Laila escorted me to the front door, shook my hand, and told me she would recommend my services to her friends.

As I was leaving, the gate guard waved at me to pass through, as he was checking in cars entering the community.

I arrived at the shop, unloaded the tools, and then presented Laila’s check to my father. His eyes rose when he saw the amount.

“They must have liked you!” he laughed.

If only he knew how much!

We picked up minor projects that lasted a day or two, but nothing exciting happened.

About two weeks had passed since I finished Laila’s home office project when I heard my father answer a phone call one morning.

I overheard him telling a client he would send someone out shortly to get an idea and work on an estimate.

I entered his office as he placed the phone on his desk.

“A friend of Laila and Trace, the couple whose house you worked at recently?” he asked.

“Yes, I remember,” I replied.

Boy, do I!

“Her name is Aida, she said she met you at the couple’s house. She wants you to drop by her house after lunch, which I assume is at one this afternoon. She has a project she wants you to look at and give her ideas.”

I nodded as he gave me the address.

As I looked at the note, it did not surprise me that it was in another exclusive neighborhood in a small rural community about forty-five minutes from our shop.

I decided to leave the shop earlier than needed, so I could stop by my apartment and clean up.

Well-to-do clients do not want dirty or dingy-looking people entering their castles. And I remembered meeting Aida at the furniture shop. She came across, in my opinion, as bitchy.

I arrived early and saw the black Mercedes that was once in Laila’s driveway, parked in one of the bays. The garage was huge and could hold three cars. A large boat occupied the last stall.

The house was as large as Laila and Trace’s, but the architecture was a Western American design. There were arches within the design, and the front almost resembled a white cathedral with large arching windows.

A long second-floor porch with large windows behind a black metal rail filled the second portion of the house front. The lower portion had matching windows with shrubs in front of them.

The property appeared to be over an acre large and had several trees. The lawn near the house was not shaded, so the manicured lawn was lush and green, I noted as I got out of my truck.

I noticed at least three security cameras around the front when I approached the front door.

The doorbell was one of those that included a camera. When I pressed the button, I heard a loud ding-dong, like a classic chime.

Aida’s voice came through the doorbell camera, “Thanks for coming. Let yourself in, and I will be down in a moment.”

Then I heard the door unlock, so I stepped inside a large den. The interior was well lit, with white walls and stained wood flooring with matching trimming around the windows and crown molding.

A large, stone-lined fireplace, framed by large windows and French doors, filled the back wall. I could see a concrete patio and a swimming pool, with a matching bathhouse through the windows.

A wooden stairway and a hallway were off to one side, and a kitchen was on the other side.

As I waited for Aida, and looking around, I thought to myself that it was a good thing I dressed appropriately. These people had money.

Just then, Aida startled me.

“Welcome to my home.” 

I turned to see her and almost dropped my notepad. I had to catch my tongue before I slipped up and said something that would have been inappropriate.

She wore a small white skirt and a pink sleeveless blouse, buttoned a bit low, exposing her large and tanned cleavage. Her long legs were tanned and well-shaped. I guess she played tennis.

 Her dark hair was pinned behind her head, and her dark eyes examined me for a moment. The scent of her perfume weighed heavily in the air.

I tried not to stammer when I thanked her for calling.

“No, I want to thank you. I was impressed with your work at Laila’s home, and I told my husband about it,” Aida smiled.

“Come with me, and I’ll show you what I’d like to do in the bath house.”

The thought of “There’s something I’d like to do in the bath house, too,” came to mind, as I followed her.

We walked out on the patio, where a bean-shaped pool sparkled under the sun. A couple of metal tables with closed umbrellas sat beside the pool, and two long sunning chairs lay next to the bathhouse.

A tennis court located behind a large bathhouse affirmed my thoughts of Aida playing tennis.

Inside the bathhouse was an open space with a wet bar on one side and an entrance to a full-sized bathroom in the back that included a bathtub/shower combination.

“I want to change this interior. It is too bland,” Aida said as she looked around.

“Would you like to keep the bar and the bathroom?” I asked.

“The bathroom could use repainting, and its ceramic tile is fine. The bar is OK, but the floor needs replacement and the walls need repainting.”

Aida pointed at the windows. I saw a couple of cracked panes and one missing. “Can you replace these windows?”

I told her I could, and there were other designs I could upgrade to and make it modern and match the house better.

Aida smiled, “That is exactly what I am looking for. This bathhouse was a last-minute addition, and we skimped on the design. Now it is time to upgrade it.”

I took measurements of the windows and the room’s interior and made notes as Aida watched.

I looked around the room, then suggested slip-proof flooring.

“I noticed this floor tile, and I bet it gets slippery when wet. I recommend it removed and install something that reduces that chance of someone slipping.”

Aida agreed with my suggestions and asked me to present a quote. I let her know I’d have something worked out in a day or two.

She took my pad and wrote her cell phone number on it, then thanked me again.

As I returned to my shop, I hoped I was not too obvious looking at Aida’s bodily features, but my goodness, it was not easy. She would pass as a teenager’s dream MILF anytime.

I worked out several ideas and a ballpark quote, then called Aida the next day. I asked her if there was a particular color she would like for the floor and walls. She paused then asked if I could bring over paint brochures and flooring ideas to her business sometime soon.

“Sure, would you have a particular day and time?” I asked.

Aida suggested I come by the next day.

That gave me time to research floor ideas and find a couple that I am sure she would like. The cost of the materials was high, but I did not think cost mattered.

The next day, I arrived at Aida’s store, dressed in a black polo shirt and grey slacks.

One of the salesladies greeted me, and when I told her why I was here, she led me to an office in the rear of the showroom.

