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“I do like this house,” Kara pronounced. She was naked, lying on her back at the side of the pool, looking at the sky. Dirk yawned, but not from lack of sleep, more from boredom. “Uh huh, so I gathered,” he replied, his eyes still on his paper. Kara stretched and put her hands behind her head. “I didn’t at first, though.” Dirk wanted to keep his focus on what he was reading, but being polite, asked, “And why not?” “No privacy.” Dirk snapped his paper and dropped it on the pool deck. “You’re joking!” he challenged, trying not to sound openly hostile. Kara rolled over and came to her knees, facing him. “No, really. I’m serious. I do need my privacy.” Dirk studied the naked body before him. “Doesn’t seem to be a concern right now.” Kara blushed. “Uh well -” “And you sure weren’t worried about it when Paul was here.” Dirk smiled as he added, “No, definitely not worried, wearing just… oh my god… flimsy panties and an open-front shirt.” They were on the patio, surrounded on all four sides by the house. Kara stood and crossed the few feet between them. Seating herself in Dirk’s lap, putting her arms around his neck and pressing her nose against his, she said, “Yes, but you guys were in the living room and I was in the den.”Dirk looked right, into the living room, behind a wall of glass, no curtains. “We might have been in the living room…” He looked opposite, into the den. Another wall of glass, and again no curtains. “…and you might have been in the den…” He pinched Kara’s bare nipples. “…but with you flashing these, I doubt Paul heard a word I was saying.” Kara brushed her nose against his. “I don’t remember you complaining. What I do remember though, was how anxious you were to get your hands on ‘em, soon as Paul was gone.” “Uh, yeah, but -” The doorbell rang. Kara grabbed Dirk’s arm and looked at his watch. “My god,” she exclaimed, “It’s afternoon!” She jumped off Dirk’s lap and scooped up her bikini. “Gotta be your contractor. I need to get some clothes on.” “Right. And please, this is not Paul. He’s a complete stranger, so behave yourself.” Dirk slapped her butt as she dashed for their bedroom, behind yet another wall of glass, and also with no curtains. Kara turned with an impish grin on her face. She gave Dirk the finger. He took his time getting to the door – needed to give Kara time to get safely into the bathroom. Dirk looked through the peep hole. Looks like he might be the contractor. He opened the door. The visitor started to introduce himself, “I’m Bill Jensen. We talked on the phone about some remodeling…” He stopped in mid-sentence, his mouth open, but unable to speak further. “Yes,” Dirk said, Escort Gölbaşı expecting the visitor to continue. When he did not, Dirk quickly said, “Right, thanks for coming. Do come in.” The visitor found his voice, “Of course.” Still in a state of surprised confusion, the visitor followed Dirk into the house. Dirk led him right to the den and commenced to explain what he had in mind. “I want a second story -” The visitor interrupted, “Forgive me, but I’ve got to know…” He squinted his eyes. “Did I see you last night?” “Might be,” Dirk replied, “I don’t remember the name of the place, but my girlfriend and I did eat dinner downtown.” “No, no… not Dallas – Fort Worth. That had to have been you I saw in Fort Worth last night.” Holy shit, thought Dirk. “Yeah, we did go to some club over there…” What’s his name, the contractor, Bill, he must have been there too. Dirk tried to brush it aside, “But we weren’t there long. Not sure I even know the name of the place.” Bill – that was his name – grinned conspiratorially. “Without Care,” he said, naming the club. Dirk nodded. Bill’s hands went up excitedly, “Now please don’t take offense, but that girlfriend of yours… Hot!” Dirk looked toward the bedroom where Kara was dressing. “Speaking of which, would you give me a minute?” Dirk was gone before Bill could respond. “You’re not going to believe this,” Dirk said, barging through the open doorway into Kara’s bathroom. She was wrapped in a towel, standing before the mirror, applying fresh makeup. “What? What am I not going to believe?” “The contractor, Bill Jensen, I think he called himself…” “Yes?” “He saw us last night, at that club we went to in Fort Worth.” Kara lit up. “Really? What did he see?” Dirk looked around the room, like he expected the answer to be there someplace. “He didn’t say, but he had to have at least seen us dancing.” Kara smirked. “So you’re thinking I should wear the same blouse and panties I was wearing last night.” Dirk pulled nervously at his ear. “Well, I guess you could if you wanted, but actually I was thinking you might want to stay in here, until he’s gone.” “And why would I need to do that?” “You don’t need to. You can do whatever you feel comfortable with.” “So I don’t have to hide then?” “No, no, of course not. I just wasn’t sure you’d want to face up to someone who saw us last night.” “You think Grayson might find out?” “No way. Well, I did get Bill’s name from James Ramsey. You do know him, he’s at Grayson Locke, too. But I don’t see Bill here saying anything to James about it, and even if he did, no way would James say anything to Grayson. So no, Keçiören escort I don’t see any reason for worry in that department.” “So I can do pretty much whatever I want. You’re not going