Chapter 5

I took my time getting to the door. I hoped my dalliance would afford Kara time to pick up her clothes and get to the bathroom. As I had expected, it was Bill Jensen at the door. Bill was a contractor I had asked to give me an estimate on the addition I planned. I took him to the den so I could explain what I had in mind.

I told him, "I want to put a second story on this part of the house. I don't have an office downtown anymore and I want one here, above the den, so I have a place to work at home."

Bill was actually an architect who specialized in remodeling jobs. In addition to doing the design, he supervised the construction. Bill had come highly recommended by a good friend. He said, "Alright, we can run the stairway up over there where you have the TV and stereo. Under the stairs we'll build in cabinets and shelves to hold your electronics. The space under the stairs will provide room for a little walkway behind the shelves. That'll make it easy to get at all your wiring. What about privacy? What do you want for windows upstairs?"

"Just like the den, windows overlooking the courtyard and windows overlooking the back yard. The windows in the back should have a built-in bookcase under them. I'm going to put my desk under the windows overlooking the courtyard. I want to sit up there and be able to see the whole house. In fact, I don't want to buy a desk; build that in too."

"Alright. We can do that. Just talking off the top of my head here, but I'm thinking we put a lockable door at the top of the stairs and include a closet and bathroom with a shower opposite the stairs. That way, if and when you decide to sell the house, the office could be used as another bedroom. Whaddaya think?"

"I like it."

"Alright. You got a table we can sit at? I need to make a few notes and do some sketches."

"Sure," I replied, "We can use the kitchen table." I led Bill back into the kitchen.

The table was in a little eating area at the rear of the kitchen. I motioned for Bill to sit on the side nearest the kitchen proper, facing the wall. From that position he could only see me and the wall behind. I seated him like that to provide Kara a little privacy. If Bill had been sitting where I was sitting he could have seen most of the house.

Bill opened a case he carried and took out pencils and a sketch pad. He scribbled a few notes and started to draw. It was amazing to watch him as he sketched the layout of the upstairs addition. Without using a straight-edge or measuring anything he got the lines straight and maintained good proportion. I looked up and saw Kara coming through the living room toward the kitchen. She had put on clothes but it didn't look like she had been very modest.

I held my breath as Kara came into the kitchen, expecting Bill to turn around. Kara said, "Don't mind me, I'm just going to fix a pot of coffee." Amazingly, Bill didn't turn to look; he continued sketching.

Kara was wearing harem pajamas. The top was billowy with elastic around the neck line, arms and stomach. Kara had pulled the top down onto her arms, baring her shoulders, and pulled the bottom up under her breasts, exposing her stomach. The pants had an elastic waistband which was pushed low on her hips, just above the pubic region. There was also elastic around the legs, near her ankles. The outfit would have been sexy, even if it had been made of denim, but the entire thing was like a see-through negligee, and Kara wasn't wearing a thing under it. As long as Bill didn't turn around everything would be fine.

While Kara fussed over the coffee maker I studied her delicious tits. They were probably a large 'B' or small 'C', the perfect size for her petite body. They had no sag whatsoever and jutted out nicely from her rib cage. Kara had an all-over tan but her quarter-sized aureoles were darker still. At the center of those were two even darker bumps, her nipples, which got larger and harder when she got aroused.

Kara reached into a cupboard above the sink, giving me a dramatic look at her backside. The elastic waistband of the harem pants was just at the top of her ass-crack, separating two nicely rounded mounds of firm flesh, each just the right size for a comfortable grip. The backs of her legs were nicely visible through the harem pants, strong but solid thighs attached to beautifully sculpted calves.

As she turned back to the coffee maker I was granted a delectable view of her pussy. She had shaved the lips smoothly and their puffiness was evident through the thin fabric of the harem pants. Just above her lips, above her hidden clitoris, was a little patch of carefully trimmed hair. The elastic waistband of the harem pants was just above that.

Bill still hadn't turned around. I said to Kara, "You know, Bill was recommended to me by James Ramsey, one of the guys you work with." I was hoping that Kara would realize that her mode of dress might get back to Winston Grayson and cause her to lose out on the partnership.

Kara said, "I know what you're trying to tell me, but I'm not worried. I think Bill here has better sense than to say anything."

Bill continued working on his sketches. He still didn't look up when he said, "I don't know what it is I'm not supposed to talk about but you don't have to worry. In my business I learn a lot about people's private lives and I've learned not to talk. My men understand that if they want to keep their jobs, and I do pay them well, they don't say anything either."

The coffee had finished brewing and Kara asked, "Who wants coffee?"

Bill replied, "I'll take a cup, black, please."

I still would have preferred that Bill didn't see Kara dressed like that. I didn't want her to take a chance with her career but I also thought she was dressed too immodestly for a stranger, even if she was at home. I didn't mind another man seeing her like that but I was concerned that he might be offended. However, it was too late for concern; Kara was coming to the table. I said, "Sure, bring me a cup too."

Kara came to the table carrying two cups of coffee. From behind Bill she put a cup down at his side. He looked up from his sketching to thank her, but when he saw how she was dressed he lost his voice. He stared without saying anything. His eyes followed her as she walked around to my side of the table. I could tell he wanted to be polite but the elevator movement of his eyes was unmistakable.

As she put my coffee down I attempted to introduce them. I said, "Bill, this is Kara Radcliffe. Kara this is Bill Jenson." Kara extended her hand toward Bill but things still weren't registering clearly with him.