“Hi,” she said softly, eyes lighting up. Then she noticed my appearance. “You’ve been busy! Look at you, all sweaty and…” Her gaze traveled over my dirt-smudged arms appreciatively.

  She put a hand on her hip. “Ryan. Have you been working in my yard all day?”

  “No… Well, yeah.” I grinned. “But it was no big deal. I enjoyed it. Besides, I had to earn my keep somehow.”

  “You’ve already earned your keep,” she murmured, tracing fingers over my belt as I stepped closer.

  I took her bag. Her eyes glazed as she gazed up at my jaw. “You gonna take off your shoes and stay a while?” I asked.

  “Can I…”

  I raised my eyebrows, moving closer, so I could feel her breath. “Can you what?”

  “Can I have a kiss?” Her hands were on my stomach.

  Caroline’s eyes blissfully closed as we kissed.

  Then she used my shoulder for balance as she took off her heels.

  “Alright, let me see what you did out there, you naughty boy.”

  We headed through the living room towards the back of the house, arms around each other.

  As we neared the glass door, her eyes widened. “The tree’s gone already?” Then her mouth fell open as she saw the railing. “The porch! Did… did they fix it?”

  She slid the door open and walked out.

  “I fixed it,” I said, coming out behind her.

  She flashed me a look of surprise, then walked to the railing.

  “Oh my god,” she breathed, inspecting the railing. “Ryan, this is... you didn’t have to do all this.”

  “I wanted to. It was fun.” I came up behind her, sliding my arms around her waist. She leaned back against me with a contented sigh.

  “You even stacked firewood for winter.” Her hands covered mine where they rested on her stomach.

  “I brought some to Sofia too.”

  She turned in my arms and looked up at me. There was a mischievous light in her eyes.

  “Did she feed you?”

  “She did, actually.” I studied her face, trying to read what she was thinking. “Caroline… I was, uh—”

  She was already pulling me down for a kiss, her mouth hungry against mine. One hand draped on the back of my neck, pulling me closer. The other was lifting my shirt, feeling the sweat and sawdust on my skin.

  “You smell nice,” she breathed. “Like wood and sweat and… And you.” She kissed me harder, pressing her body against mine.

  I leaned her against the railing I’d just fixed, my hands running up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher. I groped her sweaty inner thigh as she moaned and frantically worked at my belt

  “Inside,” she gasped between kisses.

  I led her through the door, her mouth hot on my neck. We barely made it to the couch, clothes coming off desperately.

  Caroline’s work blouse hit the floor, her bra following quickly. The sight of her bare breasts, exposed just for me, made me grow rock hard.

  “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she moaned as I turned her around, pressing against the soft roundness of her backside.

  I leaned her forward, so that her elbows were on the back of the couch, and entered her from behind.

  It was so hot seeing the elegant shape of her back, and smacking against those big cheeks… My climax was coming on faster than I expected.

  “Oh, shit, you’re gonna make me come.”

  “That’s okay, baby. Come. Come inside me,” Caroline mewled.

  I pulled out, trying to stop it— but it was too late. A jet of come spurted out onto her ass.

  “Come in my mouth!” Caroline said, quickly turning around and sitting on the edge of the couch, ready to receive me.

  With a grunt, I lined up just in time, Caroline’s lips wrapping around me just as I shot another hot load into her mouth.

  I felt all the wet warmth of her lips and her tongue sucking me. She moaned happily, using both hands as she kept working her lips along my shaft.

  She kept going until every last drop was out. When she finally swallowed the last of it, she wiped her lips and looked up at me. “That was a lot.”

  “Don’t worry,” I said, sitting beside her and putting an arm around her. “I’ve got more.”

  She grinned. “Oh, I know you do.”

  She lifted her head to look at me, that devilish glint back in her eyes. Then she stood, walking naked toward the kitchen. “Want some wine?”

