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Karen finally moves in and she finds a way to reward the help.
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Saturday morning I woke to the smell of bacon frying, and the sound of laughter. The sun was streaming in through the bay window and the sky was clear and blue as Debbie’s eyes. I hopped into the shower for a quick rinse, passing on the shave, and headed out to the kitchen.
Jim had showed up a little after 8:00 that morning. He was showing up more and more often around meal-time. Made sense since he lived alone, had no girlfriend, and had no prospects at the moment. We didn’t begrudge him the occasional meal since he was always a great contributor around the house, and had done so much to get the electrical working during the rebuild.
Jim had a small problem. He was horrible with women. I’d set him up on dates three different times, and watched him self-destruct on two of those when we double-dated. Once a girl was out of reach though, like when they were married, or involved with people he knew, he stopped trying so hard, and could be likable. Debbie and Beth seemed to be finally warming up to him, and Karen had been teasing him for ages. His virginity was no office secret, and any efforts on his part to change that status had been completely fruitless so far.
Fortified by Debbie’s breakfast, we grabbed our moving gear, and were on the road by 9:00. Jim’s truck was hauling an open trailer, and I figured it shouldn’t take us more than two trips. Many of the things had been moved piece-meal over the last few weeks, and Karen had spent the last several days packing, with frequent help from Debbie.
Five minutes later we were at Karen’s. The door was propped open with a couple of phone books, and the view into the living room was nothing but stacked boxes. Karen met us just inside the threshold. She looked hot and sweaty, and my guess was that she’d already been at work for a couple of hours. Her hair was disheveled, and her shirt was sticking to her.
“Ah, my handsome knights, here to rescue this poor damsel in distress.” She stepped forward and took each of our arms in hers, as if we were her escort. “Or are you planning on kidnapping me and taking me back to your fortress where I’m to be your play thing? You know Jack, I’ve never really forgiven you for doing exactly that back during the Crusades, you brute.” That earned me a poke in the ribs.
Jim looked at me quizzically, and I just laughed. Sometimes I wasn’t even sure if she was joking or if she really believed all this past life drivel she spouted.
We took a quick tour of the premises and I was pleased to find that everything was packed and almost completely ready for moving.
Under Karen’s able and unceasing direction we started emptying the house from the front to the back. She was certainly in a touchy-feely mood, as she didn’t miss an opportunity to place a hand on a shoulder, around a waist, or anywhere else she could reach. She also seemed to be making a point of rubbing against us in every tight spot when we were moving the bigger items. Of course we were doing a bit of rubbing back ourselves.
Two hours later we’d completed our first load and had emptied eighty percent of the place. We were dripping sweat. The sun was beating down, and it turned out that Karen had closed out her phone and electric the day before. It must have been 95 degrees outside, and not much cooler inside.
Debbie took a break from making crafts with the kids, and offered us lunch when we got back to the house, but we begged off until we’d finished the move. We did accept the offer of fresh squeezed lemonade, and a couple of cookies fresh out of the oven for energy. It was refreshing to be in the cool house, and I was tempted to take a quick shower, but I knew I’d just get dirty again. Unloading took a lot less time then loading had, and we were back on the road less than an hour later.
Getting out of the air-conditioned pickup and walking back into that townhouse was like walking into a sauna. Just a few minutes after arriving I stripped off my sweat-soaked t-shirt and finished the packing in just my shorts and shoes. Jim followed suit shortly after.
“No fair!” Karen cried when she came out of the kitchen and saw our state of dishabille. Her white button-up sleeveless blouse had started out tucked in, then tied across her waist, and finally had been tied up in a tiny halter, and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it. She was as hot as us, and her shirt was soaked through. Her nipples showed dark and erect against the flimsy wet material.
“No one’s stopping you, you know,” Jim laughed.
“Oh, I bet you’d like that,” she answered, throwing a bunched up sheet of wrapping paper at him.
“You know I would!” he called back hauling another box out to the truck.
She walked up behind me where I was sealing some of the last boxes. I could feel her hands sliding down my slick back.
“The sight of you hunks is getting me hot,” she whispered to me. “I’ve been thinking of ways to pay you off this weekend, and I can’t wait to get started.”
“I can hardly wait myself. Let’s get this stuff loaded and get out of here.” I lifted the box I was working on to my shoulder and took it out to the truck. As I walked away her hands ran down and lingered on my ass with a final squeeze.
Returning to finish up the loading, I was surprised to see Karen had risen to the challenge, and had removed her own shirt. We were all bare-chested, but it certainly looked a lot better on her. Her breasts were really her nicest feature. Not very big, but very pert, and perfectly shaped. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, and Jim was straining himself avoiding looking at them, his face even redder than the heat warranted.
As soon as he was out the door with the next box, she burst out laughing, holding her breasts towards me and tweaking her nipples. “I guess you’re not afraid to look at me.”
“Behave yourself, shameless, or I’ll do a lot more than look!”
“Promises, promises…” she muttered, as she headed up the stairs to make sure we hadn’t overlooked anything.
As far as I could tell, we had cleared the place out except for the few boxes and some odd shaped and fragile items left in the living room.
Jim came in as Karen disappeared around the top of the stairs, and I finished my visual inventory.
He scanned the room and looked like a baby who’d had his candy stolen, when he couldn’t spot Karen.
“Jim, I think we’re about done here. We’re not going to clean the place now, the girls will take care of that tomorrow. I’m going to call ahead and let Debbie know we’re just about on our way. I think I’ll have her start lunch. Any preference?”
He never even slowed, grabbing a TV that we were going to put in Karen’s front seat. “Nope, I’m sure anything Debbie make’s’ll be fine.”
I headed up the stairs to see if Karen had any preferences, and caught her in the master-bedroom walk-in closet, checking behind the door.
“I’m about to call Debbie and tell her we’re on her way. Any preferences for lunch?”
She brazenly walked up to me, pressed her breasts against my chest, placed her hand on the growing lump in my pants, and answered.
“Sausage.”
She punctuated the request with a long lingering lick across my chest.