You had to be living under a rock this past year not to know the economy is in the pooper. But even in these economic hard times, people continue to buy houses. So it was when the old two-story cottage beside me went up for sale in the last quarter of 2007. It sat empty for nearly a year until a middle-aged woman purchased the property.
That middle-aged woman turned out to be Annette. She worked as an ICU nurse at the local hospital. Standing all of about five foot five, she wore a tight curly perm in her light brown hair, which just reached down to her shoulders. With smallish tits and small frame, Annette was a petite girl. I doubt she weighed in at more than a hundred pounds soaking wet.
There's no way anyone could have considered Annette a Playboy centerfold. She certainly wasn't drop dead gorgeous by anyone's measure, and you could tell she had a few miles on her. She had a nice figure, but she always seemed to hide it under blue jeans and sweaters. You could pass her in a Wall-mart, and you'd never turn around to watch her go by. Yet, she was cute and had and outgoing personally that seemed to draw you to her.
Over the course of several months she would stop and make small talk with me when I would be outside working on the landscape. I would go out of my way to catch her attention. I got to know her more as she opened up with her life. I knew she was forty-eight, divorced with no children. She lived alone and did not have a steady boy friend.
Sometimes she would stop over and bring me something special she had cooked, as she knew I lived alone. We would talk for hours when she and I felt chatty.
So, one Friday evening I was sitting out on my deck, just staring out into space when Annette came over and set down beside me.
"What up Frank? You look like you're kind of out there."
I looked up. "Well Annette, today's the third anniversary of my wife's death."
"Damn Frank, I didn't know. You never mentioned this before. Want to talk about it?"
"There's not much left to talk about Annette. I was busy here in the house. She said she needed a few things at Wall-mart and asked if I wanted to go with her. I told her to just go herself as I was busy."
"I never got to tell her I loved her."
"Oh Frank, I am so sorry," Annette whispered.
"She was stopped at a light. A drunk driver came up the exit ramp the wrong way and hit her head on. She never knew what hit her."
Annette leaned over and in a soft voice said, "It wasn't your fault."
"Yeah, I know it wasn't, but you know how those thoughts stay in your head."
"Frank, have you ever thought about getting a girlfriend?"
"I have a nice girlfriend, Joyce, but I don't know if we will ever click."
"Bad in bed?" Annette chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Oh no, she's okay in bed, but there's something lacking."
"What's that?" Annette inquired as she brought us both some coffee from my kitchen.
"Well don't think me a pervert or anything, but Joyce won't wear pantyhose for me."
"You're kidding? Right?"
"Nope, not in the least. I really enjoy seeing a classy lady wearing pantyhose and high heels. Really puts the steam into these old pipes of mine, if you know what I mean."
Annette's face turned pink as she blushed with embarrassment.
"Well I can't blame her. I don't like wearing pantyhose either. They're hot and they scratch and they're basically uncomfortable as hell."
"Ah, you're wearing those cheap brands from the value stores and the drug mart. Get good name brand pantyhose and you will see and feel that the difference is night and day."
"Speaking of hose, I will have to wear some tomorrow when I go to the bank for my appointment. Might wear something a bit more businesslike instead of jeans and sneakers. I want to look my best, you know!"
"I'd like to see that! You in a skirt, I mean!"
Annette pushed for more information as the subject matter became more intimate and asked, "Well what do you do then if your girlfriend won't wear pantyhose for you?
"Well, again, don't make me out as a sicko, but once, maybe twice a month, I'll go down to the local titty bar. For fifty bucks a girl will give me a private show wearing pantyhose and high heels. I get to touch her and feel her up from head to toe. Of course there's no sex there and Christ, some of those girls are young enough to be my daughter. I just get to feel, touch and watch for an hour. Hell, for twenty bucks more she'll masturbate for me wearing hose while I watch."
"She does what?"
"She pleasures herself while I watch. I know it's an act and she's faking it, and she knows she's faking it."
