John walked into the foyer of his house loaded down with paint rollers, tarps, and paint brushes. It was the first day of his home renovations and Allie would be there any minute to help him with color choices and some painting. In his rush to get things ready, he stepped on a rubber chew toy abandoned on the high-pile rug at the front door by his spirited three-year-old boxer mix. The dog was now safely out of the house and with John's brother for the day, but the damage had been done. He narrowly avoided landing in a heap on the hard stone floor of the foyer, but the unsteady pile of paint supplies he carried was not so lucky. Tools and canvas went flying everywhere, to the tune of the squeaker in the rubber toy that shot away as John kicked it aside.
“Dammit,” he mumbled, as he began collecting the flung tools into a pile by the front door. Just then, he heard a knock at the kitchen door. John sighed and gave up collecting the tools. He walked into the kitchen and smiled as he recognized the girl on the other side of the glazed door. She seemed to be doing her own version of the same juggling act he had just botched. John walked over and opened the door for her.
“Hey, Allie. Looks like you came armed for bear.”
Allie looked up from her load of color samples, window treatment swatches and floor blocks and gave him her million-watt smile. It never failed to take him a moment to acclimate to her all-encompassing presence. Today, he was blessed with an even more stunning vision than usual. The day was hot, and Allie was dressed for it in a baby pink, ribbed tank top and cut-off shorts that covered just enough of her toned, curvy body to make it legal for her to be outside. In deference to the work she was helping him with, she had shirked her typical summer sandals, wearing instead pink and heather-gray ankle socks and ratty, old Keds that may have been white once. Her short cap of mahogany brown hair was tucked under an old, paint-stained ball hat. While John enjoyed the delectable display before him, it was her big, bright, brown eyes and wide, plump lips that usually got him worked up. Her face was naked today, the way he liked it best. He fantasized often about those naturally rosy lips doing all sorts of interesting things to him.
Snapping out of his momentary stupor, John held the door wide and stepped aside so Allie could walk by. The soft scent of a spring bouquet wafted into his nose as she passed into his kitchen and to the island to put down her quickly unbalancing bundle. John felt himself tighten all over as desire punched through his senses. Down, boy, he mentally cautioned. He and Allie had been friends for years and he enjoyed that relationship too much to let his testosterone brain screw it up. He would just have to suck it up and keep his thoughts, and hands, to himself.
John closed the door and turned in time to watch as a sample book fell from the counter top to the floor and Allie bent over to pick it up. Good god. Her silhouette as she bent over was perfect. He could just imagine wrapping his hands around those rounded hips and pulling her lovely ass against the rebellious hard-on in his pants. John closed his eyes and scrubbed his hands over his face, mentally slapping himself over and over. Allie straightened with the book in her hands and turned to smile at him. For a moment, John thought he saw a knowing sparkle in Allie's eyes as she grinned at him, as if she knew how much he had enjoyed that little show. Then, her smile was the same as always and John walked over.
Allie said, “So, I brought you lots of samples. I know you said you don't know what you want, so I figured we could hunker down and try narrowing it down. We could go one room at a time and see where we end up. That sound okay?”
Allie was pulling out books and samples as she spoke, and suddenly John was mentally overwhelmed by the myriad options before him. He blinked a few times and handled some of the samples gingerly, like he thought they would jump up and eat his face. He was sure a few nonsensical noises had come out of his mouth as he imagined a slow and painful death by paint chip. John started when Allie laid her hand on his arm and squeezed reassuringly. He jerked his head and looked into her warm chocolate eyes, and felt himself calm down.
She smiled slowly and said, “It'll be alright, John. I promise, it won't be as painful as you think.”
Feeling less sure than she did, he nodded and they got to work. It turned out to be a much quicker process than John thought. Allie would pull out color swatches first, then she'd add a sample of the floor that John had decided he liked the best for the hardwoods, and finally she would overlay a few options for window treatments. They worked through the entire house in two and a half hours, had lunch, then decided what room they would work on first. They got the paint for the guest bedroom and bath to start with, as those were smaller rooms and easier to practice on.