  I nodded lazily, appreciating the outline of her hips. She returned with two glasses, putting them on the floor.

  But before she could sit down, I caught her waist, moving her toward the couch.

  She gasped as my hands ran down her sides. “Again? Already?”

  “Can’t help it,” I murmured, pressing against her from behind.

  Caroline readily allowed herself to be guided onto the couch. I had her go down on her knees and elbows, her back arching beautifully as she presented herself to me.

  Her skin was flushed, and I could see how wet she was already. When I entered her, she let out a loud moan that made my cock throb even more.

  “God, you feel amazing,” I breathed, gripping her hips. Every thrust made her soft, round ass ripple. She pushed back against me, taking me deeper, her moans getting more desperate.

  She gasped, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop…”

  I maintained a steady rhythm, watching her body respond to every thrust. Her breasts swayed beneath her, and her fingers gripped the couch cushions.

  This time I kept my pleasure at bay, concentrating on Caroline.

  When she came, she stuck her butt even further into the air, allowing me even deeper access. I could feel her pulsing around me as she cried out. That pulled me over the edge along with her.

  Later, we lay tangled together on the couch, the evening light growing soft through the windows. Caroline seemed deeply satisfied, almost purring.

  After a while, she let out a small giggle.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I bet Sofia liked having you over this morning.”

  I ran my fingers through her hair, waiting to see where she was going with this. “You think so, huh?”

  “Oh, I know so. I think you should go over there again. Ask to borrow her cream or something.” Her tone was playful but somehow serious.

  I lifted my head slightly to look at her. “Caroline…”

  “What?” She traced her fingers over my chest, feigning innocence.

  “Come on. What exactly are you getting at with all this?”

  Chapter nineteen

  Caroline was quiet for a moment, then propped herself up on one elbow to look at me. “I just think Sofia might… appreciate… the things you can do for a woman.”

  I stared at her for a moment, unable to wrestle away the smirk. “You want me to fuck her?”

  “I want you to make love to her, like you do to me.”

  “You want me to fuck her.” I grinned.

  “Yes, I want you to fuck her. Sofia’s been alone a long time. Since her boys moved away…” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “She misses having a man around. Having someone to take care of. Someone to take care of her.”

  I studied her face in the dimming light. “And you’d be okay with that? I mean… I know we haven’t really defined what… what this is.”

  She smiled, running her hand down my stomach. “No, we haven’t, really. But I’ve been assuming it’s only a temporary arrangement. I know you’re going to be leaving, and I’m okay with that.

  “But I also think it would be great if you could give Sofia a little bit of what you’re giving me. If you want to, that is! I guess I just assumed you would. I mean, I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

  “Yeah, of course I’d like it.”

  She laughed. “It’s every man’s fantasy, right?”

  I nodded thoughtfully.

  Caroline lowered her voice, almost to a whisper. “She likes you too. She wants it. But she’s shy.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Sofia, shy? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “Well, she has a lot of reservations, you know. It’s been so long and all. Besides the fact that she’s Colombian.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Well, Colombian women are different. You know, she’s very dramatic.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, I noticed.”

  “She needs to feel like it’s a soap opera, you know? Like she’s being seduced by you. So she might resist a bit just to make things more...you know…”

  “Dramatic?”

  “Yeah.”

  I rolled my eyes, but a grin spread over my face. It was actually kind of amusing. “This could be fun.”

  Caroline snuggled closer. “Oh, I think it could be very fun, Ryan. Fun for both of you. Fun for all of us. So… you’ll do it then?”

  “I’ll do my best.” I stroked her hair, still processing this surreal conversation. “But what exactly do you mean by ‘fun for all of us’?”

  She lifted her head, eyes sparkling. “Well... I mean, I wouldn’t mind watching sometimes. Or even joining in.”

  “Caroline. Fuck.” My blood pumped downwards, and my cock pushed against her thigh.