"I know what you're thinking. It's been a subject of great tension between Joyce and me. Sometimes she'll give in and wear pantyhose for me, but I know deep down inside she's not into it and more than likely never will be. We don't see each other very much anymore."
"Did you explain things to her?"
"Yeah, but we always end up with an argument about it. It's easier to just pay the fifty bucks or so and be done with it."
As the night grew longer, Annette had to make tracks herself as she had that important appointment with the bank next morning. She gave me a quick peck on the forehead and said she hoped I felt better after talking things out.
The next morning brought plenty of sunshine and warm temperatures. A great day for some yard work. I saw Annette's car pull into her drive. She got out and headed toward her house. She looked well dressed in a navy blue skirt that went to her mid calves, along with a white ruffled blouse and what looked like maybe a pair of short heels. Her bright brown eyes were framed with a stylish rectangular shaped pair of glasses. See looked like a CEO for a larger banking firm.
That was the first time I've ever saw Annette dressed in a skirt and it made quite an impression. As she got out of her car, her skirt slid up just a bit and I got a glimpse of her legs at last. I could feel my cock stiffen up and had to hide behind my shovel as she got closer.
"Hey sweetie, you look very nice today! Guess you really do own a pair of legs. How did it go with the bank this morning?"
Annette walked over and just kind of dropped her shoulders down.
"Mind if we talk a few seconds, Frank?"
"Sure, no problem. What's wrong?"
"Ah, that damn bank won't give me a loan. They say the house's value is not high enough to cover a home equity loan now."
"Yeah, the banks got caught giving out some bad loans last year. It's going to be hard to get a loan these days."
"I really need the upstairs re-wired. The wiring is old and needs replaced."
"Doesn't surprise me. Most of these homes were wired back in the 20's. Many still have the old tube -and-knob wiring inside. I've probably re-wired a dozen on this block myself."
"Frank! You never told me you did electrical work?"
"Oh, hell, I've been an industrial electrician for nearly thirty years now."
"Would you mind coming over and giving me a price? I had a few companies out already to give me some estimates for the work. I needed the loan to get the wiring done."
"Sure, let me get some tools."
After I grabbed a few hand tools, I followed Annette over to her home. I've never been inside it before and I was surprised how warm and inviting it was. It was nicely decorated downstairs, but the upstairs needed a lot of work.
Once upstairs, I looked around and made some mental notes of some of the work that needed to be done.
"How much did they quote you?"
"One guy said $2400 and the other was $2600."
"That's just about what I was thinking. Neither one is really too far out of line. I'll tell you what. I may have most of the material in the garage, leftovers from other jobs, you pay me my labor and I'll do the rewire for $600."
"I got turned down at the bank, remember."
"Yeah, that's rough."
"Would you be interested in a barter? Annette asked.
Laughing I said, "What do you have to barter with, Annette? I really don't plan on going into an ICU unit anytime soon!"
"Me. I want to barter me."
"What you told me last night out on your deck. I will wear pantyhose for you and you can feel me up. You can strip me naked if you want. You can do to me what you did with those other girls in exchange for rewiring my upstairs rooms."
"Get serious Annette! Those were young girls looking for a quick buck. What did you tell me the other day, you just turned forty-eight. Christ Annette, I just turned fifty last month."
"Frank, I am serious. I ... I will ... I will masturbate for you wearing nothing but pantyhose and high heels."
I started to unscrew a switch plate then stopped and looked over to Annette. "Annette, you don't get it. I paid those girls to strip naked, put on pantyhose and high heels, and let me feel them up between their legs. My hands were everywhere. I mean everywhere. I did everything you can think of to them just short of having sex. You don't understand!"
"No, I really don't think you do."
I bent back down and started working on the switch plate once again.
"Yes Frank. I understand completely."
"Annette, you have no idea."
"Frank. Look at me. I understand the price of the barter."
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