A Housewife's Dilemma - Choice No. 01

"Here you go Joe. Have a cool drink. You've earned it" I offered.

"Wow! Thanks! That's a really nice thought!" He said gratefully and I handed him a glass.

His eyes scanned me from toes to tits as I poured him a glass of drink and filled the other glass still standing on the tray. My nipples hardened in the knowledge that he was scoping my breasts and I could smell the wonderful manly aroma from his sweat and the heat.

I turned away from Joe and making certain to bend at the waist, placed the half empty jug on a low table nearby. I fiddled about and took an inordinate amount of time getting the jug to one side of the table, taking the glass off the tray, placing the glass on the table and the tray on its edge on the floor leaning on the side of the table.

All the while, I made sure to wiggle my ass by shifting weight from one foot to the other. Being aware that he was watching, I opened my legs a little and tried to give Joe a really good look at what was on offer. I stood upright and took my glass to stand alongside this brute of a man as we sipped our drinks.

"Look at the state of you Joe" I remarked.

"You're covered in dirt and muck!"

I took the opportunity to run a finger down his chest hair and showed him the mud on my finger. My clitoris throbbed.

"Yeah" Joe agreed resignedly.

"The soil is a bit dry and dusty but I reckon I'm nearly there" Joe stated.

He leaned and grasped the stump with one hand and wiggled it back and forth. I took the opportunity to have a good look at his muscular butt and tried to view the bulge in the front of his baggy, navy blue sports shorts. As we stood, rivulets of sweat were running down the valley between his chest muscles and his chest hair was matted and glistening in the sun. I almost wanted to just throw myself on him and bury my face in his chest. To taste him, feel his bulk, to feel his arms round me. Joe placed his now empty glass on the table with the jug and had taken up the pick-axe to continue breaking the roots. In my overwhelming arousal, I had to seek relief.

I took my drink inside and finished it as I watched Joe through the window. Slipping my right hand into the front of my bikini bottoms, I gently diddled my clitoris with my middle finger. She was fully awake and engorged and I felt electric pulses shoot to my nipples and stomach as I relieved myself. I opened the fridge, grabbed a cucumber and ran it under the hot tap.

By now, Joe had got the stump loose and was pushing and pulling it to and fro as I reached my orgasm impaled on the cucumber and watching him through the window. Steadying myself with one hand on the kitchen top to prevent my knees buckling, I watched as he pried the stump from the ground with the pick-axe, bodily lifted it above his head and hurled it over the fence to the driveway, where his van was parked.

Now was the time to put yet another brilliant idea into action.

Discarding the now ruined and somewhat sorry remains of the cucumber in the bin, I went outside, grabbed the end of the hose and turned on the tap. The hose had an adjustable nozzle that was closed and was stowed on a reel on the wall below the kitchen window. I walked it out and pulled the hose from the reel and advanced on Joe.

"Nice job Joe!" I exclaimed enthusiastically.

I wondered whether I was looking rather flushed. Joe turned to me and smiled proudly, whilst the sweat poured from him causing him to wipe his eyes. His body was streaked with dirt and sweat.

"Let's get you cleaned up and cooled down" I offered.

Joe just looked at me up and down as I stood in my bikini, hose in hand and with a still subsiding orgasm buzzing between my legs. He definitely looked at the mound of my pussy and the obviously swollen clitoris that rudely pouted against the confines of my silky bikini briefs. Before he could say or do anything, I turned the hose nozzle using two hands and opened it to allow a slow stream of water to pass, then placed it on his chest.

"Stand still" I scolded and proceeded to run water over Joe's shoulders, head, chest and arms, all the while taking the opportunity to stroke my hand all over his beautiful, muscled body, running my fingers through his chest hair as an excuse to cleanse it of the dust and muck that had clung to it.

Joe raised his massive arms and ruffled his hair to wash it clean as I placed the nozzle on the top of his head. I had never been this close.

I was now able to touch him and stroke him and I made sure to get my body almost against his, to the extent that my rock hard nipple brushed against him.

The water splashed onto me and my bikini top was wet, my nipples sticking rudely and proudly out through the material. I continued to brush the water down over his shoulders, arms and chest and ran my flattened hand down his stomach, feeling the contours of his six-pack.