They split up into separate rooms, and John rolled on paint while Allie cut in the corner, floor, and ceiling edges. She was fast and steady with her brush, and at times John found himself standing at the door of whatever room she worked in watching her move steadily along the ceiling or floor edge. He enjoyed the way she held her body tense, how she calmly breathed through every brush stroke. When she was up on the ladder he had a great view of her creamy thighs, and that rounded, cut-off-clad ass was right at face level. He had distracted daydreams about walking up behind her, reaching around to undo her shorts, and pulling them down, then spreading her ass cheeks wide to make way for his questing tongue. He imagined her surprised moan and the way she would hold on to the wall and press herself back against his mouth as he tongued her to a wicked orgasm.
When she worked on the floor edge of the wall she knelt over so her ass was in the air, and those damned cut-offs climbed high up her thighs to the bottom of her cheeks. They would shape themselves to her curves and folds and John imagined he could see the outline of her pussy lips against the denim. This position also pulled the shorts' waist down her back and displayed the blue, lacy thong she was wearing underneath. John wanted to rip her clothes to shreds and pound himself into her until she came, then keep going. He felt like he was going slowly mad as Allie worked her way around the rooms, always giving him the most amazing and tantalizing view.
By the time they finished with the guest bedroom and bath, John had the worst case of blue balls he'd ever experienced. He'd been in one state of arousal or another for the better part of ten hours and he could feel the tightness in his balls with every step. He walked into the guest bedroom just as Allie straightened from her last brush stroke. She set the brush into a well-used water bucket, capped the paint can she had been working out of, then stretched her arms up and over her head. The stretch moved down her luscious body, vertebrae popping as she curved her back to lengthen sore, cramped muscles.
John just stared, his mouth slightly open, unable to feign indifference any longer. He watched as Allie ran her hands down her sides, fingers just grazing the sides of her breasts, down to her curvy hips. She arched her neck left and right, using her fingers to massage the obviously tight muscles there. John's breathing had gone staccato and his hands were clenched at his sides, as if he was holding himself in place through sheer force of will.
Allie let out a soft moaning sigh and the sound went straight to his stiff cock, causing it to pulse against his paint-stained jeans. John had to get himself under control before Allie noticed his obvious state of near delirium. He stepped out of the room, leaned against the wall by the door, closed his eyes and tried to take slow, deep breaths. He was startled when Allie spoke, “John?”
He opened his eyes, afraid that she had turned and seen him before he'd stepped out. His throat was dry and he cleared it before answering, “Yeah.” John heard Allie moving to the door, then saw her step out into the shadowed hall. In the half light she looked exotic and sultry.
“Hmm. I was wondering if you were going to do anything about that.” Allie pointedly looked from his eyes to the bulge in his pants, then back up, a slow, teasing smile curling her lips.
John let out a startled breath and stepped away from the wall and away from her. “Allie, come on. We're friends. I like what we have together. I don't want anything to come between us.”
Allie took a step toward him and his breath got caught in his throat. She had a strange, dark gleam in her eyes; it made her look devastating, and hungry.
“Who says it has to come between us? I've waited for you to make a move for long enough. It's my turn.”
John had been taking steps away from her while she had been moving towards him, the sway of her hips a hypnotizing sight. He had forgotten about the bend in the hall and found himself pressed against the wall watching as she came closer. Allie walked to within a hand span and then stopped, her sparkling, smiling eyes roaming over his face, his chest, and down to his crotch.
John felt the look as if it had corporeal form, his entire body screaming for him to take the delightful gift Allie was offering. His eyes roamed over her body, from the tousled, finger-combed hair, down to the hard tips of her well-shaped and perky breasts poking into her tank, then lower to the waist of her frayed cut-offs. His hands were still clenched into hard fists at his sides in an effort to keep them from recklessly running over her body.
John looked back up into Allie's eyes and couldn't deny the desire he saw, looked down at her luscious lips and ached to fill himself with her taste. He took a shuddering breath and whispered, “Allie...” It sounded like a plea for permission, for her consent. Then he felt the fingers of Allie's left hand caress his clenched right fist, wrap around his hand and pull it toward her. She brought his hand to her waist and pried his fingers open, then placed his hand against the textured material of her tank. John held his breath, feeling the heat of her body through the thin cotton like an inferno against his palm.
Allie pressed her hand over his, then slid her hand up to grip his wrist as if shackling him to the inevitable outcome of their mutual desire. She smiled and whispered softly, “Yes...”
