From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Paint Job (mf, cons)
Date: 28 Jun 1996 12:56:13 GMT

			      Paint Job

	Sometimes there are "fringe benefits" to a job that you never
even think of.

	Like the time Alicia's mom asked me to paint their kitchen one
weekend for $3 an hour or $25, whichever was less. I thought it would
be a nice diversion to watch Alicia while I worked - a lot less boring
than doing yard work for old Mrs. Bache - but really the money was the
thing that made me accept.

	I knew Alicia from school, of course - you couldn't help
noticing her. She was in her Junior year, so I didn't see her much...
only a glimpse in the hall now and then. But that glimpse was enough
to keep you going for the whole day. She was kind of small, and round
- I don't mean she was fat; I mean there were rounded corners to her,
nice soft curves everywhere you looked.

	She had great breasts and a lovely rear that you could watch
forever. Sad green eyes looked out of a round face, and a cute red
mouth. Her hair was brown and straight, but curled under at the
shoulder. No sharp edges anywhere. When she first came to the school,
I thought she'd cause a riot.

	New glands weren't strong enough for the strain of watching
her sway back and forth down the hall. I remember the time she was
wearing a wrap-around skirt one windy day as she walked past the
athletic field. Three guys at football drowned in their own hormones.

	Even her name was great - Alicia. The last name wasn't so
great: Morgenstern.

	Alicia... Morgenstern. Oh well. On a spring day, hanging out
with the guys, all you had to do was sigh, "Alicia," and they all knew
what you meant.

	Anyway, when Mrs. Morgenstern asked me to paint her kitchen,
the money was all I really thought about. It would be nice to see
Alicia, but I had conditioned myself not to hope for too much. Too
many nights of aching need had left me a little older and more
cynical. I never expected anything to happen between her and me.

	I came to their house in my shorts and T-shirt. (One of the
great things about doing odd jobs is you have an excuse to walk around
in people's nice houses dressed like a slob.) Mrs. Morgenstern was
just getting ready to leave for an Open House across town - she was a
real estate agent which was keeping the money coming in - Mr.
Morgenstern had gone some years earlier; I never asked how.

	"By the way," she said over her shoulder, "Alicia will be
helping you."

	I shouldn't have been surprised. By the pay I mentioned
earlier, you could tell Mrs. Morgenstern was on the cheap side. She
was getting Alicia to help to make sure I came in under twenty-five
dollars.

	Almost on cue, Alicia came into the hall in cut-offs and a T-
shirt and a white painter's cap I bet she bought just for that day.
She even had her hair down, neatly brushed and shiny. She really didn't
think she was going to get any paint on herself. I heaved a sigh,
silently hoped she'd screw things up enough so it would cost $25
anyway, and set to work.

	I worked on the ceiling and she worked on the lower cabinets.
I pretended it was to save her from straining herself, but the real
reason was to watch her bending over. I wasn't concentrating at all,
and I had to clean up mistakes more than once. Alicia was feeling
pretty saucy, and teased me about my sloppiness and her own impeccable
work. She wasn't getting any paint on herself either, after all. I was
getting badly tempted to put some on her.

	For a moment I sensed something going on behind me. I turned
around and she was pretending to paint my rear end with a roller.

	"I'm fixing your face," she said.

	I reached over with my brush and swatted her on her little
nose. She yelped as if she had been bitten. "Get it off!" she cried.

	"Relax, it's just a little paint."

	"Get it off! It's going to hurt my nose!"

	I wet a towel in the sink and carefully wiped off her nose.
She was pouting like a hurt little child. "Is that better?"

	For an answer, she grinned like a wolf and hit me full in the
face with a loaded paintbrush.

	After about three hours (only $9!) I had to admit that we were
done. We got everything together and took it into the backyard to
wash out. They had a big backyard with high walls - at least eight
feet - and a patio, and a lawn with soft green grass, warmed by the
summer sun. We took the garden hose and rinsed out the painting tools,
and then our hands (and face).

	I gave Alicia the hose and watched her wash the one bit of
paint she got on herself, on the inside of her thigh.

	"Can I help you with that?" I grinned.

	She stopped, and slowly started to raise her head. By the time
I saw that grin again on her face, I realized I had made a tactical
error by giving her the hose.

	"Don't... you... dare."

