The idea definitely resonated with me; my only caveat was if we remanufactured the doors then they had to be made out of old, seasoned, reclaimed wood; I wasn’t prepared to go with things like MDF or modern resin particle board, either; I wanted these doors to be made of the kind of figured, stained, deeply-waxed and polished wood the eventual owners’ great-great-grandchildren would be running their fingers over and treasuring 100 years from now, not modern, lashed-up phonies. Luckily Georgy was in complete agreement with me; a house this age and quality needed sympathetic restoration, not a quick lick of paint and temporary modern fixes.
Period floorboards and wood panelling were readily available, we could make the doors out of that supply of aged, seasoned Oak, Deal, and Walnut for one-tenth of what it would cost to get them custom made from modern, newly felled and kiln-seasoned wood; it’s almost impossible to fake a genuine-seeming aged appearance with new wood, no matter how meticulously one sands, fills, stains, and French-polishes it, and the market we were aiming at would know the difference.
Same thing went for the wainscoting; Georgy was raring to make it, she knew how to do it now, and she had her own ideas how and where to install it to suggest the elegant Period grandeur of the house in its hey-day
Seeing the mischievous pixie grin when she made any suggestions kind of made me forget about house renovations and concentrate on her. I know I’ve said it before but damn, in painter’s overalls and safety goggles and her cute yellow safety helmet she was just about the most adorable thing I’d ever seen, and with power tools in the mix too? There’s a reason tool manufacturers have pretty girls in big, clunky boots and safety goggles posing with demolition hammers and chop-saws at the trade shows, and if she persisted in being so bloody sexy then I was going to keep on downing-tools so I could partake of her, screw work in progress; my game, my rules, my Georgy.
Taking her home each evening after a satisfying day of working with her and watching her create was just the perfect topping to my day; Georgy and I never worked at cross-purposes, never argued, everything we did was with the knowledge the other was completely on-board with it; it was strange, like we were joined together at the mind, whatever she liked, I liked, whatever she wanted to do, I already knew I wanted to do that too. As always, watching her diligently measuring, cutting, milling, routing, re-measuring and dry-fitting like she’d been doing it every day of her life enthralled me. She’d look up and see me admiring her and give me that smile, and suddenly the whole day came into focus, with her smile all I needed to make my day compete.
Like the other day for instance, when we’d finally got the supply agreement from Severn Trent Water nailed down, and she’d spent the day with their groundworks people mapping and marking out the trenching for the soil and clean water mains and looking bloody sexy while she did it, too. Just watching her being so damned good at what she was doing, the only thing I could think of was her, how happy she looked with the work she was doing and the skills she’d acquired, but overriding all that was how much I wanted her. Keeping my hands off her all day was a major issue, and I mostly wasn’t successful, but we managed to limit our trysts to the ‘mostly not-naked’ variety, just heated kissing, grinding, and some surreptitious groping.
However, walking in the door back at home meant the time for restraint was gone, the gloves were off and we both knew it! Aunt Kay had gotten used to our shenanigans at day’s end; we made sure we didn’t disrespect her in any way, but damn, after a long day watching Georgy and wanting Georgy it was hard to not just grab some Georgy and start what I knew was going to end well, and Aunt Kay made allowance for that and discreetly made herself scarce.
First came the chase; Georgy raced shrieking and giggling up the stairs with me in hot pursuit, followed by the tackle, where we somehow managed to land in the middle of that huge bed, followed by the tickle-battle. Georgy is incredibly ticklish, and I just love finding new places to touch, stroke, nuzzle, lick, kiss, or caress, and see how much it made her giggle and squirm, all of which ramped-up my libido to boiling point. After I’d thoroughly enjoyed exploring all her ticklish zones then I moved on to unbutton those sexy painter’s overalls (okay, she made them sexy, but you know what I mean…) so I could slide my hands inside and squeeze her lovely firm, muscular little bum and jiggle those golden globes while she squirmed and wriggled and ground against me as we kissed like newlyweds.