  “What?” She giggled, then her face grew more serious. “I mean, I don’t know if Sofia would be comfortable with that. So don’t get too excited. Maybe she’ll think I’m a weirdo.”

  “But you think she won’t mind the two of you sharing me?”

  She sighed thoughtfully. “I think she might protest at first, just for the sake of form. But she won’t really mind.”

  I nodded, a roguish smirk forming on my lips. “I like this plan.”

  “But listen, you have to be careful with her. Like I said, she needs romance. Don’t rush it. Let her feel like she’s falling for you naturally.”

  “How do you suggest I start?”

  “Well…” She drummed her fingers on my chest. “Maybe go over there for dinner.”

  “Just invite myself over?”

  “I’ll get her to invite you. She already wants to, anyway.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I know. Trust me.”

  I thought about Sofia’s appreciative looks this morning when I was working. “Yes, I think she’s ready for it.”

  Caroline kissed my chest. “Just… Promise me you’ll be gentle with her. Make her feel special, like you make me feel.”

  I pulled Caroline closer, kissing her deeply. “You are special.”

  She melted against me. “Mmm. So you’re going to seduce my friend?”

  “Yes.” My hand slid down to squeeze her ass. “But right now I’m not done with you.”

  She sucked in a breath as I rolled her onto her back. Her hand gripped my cock. “All this talk got you excited.”

  “Did you want to rest?” I paused hovering over her.

  “No!” She grabbed me, forcefully pulling me between her thighs.

  I pressed my fingers against her soft folds. “And you’re soaking wet,” I murmured.

  She gasped as I worked with my fingers, warming her up. “You like all this talk about seducing hot older women… Don’t you, Ryan?”

  My eyes widened. Her words took me by surprise, but they made my cock stiffen even more, leaping in the air as I moved between her thighs.

  Her fingers grasped it. “Yes, I know you like it. Even if you’re too shy to say it.”

  I answered by pushing my tip into her entrance, making her moan. She opened her legs wider as I thrust deeper.

  She clutched my shoulders, her eyes locked on mine. “You’re going to fuck us both so good,” she whispered.

  The words sent electricity through me. I drove into her harder, and she cried out, digging her nails into my back.

  “You want that?” I growled. “Want to watch me do this to Sofia?”

  She was moving her hips to meet each thrust. “Yes! God yes. Want to see you... make her come... like you make me come…”

  This fantasy of sharing greatly excited us both, heightening the intensity. Caroline’s hips moved desperately with my thrusts, the slick sounds of her tight pussy filling the air.

  Afterwards, Caroline’s breathing slowed, and I basked in the warmth of her body, catching my breath.

  She wiped her fingers over her pussy and looked at them. “That’s a lot of cum you’re putting inside me.”

  “You’re going to share some of it with Sofia, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, I am. I think she’s going to appreciate that very much.”

  I stroked her hair, thinking about Sofia, and how to approach this delicate—or maybe not so delicate?—seduction.

  “I should make dinner,” Caroline murmured, reluctantly stirring.

  “What time is it anyway?”

  “Almost eight. We’ve been at this for hours.”

  She stood, still naked, and stretched. “Quick shower first? Then dinner and wine?”

  “I’m in desperate need of a shower. Lead the way.”

  Caroline took my hand, guiding me upstairs to her bedroom.

  The room had its own white-tiled bathroom with a fountain shower. She walked in ahead of me, the water streaming down her back, making her hair wet.

  I joined her under the water, taking the soap and spreading it over her skin.

  She turned around and let my hands explore all over her slippery body, my stiffness once again pressing against her, aching with need.

  Chapter twenty

  As soon as Caroline left for work the next morning, I drove down to the hardware store.

  I’d saved Caroline from the falling tree and repaired her porch.

  But I was on a roll. I didn’t want to stop now.

  I grabbed some pressure-treated lumber, eager to fix the stairs to the dock. I was already imagining going swimming, watching Caroline and Sofia coming out of the water dripping wet.

