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It was a cold winter in Kansas for Lydia this year. Now according to the almanac, it was no colder than any year prior. However, Lydia had lost her husband, Chris, a few months earlier. Now, Chris was not a passionate lover who brought warmth to Lydia's life. To be honest, Chris wasn't even that great of a husband. Yet, he did provide structure and a sense of need to Lydia's day to day life.

Lydia made a dinner for two. Ever since Chris had passed, she still couldn't bring herself to downscale her recipes. She sat alone at her dining table enjoying the roasted chicken, steamed broccoli, and wild grain rice she had made. After dinner, she returned to the kitchen to clean up. Not much to her surprise, she discovered that the hot water had quit working and the water itself had little pressure.

This seemed to be a yearly thing. Often times she would complain to Chris about it. He would begrudgingly go mess with it. Often times, he would find a shortcut or quick fix that would help it last through the rest of the winter. Lydia told herself, "Tomorrow I am fixing this once and for all."

Lydia opened the supply closet door where the water heater found its home. She had a flathead screwdriver in one hand and needle nose pliers in the other hand. Bound and determined to fix this issue, she unfortunately realized rather quickly that she had no clue what she was actually looking for.

Not willing to let this go unresolved, Lydia remembered Chris's close work friend, Oliver, offered his services at the funeral, if ever needed of course. She quickly rummaged through her end table and found her old address book. As she dialed Oliver on the phone, she hoped his number was still the same from when she added it years ago. Oliver answered.

Oliver showed up not much later after the phone call. Oliver stood tall and strong but in a much different way than Chris. Chris was often loud and opinionated as if he need to prove he was a big strong man. Oliver was quiet but carried himself with a strong presence. One that didn't require a need to vocalize it.

Oliver was quick on the case of the water heater issue. It was an old house with exposed pipes. Oliver suggested that there maybe a frozen section in the hot water pipe and recommended turning up the heat and even starting a fire in the fireplace to help thaw out the pipe. It did not take long for the house to get rather warm.

Oliver, still inspecting the water heater and pipes, began to get rather hot and flush in his flannel shirt. He tried to hold off striping a layer out of respect for Lydia but eventually it got too hot for him to bear. He took it off and was down to his undershirt which was a tank top that shrunken short from too many times in the wash.

Lydia caught herself several times admiring Oliver when he wasn't paying attention. He had a similar build to Chris but seemed to carry it much better. Maybe it was height, she supposed. He was a bit taller than Chris. She began to wonder what Oliver's body felt like. She imagined his body to be warm to the touch but also firm and solid. She began to think about her hand sliding under his shirt to feel his chest. Unfortunately, all she found herself remembering is how Chris's chest felt to the touch.

Lydia began to feel embarrassed. Embarrassed for thinking of Oliver in such a way. Embarrassed that the only creative she had in her imaginative touch found the feeling of Chris. She asked Oliver to excuse her as she went to the bathroom to run cold water over her face, which currently was the only water available.

As Lydia left the room Oliver was in, Oliver couldn't help but notice Lydia's figure. He always had a bit of a liking to Lydia and often dreamed of finding himself a wife very similar to her. Oliver, too shy and too loyal to Chris, never said a word of this out loud to anyone, of course.

For a moment, Oliver found himself undressing Lydia. She wasn't wearing anything extravagant. She had on a robe when he first arrived which she had taken off when the house started to get warm. She had on a tank top that showed the natural shape of her breasts and lounge pants that displayed the voluptuous nature of her lower half. Oliver swiftly fought off these thoughts of arousal.

Lydia returned to find Oliver still inspecting the pipes. She had noticed that Oliver had taken his belt loose.

"Is your belt part of your tool kit?" She joked.

"Ha no, I'm just rather warm that's all. I can buckle it back up if it makes you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to offend." Oliver quickly apologized.

Lydia thought about her words carefully before replying with "You know, Oliver, I was married to Chris for a very long time. I'm very used to seeing a man in his boxers walking around this house anyways. Feel free to take your pants off if you get too warm. I would not be offended at all."