After that, sliding her out of her clothes so I could feast on her nakedness was all that was left to do, and I took my time, because peeling a peach like Georgy out of her clothes was never going to be a quick yank and off they come; oh no, I had to slowly, teasingly strip her, so I could kiss and lick and caress her some more and reduce her to a panting, giggling, mewling mass of Tyler-neediness so I could pounce on her properly. I’d like to say that at this point she should probably have been defending her honour against my ravages, but that would be untrue, because what she was really doing was undoing my jeans and grabbing my cock which, thanks to her nearness and just being Georgy-hot, was at full stretch and begging for her.
“OOHH, look what I found!” she gasped, all wide-eyed and innocent, licking her lips and squeezing me, biting her lip as my cock pulsed in her hand. “Wow, Willie, I do believe this thing’s alive, what do you think I should do with it?” squeezing and slowly fisting me while my eyes crossed with the effort of trying to back down from what she was doing to me.
“Use your imagination, Katy-May!” I grinned, daring her to try something new. With Georgy, the way to get her to do something is to dare her, she can’t resist a challenge, and from the look in her eyes I knew she was going to go all-out to pick up that gauntlet.
Her eyes sparkled mischievously, and she lowered her head, kissing my chest, soft, delicate little brushes, before kissing further down, along my abs, and past my navel. She looked up at me and I just grinned, but inside I was praying ‘please God, please, this time, eh? Just this one time…’ and then I gasped as her tongue tip flicked over the swollen crown of my rampant cock and rasped ever so gently over the furrow in the end, making my whole nervous system light up like a Christmas tree.
“Yesss!” I groaned as she slowly slipped her luscious lips over the end of my cock and sucked, just the merest suctioning, but it felt like nothing I’d ever experienced. I was in a daze; Georgy, my beautiful Georgy-Girl, was sucking my cock, a first for her, and doing a cracking good job of it too…
She got into her rhythm, head bobbing as she loved my cock, her lips sealed around me and her tongue lashing the tip and probing behind the crown, tasting and polishing me all at once, and I was in a seriously good place, getting the best head in the world from the hottest girl in the world, so much so that when she pulled away I actually cried out in disappointment.
“Nuh-uh, Tyler, your turn!” she grinned, “I showed you mine, now you show me yours! You ready for this soldier-boy?”
Fuck was I ready! I pulled her over me, positioning her over my mouth, enjoying immensely the thrill and shudder that ran through her with my first gentle kiss on her sweet, succulent little muff, the luscious feel of her silky hairs against my tongue, and the smooth, sleek muscularity of her long thighs as I gently probed her with my tongue-tip, breathing her in as her arousal ramped-up, her sweet, tangy scent gusting over me.
Georgy gasped softly the first time I pushed my tongue between her labia, which flowered open beneath my probing, her scent growing stronger, sweet and earthy and musky and delicious as I worked her up, and when she took me in her mouth again I almost passed out from the shock of pleasure that zinged straight up my spinal cord and into the deepest core of my brain.
We played like this for I don’t know how long, taking each other to the brink and backing down again and again, learning what the other liked and sneaking it in to enhance our love-play, until finally I pulled her closer to me and rubbed and lashed her clitoris with the flat of my tongue. Georgy screamed deep in her throat as she came like a freight train, her sweet, tangy juices surged, filling my mouth, my head with her perfume, and exciting me even further with the taste of her even as her powerful thighs clamped tightly around my head.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, it was finally too much for me, and I came with a guttural roar, my cock pulsing in her mouth as bolt after bolt of spunk flooded her mouth, while she sucked and swallowed and fisted me, milking every last drop out of me and polishing the head of my cock clean of every trace of my soul-shivering climax.
Georgy rolled off me, her muscles twitching in a surging tide of adrenaline, aftershocks quivering through her. I was in no better condition, shattered to the point of utter exhaustion by such a mind-blowing climax; it was all I could do to muster up enough strength to pull her to me, into the shelter of my arm, and that’s all she wrote.