the robe, which gave me a full view of her nice tits and flat stomach as she threaded her arms into the sleeves. She didn't seem shy or embarrassed to be showing me her body so scantily dressed in her bra and panties.
"How long were you looking at me through the door?"
"I wasn't staring at you, mam. Like I said, Dan didn't tell me that anyone was home. Otherwise, I'd have rung the bell."
Helen looked at me carefully. "Well, I hope you don't think you can walk by my room and take a peek any time you feel like it. I'd hate to think that Dan hired a pervert to work for him."
Helen's implication that I was somehow a pervert annoyed me. I was like any other red blooded guy. I certainly enjoyed looking at a sexy woman. And I've looked at my fair share of magazines and porn over the years. And, I must confess that I rarely turn down an opportunity to visit a strip club. But a pervert? No, I'm certainly no pervert.
"Look, mam, I'm just here to give Dan an estimate for the bathroom remodel," I replied trying to hide my anger at her 'pervert' comment. (Under the circumstances I figured it was best to just let it go.)
I continued on to the bathroom and got the measurements I needed to work up the estimate. The wonderful scent of Helen's soap and shampoo still lingered in the humid air from her shower. No question she was a sexy woman.
Seeing Helen's sexy body must have put my mind on the thought of watching hot, scantily clad women dancing because I couldn't resist the impulse to stop by the local strip club on my way home. The Bare and Ball was a local bar that featured strippers dancing on a small stage along with a couple of pool tables in the back; hence the name Bare and Ball. Although there were other strip clubs in the area, this one had the reputation for having the hottest dancers.
I took my usual seat at the bar and ordered a pitcher of beer. After I'd downed a couple of glasses I was approached by Angel. She was a brunette about five-foot-three with a tight ass and the biggest natural tits you're likely to find. Many of the strippers had "done up" their tits with implants, which are certainly fine, but I tend to favor the natural look as compared to a pair of bolt-ons.
"Would you like a dance, baby?" Angel purred as she rubbed her big boobs against me and massaged my thigh. I did my best to look her in the eye, but my attention was constantly diverted by her bodacious knockers that strained against the little bikini top that just barely covered her nipples. Her hand lightly massaged my cock through my jeans. How could a guy refuse an offer like that?
Lap dances were performed in the back of the bar on chairs that were lined up along the wall. Not much privacy, but it offered a full view of the stage and the other lap dances in progress.
Angel started by swaying seductively in front of me clad only in her skimpy bikini top and bottoms. Seeing her silky white skin brought back the image of watching Helen earlier that day. Soon Angel reached behind her back and unleashed the bra that was barely restraining her titties. She leaned forward and slapped my face back and forth with her massive boobs before letting me get a full, up close look at her erect nipples.
The Bare and Ball had very liberal rules regarding lappers. Your hands were allowed to roam pretty much any where except the kitty. When Angel turned around and started grinding her ass into my crotch, I took the opportunity to cup her tits in my hands and massage her nipples between my fingers.
"Oh baby, you've got soft hands. That feels so good," Angel purred as she leaned her head back against my shoulder. She then turned around to face me and straddled my lap as she continued to grind against my growing cock. At this point my hands were roaming all over her tits and ass. She offered me each nipple for a little suck.
Sensing that Angel was enjoying the body massage that I was administering, I slowly moved my hand between her legs and brushed against her pussy that was covered by just a small triangle of fabric. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. "Oh baby, you can't do that. I'll get in big trouble."
"Who's going to know?" I countered.
"The boss has cameras back here. I'll lose my job," Angel said as the song ended.
Angel got off my lap and extended her g-string to accept my cash. "Thanks, baby," She purred. "You're a really dirty old man, aren't you?"
"I've been called worse," I said as I watched her wiggle her tits into her little bra.
"But you're a cute dirty old man," Angel said with a smile. "Come back and see me again. We'll see what happens."
I returned to my stool at the bar. I had a semi-hard cock which was my acid test that Angel's lapper was pretty good and definitely better than average. However, your mileage may vary.
After I got home, I took a shower to wash off the cheap perfume, lipstick and stale beer smell. As the hot water washed away the odor of the day, images of Helen and Angel passed through my mind. I'd been called a pervert and a dirty old man all in the same afternoon. Hey, I may be retired, but I'm not dead. I'd give them a bigger cock and better time than they'd get from most guys.
Pervert...
Dirty old man....
I fantasized about having both of them at the same time. I stroked my hard, soapy cock as I imagined Angel on her knees sucking my cock while I played with Helen's pussy. The fantasy was so vivid that I rubbed one out right then as I imagined Helen and Angel on their knees taking turns sucking me off.
I worked up the estimate for Dan that evening. He had asked me to call him as soon as it was ready. I gave him the quote and then went on to tell him about my encounter with his sister.
"I'm sorry about that," Dan started. "She's just visiting for a few weeks. Actually, she's my stepsister. We were both adopted at birth. If you notice, we don't look much alike."
"No problem," I said. "I just wanted you to know that she seemed upset that I was going to be working with you."
"Yeah, she can be difficult. She was a real handful for my parents when she was a teenager. She got into trouble at school for wearing short skirts and revealing clothes. She had a "reputation" if you know what I mean. And she gave my brother-in-law real fits while they were married. Finally, he couldn't take it any more and left. Then she hooked up with a biker, which didn't end well."
"I saw the Harley tattoo on her lower back," I offered.
"How did you see that?"
"She was in her bra and panties."
"Bra and panties? You must have made quite an impression," Dan said with a chuckle.
"Not really.