I leaned into him so my head touched his chest and reached round his back to stroke the water down towards his butt. Joe gave appreciative gasps of relief from the cool water (and my attentions, I figured!) as he stood with raised arms and let me wash him down. His shorts were now dripping wet but not clinging to him as I made sure that I observed his groin area. Now bending both of my knees to crouch in front of him, my face was not three inches from his cosseted penis and I could hardly contain myself and resist burying my face into the front of his shorts.

I took the hose nozzle and placed it at the top of each of his exposed thighs, stroking the water down each leg from top to bottom, to dislodge the brown dirt and dust. All the while, I glanced at his groin to see signs of swelling, my hand being on the top of his thigh and, I figured, within an inch of the end of his magnificent penis.

I looked up from my prone position at Joe, my face right there in front of his groin. Surely now would be the moment I had fantasised about and wanted so much over the last weeks? Joe looked down at me with a slight smile. But he made no other movement.

"There!" I exclaimed and rose to straighten and stand looking directly up into his eyes.

I cocked my head slightly and gently smiled. Now was his chance to kiss me the first time, to make me melt in his arms, to gather me up and to take me.

"Thanks" Joe said quietly. "You're a really thoughtful woman" he added.

Surely he could see that I was there to be taken? I was his to take. He could just lean down and kiss me. He could wrap his huge arms around me and gather me up to him, to carry me inside and take me.

Joe reached a massive hand toward my face and with his index finger, pushed a loose lock of my hair that had adhered to my face, back behind my ear.

"Time for a break and something to eat" Joe stated flatly.

At which he turned on his heels and went to his van, returning moments later with a bag full of fruit and packet of dried Apricots, which he laid out on the table next to the half full jug. I simply stood there watching him in my confusion and frustration.

He proceeded to pull a sun lounger over next to the table and taking off his running shoes, donned a pair of sunglasses and reclined in his shorts in the sun. Feeling somewhat deflated as he had walked away, I went and took up my previous position on the other side of the pool on the sun lounger and returned to pretending to read my book. I must admit that as I lay there I was sulking. I was confused and frustrated. I'd tried everything I could to get Joe to make a move on me and he seemed completely immune to my charms.

The following day, which was a Friday, Joe arrived with a mobile scaffold on the roof of his van and some tools to fix the fence. He offloaded the scaffold and stowed it disassembled against the shed, then he fetched his tools and some nails and screws for the fence job.

I tried to turn my own screw as he cleaned the pool and had moved on to mending the fence. I took up my position on the sun lounger with my book but this time I even found the courage to go topless. Joe would glance my way and I would also let my legs lazily fall open, I pointed my toes, brushed imaginary insects off my breasts, rub sun lotion into them and do everything in my power to get him to at least comment. Nothing!

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The weekend came and went and it was his usual ten o'clock start on the Monday. My husband had been out and purchased several tubs of paint for Joe to start painting the window frames. I carried on with my vigil and watched him set up the free-standing scaffold tower before he went to clean the pool.

Having greeted him as usual, but deliberately naked beneath my gown, Joe confirmed that on completion of the maintenance on the pool; he would start with painting the upstairs window frames. I schemed and planned in my mind and came up with yet another cunning idea.

I skipped upstairs, took a shower and wrapped myself in my towelling robe, remaining totally naked underneath. I kept a lookout and spied on him out of the corner of the main bedroom window.

Joe set up the scaffold beneath the main bedroom window first. As he got in position to climb the scaffold with paint and a brush, I was ready for him. I pretended to be having a nap and lay on the bed on my back, but arranged myself as if I was the corpse having been the victim of some kind of crime scene.

I loosened my robe so it was completely open, positioned myself with head on the pillow cocked to one side facing the window so that I could see through half closed eyes. I then lay 'Asleep' with my legs slightly splayed apart and my arms raised with gently clenched fists on the pillow each side of my head.

I made sure to let my hair flow free and arranged it over the top of the pillow. I must have looked extremely angelic and Joe could not fail to get a good eyeful of me; a full frontal of my naked body including my breasts and my freshly shaved puffy mound and gaping cunt!