	She stalked toward me with the water pistol, looking just like
a murderess stalking her prey.

	"Don't... even... think it."

	She giggled in an evil way and kept walking toward me. I got
the idea I could wrestle the "gun" out of her hand.

	Bad idea.

	I got it in the face for the second time that day. I tried
grabbing the hose from her again, then finally made a retreat.

	"You better not let me get hold of that hose, sister," I said
as threateningly as I could. But I couldn't help smiling, either at
the thought of what I was going to do to her, or at the expression on
her face. She still had that wicked smile, the tip of her tongue
between her teeth. Such a doll face, such an evil smile!

	I "rushed" her and got soaked, but this time I got hold of her
wrist.

	(I think I grabbed something else for a moment, but I'm not
sure.) She curled up into a ball, trying to keep me from getting
control of the "gun."

	She didn't dare press the handle in that position. Perfect. I
crouched over her, slowly moving my grip up to her hand. "No, no,
please don't," she half laughed, half squealed. I reached her hand and
closed her fingers over the handle. The stream of water shot her
square in the stomach.

	She put up with it for three whole seconds, screaming at the
top of her lungs, before she dropped the hose and ran. I picked up the
hose and soaked her good just as she got around the corner of the
house.

	This went on, back and forth, as the game got "dirtier and
dirtier," ambushing each other, wrestling (with the hose getting less
and less attention), until I had her cornered. "No, please don't,
please, I'll do anything," she pleaded, laughing so hard she was
almost crying. I stalked her, playing the mock rapist, holding the
hose suggestively at waist-level... then I stopped.

	I couldn't believe it! Her hair was dry! After all that, her
hair was still perfectly combed, and not a drop of water on it!

	Slowly, menacingly, I advanced toward her, unscrewing the
"gun" from the hose. My God, what evil deed did the mad rapist have in
store for his victim?

	Alicia stood there in the corner, beside herself with
laughter, and yet now almost a little afraid of my expression. I
stalked toward her, closer, closer...

	 ... gently lifted the hose over her head and let the water
pour down on her, ruining in a moment her beautiful hairdo. She stood
there, ready to burst either with laughter or tears, I don't know
which... I was laughing.

	The release of that moment was tremendous. Everything changed.
I stood there, still holding the hose, watching the water pour over
her head,her shoulders, her breasts... lovely round breasts...

	Her face was relaxed, her eyes closed in rapture as she let
the water wash over her. I stood very close to her, really noticing
everything for the first time; how the water sparkled in the sun, how
it flowed over her shoulders down to her breasts, where her nipples
showed through the soaking wet fabric; her soft, golden legs, little
drops of water gleaming on her skin; her round, angel face, with such
an expression of enjoyment; her bright green eyes, now looking into
mine.

	I moved the hose down to the back of her neck, the water
pouring in a sheet across her shoulders and down her back, over her
lovely ass. She arched her back, pressing herself against me. Very
softly, I touched her lips with mine, slowly kissing her more and more
deeply, pressing against her, letting her feel how hard I was for her.
She wanted to feel it. She met the force of my body with her own,
letting me feel every part of her softness against me. I let the water
pour down between us, feeling the delicious warm flow lubricating us,
but not cooling the heat.

	I put the mouth of the hose against her nipple and the water
squirted up into our faces. Laughing, I stepped back and moved the
hose back and forth over her, letting the water play over her body,
watching the different directions it ran down. Alicia looked at me,
her angel eyes filled with such lust.

	She bit her lower lip... or did she say something to me?

	I stepped forward again and unbuttoned her cut-offs, then let
the water trickle down inside. We kissed deeply, our tongues flicking
across each other playfully. She reached around me and pulled off my
T-shirt, then stepped away so I could get a better look at her as she
peeled off her own top,

	never for a moment taking her eyes off me. Her tits were round
yet slightly pointed, reminding me almost of Hershey's Kisses, with
the little round tips of her nipples. I went to her, then down on my
knees and took one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking in as much as I
could. She bent slightly to meet my kiss, letting a little cry escape
from her throat. My tongue swirled around her little nipple, then to
the other one, back and forth, Alicia squirming more and more. Looking
up at her, I saw her face turned up toward the sun, basking in the
warmth above and below. She bit her lip again, but I seemed sure she
was saying something under her breath.