to get upset or anything?” Dirk raised his hands in surrender, “Hey, makes no difference to me. Probably make his day.” “You mean like, even the towel, if that’s what I wanted to do?” Dirk took his time looking. Kara was bare except for it. “Well, you might ought to wear a little more than just the towel,” he teasingly suggested. “Right,” Kara said, “I’ll save the towel for another time.” She unwrapped it from her otherwise naked body, hesitating long enough for a lecherous once-over from Dirk, then shooed him out, snapping the towel at his retreating backside. Back in the den, Dirk apologized for having been gone so long, then continued describing what it was he wanted. “I need to add a second story to this part of the house. I don’t have an office downtown anymore. I want one here, above the den, so I have a place to work.” Bill was an architect who specialized in remodeling jobs. In addition to doing the design, he also supervised the construction. He had come highly recommended. “Alright, now if I come up with something you don’t like, or something you don’t understand, you stop me, okay?” Dirk nodded. Bill went on, “We can run the stairway up over there, over top where you have the TV and stereo. Under the stairs we’ll build in cabinets and shelves to hold that stuff. Probably be enough space behind to give you some access to the wiring. Now, what about the windows?” “You have probably guessed that Kara, that’s my girlfriend you saw last night, doesn’t like wearing a lot of clothes.” Dirk looked at the wall where the stairway and electronics were to go, trying to imagine how it would work. He paused a couple beats, then turned to the contractor. “So anyway, I’m going to want windows overlooking the courtyard, and windows overlooking the back yard.” “She’s fun to watch, huh?” “You noticed,” Dirk responded agreeably enough, although he was not altogether comfortable with Bill’s remarks. He attempted to shift the subject, “Anyway, the back windows need a bookcase under them. And my desk, that’ll be under the windows overlooking the courtyard.” He paused, rethinking what he had said. “No, on second thought, you can build the desk in too.” “Right. Not a problem.” Bill paused, looking around the den, looking through the windows toward the pool and the rest of the house, still thinking about Kara. “So does uh… what’d you say her name was?” “Kara.” “Right, Kara. She lives here with you?” “Uh Kızılay escort bayan huh. She’s finishing her bath. She’ll likely come around before you leave.” He smiled at Bill and asked rhetorically, “That’ll not be a problem, will it?” “Oh no, of course not!” he exclaimed, “But right now, I do need a table. Got to make some notes and do a few sketches.” “Right,” Dirk replied, “We can use the one in the kitchen.” He led Bill into an eating area at the side of the kitchen. Dirk moved toward a seat on the backside of the table, granting himself a view of the kitchen and most of the house beyond. He motioned Bill to the seat opposite. Bill took pencils and a sketch pad from the case he carried. He scribbled some notes and began to draw. Dirk’s confidence grew as he watched Bill work. The lines were straight and the proportions good, although Bill used neither a straight-edge, nor anything by which to measure. Dirk looked up and watched as Kara came through the living room and into the kitchen. She had put on clothes, but not anything she would have worn in public. Dirk held his breath, sure that Bill would turn when he heard her footsteps. Bill however, remained with his back turned. Kara, actually wanting Bill to turn and look, announced in a voice meant to gain attention, “Don’t mind me, I’m just fixing a pot of coffee.” Bill, quite surprisingly, still did not turn. He also didn’t say anything. He just continued with his sketching. Kara was wearing harem style pajamas. They would have been sexy, even if they had been made of denim. Although only moderately see-through, they left no doubt that there was nothing under them. Dirk liked the look, even if he did think it a bit too much with a stranger in the house. On the other hand, he thought, if Bill was also the one watching us in the parking lot last night, well… The top of Kara’s outfit had elastic around the neck line, arms and stomach. It was pulled down onto her arms, leaving her shoulders bare, and pulled up under her breasts, leaving her stomach bare. The elastic waistband of the pants was pushed low, just above the pubic region. Dirk studied Kara’s barely hidden body as she fussed over the coffee maker. Her breasts were the perfect size for her petite body, probably a large ‘B’ or small ‘C’. They jutted out nicely from her rib cage without a trace of sag whatever. Her quarter-sized areolas contrasted nicely with her allover tan. At the center of the areolas were two even darker bumps, her nipples, which got larger and harder when she was aroused, like now. Dirk was certain that Kara’s nearly bare breasts would excite Bill as much as they did him, but Bill had yet to turn around. Kara reached into a cupboard above the sink, affording Dirk an eye-catching view of her backside. The elastic waistband of the harem pants was just at the top of her ass-crack, separating two nicely rounded mounds of firm flesh, each just the right size for a comfortable grip.

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