  At least, that’s what I was hoping would happen when they saw brand new steps. Sofia, for her part, seemed to enjoy swimming, based on what she’d told me.

  The thought of sitting on the edge of the dock with Sofia on one side and Caroline on the other, both of them in bikinis, was a strong motivator.

  Loading the lumber onto my cart, I also grabbed some screws and brackets to help fix the wobbly railing.

  Back at Caroline’s, I set the lumber on the grass at the top of the bank, then headed down the stairs.

  The rotten steps were easy to rip out. Some of them came apart in chunks, soft and darkened from years of moisture.

  The sun was climbing in the sky, heating me up. By the time I ripped out the last step, down at the bottom of the bank where the stairs met the gangway, my hair was sticking to my forehead.

  The river seemed to beckon me. The rich scent of vegetation, mud, and water. The rippling surface, as clear as crystal. The little silver minnows floating under the shadow of the gangway.

  Inching my way towards the water, I crouched down and scooped my hand in. The temperature was refreshingly cool.

  I smiled. All I had to do now was install the planks and I’d be swimming in no time.

  With a sigh of contentment, I turned to head back up the bank.

  But the river was more of a practical joker than I realized. Now that the several bottom steps were gone, I had to contend with the sloping bank. My foot slipped, and I nearly hit the ground, but my hand fell onto the post.

  As I straightened myself, I felt the post wobble.

  Squatting down, I ran my fingers along the wood. It was soft and cracked.

  “Shit.” I scratched my chin, nodding. This job was going to be a bit more complicated than I’d thought.

  After another trip to the hardware store for more supplies, I got to work stabilizing the post with concrete.

  I worked with a digging bar to loosen the dirt, then switched to a shovel to scoop it out. The mud was stubborn, wanting to slide back into the hole as fast as I could dig it.

  Sweat trickled down my back as I worked, but I made steady progress, widening the space until I had enough room to pour the concrete.

  With the post secured, I turned to the steps. The whir of the drill echoed across the river as I worked my way up the bank, replacing each rotted plank with fresh lumber.

  When I emerged at the top, drill in hand and chest smeared with mud, Sofia was sitting on her porch.

  She was wearing her big sunglasses, and her lips were curled into an amused smile. “Ryan! Look at you! You’re working so hard!”

  She stepped off her porch and strode towards me, tight jeans hugging her hips. Her breasts swelled under the folds of a camisole tank top.

  “Hey, what time is it, anyway?” I was surprised she was still there.

  “Is quarter to eleven. I gotta go to work, but let me see what you did.”

  Walking past me, I could faintly see her eyes checking me out behind the sunglasses. She brushed her hand over my arm.

  I watched her step onto the platform.

  “Just be careful of the railing. I still have to fix it.”

  She turned and looked at me. “Ayy, it looks so good! This is amazing, Ryan!”

  I smiled, pleased with her reaction. She walked down the stairs, still praising my handiwork. “Oh my God! Is like new!”

  “Yeah, I guess we can go swimming now.”

  Sofia gasped, looking up at me from the bottom of the stairs. “You like swimming?”

  “Yeah, I like it. Especially when it’s so hot out.”

  Sofia let out a squeal of excitement and started back up the stairs. “You will come swimming with me? When do you wanna go?”

  “How about Sunday?” I said, as she walked towards me, taking off her sunglasses. She came surprisingly close to me, tilting her head back to look up at me.

  “Yes, Sunday afternoon I am free. After church.”

  “You go to church?” I smiled. “I didn’t know that.” It seemed kind of wholesome and adorable.

  “Yes. I am singing in the choir.” Her voice was soft and dreamy, her eyes glazed as she looked at me.

  “You do? That’s so cool. I had no idea. You must be a soprano.”

  She nodded dreamily, her cheeks flushing. I wasn’t sure she was even hearing me.