It worked. I observed through the slits of my partially opened eyes as a shirtless Joe was painting the frames and he was having a really good look at me. I could feel his eyes caressing me from the top of my head to the tips of my painted toes. My clitoris was throbbing at the thought that Joe was staring right at it and it was all I could muster to prevent my nipples from aching to a state of complete arousal. I simply controlled my breathing at a gentle and shallow rate and lay still pretending to sleep for the duration of his painting which took about half an hour.

Once I heard Joe climbing down the scaffold and moving it to the next window, I jumped up from the bed to spy on him from the window. I figured that as much as my little plan to show him my naked body was a success, he was not likely to come in the house, up to the bedroom and take me! He just wasn't that forward and might figure that he saw me by accident and there could be embarrassment on my part, and his. I was wracking my brain to create a scenario where he was left with no doubt whatsoever that an advance on me would be welcomed and he was within easy reach. But I wasn't brave or forward enough to simply invite him in.

Thankfully, lady luck intervened. I had wandered downstairs, still dressed in my robe and into the kitchen.

I was pottering about cleaning up and went to put some eggshells into the waste disposal. I flicked the switch on the wall above the sink and, nothing! I flicked it on and off a couple of times but the roar of the waste disposal wasn't forthcoming.

I almost jumped with glee as I immediately thought about Joe. I quickly went outside and tip-toed round the corner of the house to where he was painting on the scaffold above. I called up to him as he was painting the frame of one of the bedrooms.

"Hey Joe!? Would you mind having a look at my waste disposal? It doesn't seem to be working!" I asked in a dramatic, pleading tone.

Joe leaned over and looked down to me as I stood on the lawn, wide eyed and innocent with bare feet in my robe at the foot of the scaffold.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll just finish this frame and I'll be right down." Joe confirmed.

I almost skipped back round the corner to the kitchen. I dashed inside, brushed my hair back and put it in a ponytail and gave myself a good once over in the hall mirror. I adjusted my robe so that it was tied secure enough not to gape completely and deliberately failed to secure it with a bow.

It took him about ten minutes to come to the kitchen and timed it with his arrival so I was wiping down worktops and fiddling about as if I was busy. Joe came to the back door.

"In here Joe" I offered.

I immediately thought to myself it was a stupid statement.

Joe kicked off his running shoes and stepped barefoot into the kitchen. He had put his tee shirt on, I noted to my disappointment. He went straight to the sink and flicked the switch to the waste disposal and nothing happened. He crouched down and opened the cupboard under the sink and reached in.

"Reset's tripped" Joe stated flatly and I heard the click as he pressed it.

He stood up and flicked the switch of the waste disposal. Nothing...

I stood to one side watching, leaning on the kitchen table with one leg casually crossed over the other, making sure to be on splayed tip-toes with the bent leg.

"Is it completely busted Joe?" I asked for the sake of wanting to talk to him.

"Might be" Joe replied flatly.

"Let's get it out of there and see what's going on" he offered and padded outside barefoot on the way to his van.

Joe returned with a handful of tools and lay on the floor with his head in the cupboard under the sink. I simply stayed where I was and stared at his groin as he lay on his back in a prone position with legs akimbo. He was undoing screws and tapping and pushing and shoving until after a few minutes I heard Joe's muffled diagnosis.

"Hmmm!" Joe offered. "Here's your problem."

I stepped forward from my position as observer and naked, aside from my loosely and tactically tied robe, stood next to Joe to one side of the kitchen sink and obscured to his gaze by the cupboard door.

"What you found Joe?" I asked enthusiastically.

Joe's hand emerged from the cupboard and he offered a teaspoon to me to take from his huge raised hand.

"I think that was your problem" offered Joe.

Joe continued authoritatively; "Just try it now before I put it back in."

I shuffled on the spot as I considered whether I could lean across from an angle and reach the switch, then quickly dismissed the prospect for a much better idea. I stepped round the cupboard door, placed one foot each side of Joe's upper arms, making sure my legs were far apart to give Joe a good look up my robe to my bare crotch beneath. I got on tip-toes almost out of habit and leaned forward to the switch.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yep, give it a whirl" Joe replied.

