The next day, Jeannie had to go to the college to deal with some paperwork and some issues in her department. I was fine with that, because it meant that Bill and I had the house to ourselves, and maybe I could distract him long enough to make love to me instead of his work.

He started working early that morning, so I had barely seen him. I knew if I was going to distract him, I would need to dress the part. I put on the tightest little blue jean shorts that I had, along with a white T-shirt—and no bra or underwear. If this didn’t get Bill’s mind off of hammers and nails, then someone needed to take my sexy card away because I just didn’t know what I was doing anymore.

I strutted outside and made my way toward the back porch. I walked passed Bill, didn’t say a word, and just bent over in his line of sight. When he didn’t say anything, I grabbed the hose from the side of the house and sprayed cold water all over myself. If hard nipples poking through a wet T-shirt couldn’t get him off, I didn’t know what would.

“If you’re trying to distract me, Traci, it’s working,” he said. “And you wonder why I don’t want you anywhere near construction sites.”

We both laughed.

“I just thought that since Jeannie had to go to the college today, maybe we could spend a little quality time together before she got back.”

“You did, huh?” he said, pulling me toward him and sticking his hand up my T-shirt. He cupped one of my tits in his hand and rubbed my hard nipple with his thumb.

“Well, yeah,” I said, reaching for the button of his jeans.

“Since you went through so much trouble to get my attention, I guess it’s about time for a break.”

I stuck my hand down his pants and went straight for his cock. He was rock hard and ready to go.

“Drill me,” I said as I began to stroke his shaft.

“Not out here, Traci, are you crazy?”

I was disappointed. I really wanted to put on a show.

“You’re no fun,” I said with a pout.

“We’ll see about that.” He picked me up and carried me into the house. I watched as the water dripped off my body and onto the rug. This was one more thing that I hoped I wouldn’t have to explain to Jeannie later.