We found Aida’s office door closed, so the woman tapped on it gently.

A moment passed before Aida opened the door.

Seeing me, Aida smiled and invited me inside and closed the door.

She wore a white cotton dress that showed her cleavage, and when she sat in her chair, I could see between her breasts even better.

I pretended I did not see it, and I averted my eyes before she looked up at me.

Aida went through the photos and brochures I brought and liked one of the flooring ideas: a multi-square and rectangular tile pattern in natural earth tone tans. To match the floor colors, she picked a light beige or limestone colored paint.

I asked her about the grout colors, saying white is a good color, however I could make it any color she would like. She liked the off-white grout, noting it did not stand out as white would.

Then I showed Aida three or four windows and doors ideas for the entrance and the bathroom entrance. She liked the louvered bathroom door, then she picked a clear plexiglass door with a white frame for the main entrance.

I told Aida I would have to work out the estimate of costs and labor, and she told me to bring a contract proposal to the store when I got it all together.

It took my father and I a couple of hours to get it together. The most involved labor would be removing and installing the floor Aida picked.

When I presented the proposal the next day, Aida was pleased with the costs and signed the contract.

We started three weeks later, because we had to order the tiles, windows and doors and get them shipped in.

Aida stayed with us the entire time for the first two days. And she catered for lunches provided by local shops.

She dressed conservatively and remained in a good mood, though she seemed nervous when we began to remove the windows. I assured her the demolition was always the messy part.

I noticed she would watch my helper, Jordan. I could not tell if she was interested in him or not.

Sometimes women are hard to read, I suppose.

We replaced the doors and windows on the first day, and when we returned and started removing the tile floor, Aida did not hang around. She said the scraping made her edgy, in a way that fingernails scraping a chalkboard does to people.

Aida’s husband surprised us on the third day, while we were preparing the floor before we laid the tiles.

I had not seen him around while we were working the previous days and wondered why.

He had walked up and watched us working for a moment before introducing himself. He said he had just returned home the previous evening from a project.

Then he mentioned that Aida went to the store this morning.

He brought over one of the iron chairs from a nearby table near the swimming pool and sat. As he watched us work, he began telling us about some of his projects and the trips involved.

During the next few days, while Aida was at work, we were entertained by the man’s trips. He’d talk about some of the women he’d met in foreign countries.

“Most women see American men and flock to them. Of course it’s all about money. Sex is cheap, and I had a pair of house maids on a couple of trips,” he smiled. I'm sure the maids kept things clean.

When the project was completed, Aida’s husband thanked us, then assisted us with cleaning up our mess and helped load our equipment onto my truck.

Then he said he was about to leave the country again for about two months as he led us into the house to write a check for the work we did.

Two days later, I arrived at the shop earlier than the others. I sat at my desk to check on some supplies for another project.  I was doing some calculations when the phone rang.

It was Aida calling, and she asked if I could return this morning and address something. I told her I could and wondered what we had forgotten about after I disconnected the call.

When I arrived at Aida’s house, I noticed her husband’s SUV was gone.

As I approached the front door, Aida greeted me at the front door, wearing a simple black dress.

“Please come in. I’m glad you arrived early. Would you mind helping me with something?”

Not knowing what to expect when Aida took me upstairs into a bedroom.

I may have taken two steps inside when Aida dropped her dress and turned around to face me stark naked.

As I imagined, Aida’s breasts were huge, with dark circles around her hard nipples. Her dark pubic hair trimmed close, in what I call landing strip style.

She had slight tan lines, which showed that she either used a tanning salon or lay nude by her pool outside.

Aida stepped closer to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me hard and long. Her tongue moved around my teeth and tongue.

A stupid thought popped in, “Glad I brushed my teeth.”

Then Aida stepped back, then knelt and unbuckled my pants and lowered my zipper.

As she tugged my pants down, my underwear slipped with them.

Aida smiled, seeing my cock was already at attention, and she stroked it before kissing the tip of it.

Aida took it all into her throat, and she put her nose in my pubic hair.

I tried not to cum, but her oral skills made it impossible to hold back.

Satisfied she got all she could, Aida kissed the tip of my cock, then told me it was my turn.

She sat on the edge of the large bed and lay back, spreading her legs.

I knelt between her legs and began kissing the insides of her thighs. Her body scent and taste were sweet.

As I licked and sucked on Aida’s clit, I reached for her breasts and squeezed her nipples between my fingers. She moaned and put her hands over mine and held them there.

Somehow, Aida managed to move further onto the bed and was having a serious orgasm that began slowly and built up fast as I fingered her anus.

Her final climax resulted in her squirming side to side and pushing up into my face as she moaned loudly.

Then, Aida twisted herself onto her stomach and breathed hard.

I couldn’t resist her beautiful ass, so I pulled up close and grabbed her hips.

Naturally, she pulled her hips up, allowing me to penetrate her doggie style.

Aida’s pussy was tight and wet as a younger woman would have, and probably better due to her age and experience.

I could not resist fingering her anus after a moment, and Aida began to fuck me like mad, pushing her ass hard and fast into my abdomen.

I took a chance when my dick slipped out of Aida’s pussy and tried to put it in her ass.

Aida reciprocated and relaxed as I slid my eight inches slowly into her tight anus.

I must admit Aida’s sexual skills were superb, and if I were her neighbor I’d have to be a regular.

I didn’t last much longer, and I pulled out, shooting another load on Aida’s ass.

We relaxed a bit, and as I got dressed, Aida watched.

Too bad I had to leave and return to the shop.

Aida thanked me for my discretion and said she’d be in touch soon.