Oliver stood still and stared into Lydia's blue eyes in slight shock. He understood the words she said and knew that there was nothing sexual about them. However, he felt uncomfortable with what had just occurred. He let out a very quiet and timid "Okay. Thank you."

Oliver continued to inspect with his pants on as Lydia worked on sweeping in the living room. After a while of being alone, Oliver finally gave in and striped down to his boxer briefs. He was reaching up to feel the pipe as he thought he had found whether the clog was happening. Just then, Lydia rounded the corner to fetch a mop. She looked as Oliver stretched on his tippy toes to feel where the pipe went cold.

As she eyed him up and down. She noticed his rather strong thighs and what lied between. Chris had always worn boxers so she just assumed Oliver did too. That was not the case as she saw his bulge outlined in the more form fit of his boxer briefs. Oliver was much more endowed than Chris. For a moment, she imagined walking up and placing her hand on it to feel its girth. As she forced the thought out of her head, she noticed she had already extended her hand out towards Oliver. He let go of the pipe as he noticed her standing there. As his hazel eyes met her blue ones, Lydia stuttered out the words "Can you pass me the mop?"

Oliver turned around and grabbed the mop for Lydia. As he placed the mop in her extended hand, her fingers lingered around his hand momentarily. Oliver noticed Lydia had pulled her blonde hair up in a messy bun. He assumed to cool down. He watched a bead of sweat run down from the side of her neck. As it came down to her chest, it followed the natural curve of her breasts and ran down the center of her cleavage much like a stream through a valley. His hazel eyes followed as it ran down.

Lydia noticed his gaze as she released her hand from his and took the mop. She said thank you and returned to the living room. She felt a warmth between her thighs that she hadn't felt in a very long time. She tried to not think of Oliver's meaty member as she mopped. Occasionally, she found herself instinctively stroking the handle of the mop. She was overwhelmed by the feeling of desire she had for Oliver but also overcome with guilt knowing that was Chris's best friend.

As Lydia finished up mopping the living room, Oliver entered the room full dressed. His jeans were back on with his belt buckled up and his flannel shirt was back on and buttoned all the way up minus the top two buttons. He had a pipe fitting that was full of gunk in his hand.

"I found the culprit, Lydia." He expressed. "I'm going to run to the hardware store and get a new one. Do you need me to pick up anything for you while I am out?"

Lydia thought why yes a thicker mop handle. "No thanks but my wallet is on the table by the door. Just grab what you need for the part."

Oliver stared into her ocean blue eyes for a solid moment. He thought about what she said but also knew she wasn't working and could only assume Chris hadn't left much in savings.

"I've got it handled. My treat." He stated.

Lydia knew the part would not be that much but also knew in that moment that Oliver considered her finances and well being before offering to cover the cost. She walked up to Oliver, placed a her hand on the forearm that held the pipe fitting. She lifted herself up his cheek and gave him a little peck. "Thank you, Oliver. I really appreciate all that you have done for me."

Oliver threw his hat back on his head, covering his natural strawberry blonde hair. Lydia's hand was still on his arm. He desperately wanted to hold her. Hold her as if she was his own wife. He was still blushed in the face when he replied "Its no problem at all, Lydia. I would do anything for you."

As the words left his mouth, he realized how desperate he must have sounded. "Ok, I've got to run." He exclaimed to usher his exit from his own embarrassment.

Lydia chuckled under her breath as Oliver left the house. She began to wonder what a life with Oliver would be like. She also wondered how good of a lover Oliver may be. She felt herself get very warm. Not just from the heat and the fire, but from her thoughts. She figured while Oliver was out getting the new part, it was a good time to put on something more comfortable to wear in the hot house.

She took off her tank top and lounge pants and threw on a greenish blue chemise that Chris bought her a long time ago. She loved the way it felt on her body. She loved the way her body looked in it. She wish she would have wore more often. Chris rarely inspired the feelings of wanting to be wanted though. She thinks its time to inspire herself.