	I took the hose and stood up again, and took her in my arms. I
reached behind and lifted the edge of one leg of her cut-offs, and
slipped the hose up inside, between her legs.

	She put her arms around my shoulder and nuzzled her face
against my neck, pushing back against the streaming water, feeling it
gush against her pussy and between the cheeks of her ass. I watched
her hips moving slowly,obscenely in little circles, and the water
dripping out of her pants, and started feeling very thirsty. She ran
the tip of her tongue around the edge of my ear and whispered
something. This time I heard what she said.

	She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled out my stiff cock. She
took it in both hands and started stroking up and down.

	She pulled the hose out of her shorts and got down on her
knees. She took the hose in her mouth and started going up and down on
it, licking it around the opening. She was going crazy - and so was I,
just watching her.

	She took a bit of water in her mouth and then went down on my
cock. The feeling was incredible. She held her lips tight around me as
she slid my cock in and out of her mouth, swirling the water around
with her tongue until she swallowed and sucked the water off my stiff
dick.

	"Don't come yet," she said.

	"I'm trying not to."

	She slid her tongue up and down, then poured water over my
dick as it lay on her tongue. I couldn't believe I was watching this
doll face, ready to swallow my cock whole. She pulled my shorts the
rest of the way down, then rolled onto the grass and peeled off her
own cut-offs. I watched her as she rolled around on the soft grass,
moaning with lust, both of us ready to explode. She wrapped the hose
around her like it was a snake, pulling it between the cheeks of her
ass, over her pussy, and up to her mouth.

	She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing it between her legs.

	I went to her and knelt beside her on the warm soft grass. I
could feel my stiff cock waving in the air as if looking for something
to go into.

	I took the hose from Alicia and let the water pour over her,
reminding me of syrup pouring over a stack of pancakes. I let the
water trickle onto her clit. She rocked her hips up and down as the
water splashed onto her pussy.

	I moved between her legs, and still letting the water pour on
her, I moved my dick back and forth, matching her rhythm so the tip
touched the folds of her pussy, then deeper and deeper with each
stroke, so that before either of us knew it we were fucking in the
soft wet grass, my cock moving in and out to meet each thrust of her
hips. I bent down to nibble and suck on her lovely tits. Alicia cupped
them in her hands, lifting them up to my mouth so that I could suck on
them more. The speed of our fucking increased, then slowed, as we
enjoyed every inch of the pleasure we gave each other, then sped up
again as our animal lust took control. I felt I was in a dream. I had
watched this beautiful girl from afar, had her in my fantasies, and now
it was really happening; I was fucking my sweet Alicia in the soft
summer grass in her back yard.

	The moment came rushing upon us. She wrapped her legs around
my back and held me tightly as I pushed all the way into her then
stayed there. We kissed long and deeply as I felt myself shooting
inside of her, the lips of her pussy contracting around me as if to
milk me dry.

	We lay in the sun together, perfectly content, kissing and
stroking each other lovingly, gently. Eventually we got up, turned off
the hose (the yard was a swamp by then) and went inside. While our
clothes were in the dryer, we showered together to get the grassy
smell out of ourselves, while we discovered the pleasures soapy water
and bath oil could bring.

	An hour later we sat contentedly on the sofa, Alicia's hair
perfect once again, watching TV when Mrs. Morgenstern finally came
back. She was amazed at how good a job we had done. "Everything's so
neat and clean - not a speck of paint anywhere!"

	"We cleaned up very thoroughly," I said. Alicia and I gave each
other a grin behind her mother's back.

	"How long did it take?" asked Mrs. Morgenstern as she opened
her purse.

	"Oh, it only took - "

	" - Five hours," Alicia said. "We would've finished sooner,
but I kept messing up - he had to fix all my mistakes."

	I looked at Alicia, letting her know with my eyes what kind of
a present she was going to get from me. If she thought she had a good
time today, just wait till next time.

	"So that's fifteen dollars," Mrs. Morgenstern said. "Oh, here
- twenty-five dollars.

	I really couldn't keep it from you - not after the *wonderful*
job you did!"

	She looked at the kitchen as if she were viewing a painting.
"You're quite a handyman. We have to find more jobs for you to do
around here - I have to get you in this house as often as possible!"

	"I sure hope so!" I said.