I finished work today earlier than usual and went to pick-up some clothes from the dry-cleaner. As I stop in the driveway, I see some people work on my neighbor's roof. Some tall and brunette guy says something to me as I get out of the car, but I barely pay attention. That's it until golden locks moved around by the wind and I see a blonde woman looking directly at me. I feel her eyes I move to the back of the car to pick-up the bags.

I finished and noticed that she is still looking at me. Devouring me, undressing me with her eyes. She stops in her tracks when she notices that I caught her. But, instead of looking shameful she gives me a devilish smirk and mutters something that I cannot hear.

I turned my eyes on the direction to my house and keep walking. No paying much attention until I hear the same guy shotting a question "Hey, why do ladies love roofers?" I glanced up quickly and see that he is smiling, probably proud of his pick-up lines. I on the other hand cannot contain the eye roll and annoyance. Before turning around again I see the blonde smiling.

It has been a long day, even though I was able to leave early. I look at my watch and see that is almost time for Robin to get back home, so I rush to the stairs to unpack the package from the dry-cleaner and get ready for dinner. As I'm unpacking, I hear voices coming from the window, so I decided to have a pick.

There she is. The same blond talking with the guys. They are now in the neighbour's balcony having a break. She is laughing at something the other guys are saying. I cannot take my eyes away from her. She has a very toned body; probably because of the type of work she does. Her arms look sculpted, long legs and her eyes. They shine bright, maybe because of the sun that is still high today or maybe they are like that. I'm not sure. I stopped myself and got back to my task in hand.

By the time Robin gets home dinner was ready. We ate together as always and after cleaning the plates we went to the living room to rest. Robin falls sleep, he looks tired.

As he rests on the couch, I took my nails polish and decided to paint his nails. We have been together for six years. My mom set me up with him. He is a nice guy, Regina. Comes for a very wealthy family I remembered my mom's words. Yes, Robin is a nice guy. We went for a date and another and another. After a couple of weeks, we were an item. You can easily fall in love with him. He is handsome with a British accent. Tall, sandy hair and green eyes. He has a beautiful smile. He is caring, loving, funny and always takes care of me. I couldn't ask for more, could I?

Robin takes me out of my thoughts as he wakes up "Hey, babe. What time is it?" he says as he kisses me.

"Time to go." I replied as I push myself on top of him on the couch. My nighty dress rides up with my move and he takes the opportunity to put his hands on my tights. Moving the dress up higher as his hands caresses me.

"Is it? I'm up" he says as he tries to get me out of his lap. But I have a different plan and pushed him back to the couch as I whisper against his lips "Just wait".

We started kissing again as I rub myself against his lap. I can feel that he is getting horny as his erection starts growing. I pushed myself in a seating position and take his rigth hand under my silky dress until my panties are in full view for him. I want him to touch me. As he is ready to do so and puts his open hand on my covered pussy he notices his nails.

"What is this?" He asked.

Laughing I try to act as if I don't know what he is asking about.

"What do you mean what, what is this?" he asked again inspecting his nails "Did you paint my nails?"

"Mhmm" I replied with a smirk

Robin shoot his brows up with disbelief "Why"

"You have the most gorgeous nail-beds, dear"

"I feel violated." He says as he pushes himself on a seating positing while I'm still on top of him.

"What? Why?"

"I don't know it's fucking weird. Okay look baby I gotta go. Would you take that off please?" He tries to get me out of his lap but I trapped him with my tights around his hips. "Wait, I just want one picture."

He kisses my nose "You're not taking a picture of me." And finally gets me out of him. Before turning to leave he gives me a little slap on my bottoms that doesn't help my raging hormones.