John heard himself growl as his lust pushed any sanity he had left out of his head. He pulled Allie to him, crushing her against his entire body, his other hand coming to grip the back of her head and guide her lips to his. He caught her full lower lip and sucked and nipped, his blood beginning a fast boil when she moaned into his mouth. He took her lips then with a vicious open-mouthed kiss, his tongue delving into the wet heat of hers to claim and ravage.
The hand John had at Allie's back moved with a mind of its own, first gripping her hip, then moving around to cup her full ass and press her against his delighted cock. John felt her arch her body into his, the erect tips of her breasts rubbing deliciously against his chest through the layers of fabric. The hand he held at the back of her head gripped a handful of her soft, sassy hair and pulled her head back, exposing her soft throat to his lips, tongue and teeth. He trailed hot, nibbling kisses along its length, first up to her earlobe, then down to her collarbone where he ran his teeth over the thin, sensitive skin. Allie moaned and sighed as her hands ran up John's arms and her fingers dived into his hair, urging him on.
John used his teeth and tongue mercilessly on her skin, feeding on her pleasure sounds and the taste of her. He curled his hips into her and felt her hips respond with a maddening undulation. She was as ready as he was, but he wanted to draw this out more. John had fantasized about just this moment for far too long to give in to his impulsive desire too quickly. He wanted to savor her.
With an almost careless strength, John slid his hands behind and under her ass cheeks, between her thighs, and then lifted Allie against his body, letting his hard-on nestle into the vee at her crotch as he again curled himself against her. Allie held on to his shoulders and threw her head back in a startled moan as John continued his exploration of her throat, enjoying the heat that seeped into his sensitive cock from her body. His mouth reached the neck of her tank, preventing further advancement unless he took care of it. With Allie saddled on his crotch and his hands holding her steady, John moved away from the wall and walked the short distance to his bedroom.
At the edge of the bed, John set Allie down, letting her slide down the length of his cock slowly before letting her feet hit the floor. She groaned in appreciation and ran her hands down his chest to the waist of his pants. John felt her fingers curl into the waistband and pull playfully, then her quick hands found his belt and he watched those slender digits pull on the tail and undo the buckle.
His cock responded with a quick tug at his loins, and John said, “Mmm, Allie. You're so devious. Are you in such a hurry to finish this?”
His lips caught hers and he kissed her until his head spun, his hands finding the hem of her tank and slowly sliding it up her body, fingers trailing along her heated skin. Allie raised her arms and let him drag the offensive piece of clothing over her head, and then she was standing before him in her little cut-offs and a sexy, sky-blue, lace bra. She looked positively sinful.
She grinned at his appreciation and said, “I'm not in a hurry. I just want to know what it feels like to wrap my hands around your cock.” John inhaled sharply and he felt his entire body hum with impatience. “And after all,” she continued, her fingers returning to their task of removing his pants, “you owe me a piece of clothing now.”
John smiled and stood still as she worked his jeans open, then gasped when her hands dived into his now open pants and gripped him through his boxers. He thrust his hips into her grip and felt her hand slide along his length through the thin cloth. His eyes closed and he reveled the exquisite friction of her sure fingers handling his cock. John's hands crept slowly up Allie's toned midriff, his thumbs sliding along the bottom edge of her lacy, enticing bra.
Just then he felt Allie slip her hand down further and cup his tight and overly sensitive ball sack. He gave a quick inhale, then made a strangled, gurgling sound as her fingers began to roll his balls gently from side to side. John felt his eyes roll back in his head behind his closed lids, hands gripping Allie tightly as she continued her ministrations, holding on for dear life while she tortured him so delightfully.
“Mmmmmm, a little sensitive here?” Allie squeezed his sack and John grunted, his entire body jolting like she was conducting a current through her fingers. He opened his eyes in time to see the hungry look in her eyes as she looked down at her target, then heard her say, “Tell you what. Let me help you with this little discomfort...”
John felt momentarily nonplussed as Allie moved lightning fast; she slid her hands up his tight abs and caught his shirt, tugging it up his chest. John released her long enough to take the shirt off and toss it in a corner, while she gripped the waist of his sagging pants and the elastic of his boxers and pulled them down past his knees. His cock sprung out and bobbed a little, John's excitement evident in the size of the thing and the way it throbbed like it had a mind of its own.