I flicked the switch on and the waste disposal roared into life as Joe held it loose in his hand.

"We have a winner!" Joe triumphed. "OK, off!"

I switched off the waste disposal and remaining with my feet in the same position, straightened and leaned back to look down on Joe. A quick calculation of angles based upon the position of Joe's head and my gaping womanhood told me that he had a clear and unobstructed view right into the New Year!

I deliberately remained in that stance as Joe proceeded to secure the unit into position and only once he had started to shuffle himself out of the cupboard did I move back from him, stepping one foot back at a time with legs still crudely splayed until I was standing back and to one side with my gown secured and feet together as Joe got to his feet.

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Joe gave a wry smile and looked me in the eye as he said "You should learn to be more careful."

My mind raced. I was sure he was referring to spoons but in my mind I was sure that he might mean being careful about going commando under the robe and giving him an eyeful. I decided to play with him.

"I guess these things happen. Can't be helped" I offered flippantly.

The two possible meanings of his statement were apparently not lost on Joe, as they had not been lost on me.

"I guess these things can happen on occasion" stated Joe.

He then went on to state the obvious; "But when they happen almost daily it can start to be a concern."

I was almost struck speechless. Joe definitely wasn't referring to spoons now. He was referring to my concerted efforts over the last weeks to get his attention. My heart skipped a beat and I could feel myself flushing. My nipples went immediately stiff and I had a dull ache in the pit of my stomach.

Before I could respond, Joe carried on.

"You've been teasing me now every day for weeks. You should learn not to mess with a man like me. You're not too big or too old to go over my knee!"

I suddenly choked up with nervousness. All that I had been doing had been noticed. I wasn't sure how Joe was taking it. I wasn't sure that he wanted me at all and I felt embarrassed because I wanted this man so much that I had been acting almost in desperation, like some lovesick teenager.

I had behaved like a complete slut. Besides, something he had said scared me. What exactly was meant by 'A man like me?' The sassy side of me leaped to the fore.

"So you think a man your age has it in him to have a younger woman like me?" I asked sarcastically.

Joe simply stared at me showing no emotion.

"Don't be fooled by what you see girl" Joe growled. "I would eat a woman like you for breakfast."

My heart was racing. I was on the defensive. I was pretty scared now that we had arrived at this point. The sassy in me once again came to the fore through my nervousness and I blurted it out.

"Pfft!" I sneered. "Only if you could keep up!"

I took on a smug expression complete with duck lips and smiled. Joe scowled.

"Right'" Joe stated flatly. "You'd better get a wiggle on because if I get hold of you, then you will know all about it" he snarled.

I was just about to respond with yet another cocky retort when Joe started counting.

"Three... Two ..."

By the time it had sunk in that he was counting down and just before he got to 'One' I had been jolted into the realisation that I was in trouble and my instinct to flee took over.

I jerked round on my heels and set off running just as Joe completed his countdown and lunged toward me. Joe set off close behind me!

I was so nervous and excited in one, that I was giggling and laughing like a teenager as I ran out of the kitchen, through the hall and into the lounge with the sounds of Joe following at pace.

My mind was racing. Our house was square and you are able to do a complete circuit of downstairs via the rooms. From entering the house into the front hall, you go left into the lounge, then via the door at the far end into the conservatory, through to the spare bedroom, right into the laundry and through to the kitchen.

From the kitchen you arrive in the hall at the foot of the stairs. I figured that a six foot two hunk at over two hundred pounds would struggle to keep up with an ex-gymnast at a hundred pounds dripping wet.

Thinking literally on my feet, I figured I could run this guy in circles until he got worn out. I wasn't even contemplating what would actually happen if he caught me but I didn't think it would be poetry and romance!

A mental image of being thrown over his knee like a rag doll and spanked senseless sprung to mind and I couldn't stop giggling as I passed through the hall to start the second circuit. Confident in my fleet of foot, I glanced over my shoulder, but Joe was still right there!

I hatched a plan based around my fleet of foot. This time round I would do a sharp right as I came out of the kitchen, skip up the stairs and then a hard right at the top of the stairs would get me to the sanctuary of the guest bathroom within which I could lock myself until Joe calmed down.