As Oliver drove to the hardware store, he replayed the the bead of sweat as if followed the curves of Lydia's body. He imagined her standing there fully nude. He even imagined the other interactions like the mop and the kiss with her completely unclothed. He felt guilty about these thoughts but his guilt was not enough to slow the blood flow to his currently hardening member.

He entered the hardware store, adjusting his jeans to hid his ever present erection. He said hi to Bill, the owner of the hardware store, as he turned down the plumbing aisle. He quickly found what he needed and head up to the register. He was ready to be back. Not just to fix the issue, but to be back with Lydia.

Oliver returned to what used to be Chris and Lydia's house but is now just Lydia's home. He knocked on the door and heard Lydia reply from the bathroom "It's open." He went back to fixing the pipe. He was nowhere near as warm as earlier considering he had just been out in the cold. He striped back down to his undershirt and briefs regardless.

He felt ashamed but he also hoped that maybe, just maybe, Lydia would be happy with his decision. Lydia walked in to check on him. He almost pinched his finger in between the pipe and the fitting when he saw her in her chemise. The fabric flowed with her curves. It was low cut and the length ended just below her hips. "Lydia, I'm not going to lie, you are absolutely breathtaking in that dress."

Lydia blushed. "Why thank you Oliver. I just needed to cool down. It has gotten so hot in here."

Oliver finished up tightening the pipe. "Well, its fixed now so we can turn the heat back down if you like." He stated.

Oliver walked back into the living room and adjusted the thermostat for her. Lydia approached him from behind. She wrapped her arm around him and ran her hand up his undershirt to feel his chest. "I actually enjoy the heat, Oliver." She whispers in his ear as her other hand finds itself on his girth.

He slowly turns around, not wanting to lose her touch. He places his hand on her neck and pulls her in for a kiss. This time its not on the cheek and its not just a peck. As their lips lock, she moves her hand over his nipple and her grip on his cock becomes firm. He kisses down her chin and around to the side of her neck knocking a strap to her chemise off her shoulder.

Oliver picks Lydia up as his lips make their way down her chest. She wraps her legs around his hips and feels his erect imprint pressing up against her. He carries her over to the couch. The couch that Chris and him would sit on to drink beers and vent after work. He lays Lydia down on the couch. Her large breasts have since fallen out of the chemise completely.

He lowers himself down and begins to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples. He finds the chemise keeps trying to get in the way. As he pulls the dress off over the top of her, Lydia slides her hand down his boxer briefs to feel the flesh of his hard cock.

"Oh, Oliver you feel so strong yet tender."

"Lydia, I've always wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you." Oliver states as he takes off his boxer briefs freeing both his penis and her hand.

"I just never wanted to get in the way of you and Chris..." Oliver began to say before Lydia could put her fingers on his lips.

"I don't want to talk about him right now." Lydia says as her hold turns into a stroking motion.

Oliver returns to kissing on her body. He starts at the neck again and makes his way down and through her cleavage. As he comes to her navel, he lower his lips to the start of her thong and runs his tongue up to just below her belly button. He pulled her thong to the side as runs his tongue up her slit and begins to suck on her swollen clit. She lets out a moan before he sticks his tongue inside her.

"Oh fuck... Oliver" she says as she runs her fingers through his strawberry blonde hair. Something she could never do with Chris's buzz cut. She pushes his head closer. Chris would never go down on her. In fact, Lydia recalls in her mind the last time she received oral. It was a girlfriend back in high school she experimented with.

Oliver begins to pull her thong down to her knees but struggles as tries to keep his tongue inside her while doing it. He finally gets them completely off and puts her knees on top of his shoulder as he returns to taste her some more.

Lydia's hand is firm on the back of Oliver's head as he services her. She rubs her feet along the small of his back and finds her toes touching his butt cheek. As she feels herself a rush of wetness flow through her body, she whispers "Oliver, I want you to put it inside me."

Oliver raises himself to her eye level. He stares into her beautiful blue eyes as he slowly slides his rock hard member inside her. She bites her lip as she feels herself stretching. Chris was never this big or this hard. As Oliver enters her completely, she feels as if she feels every vein on his cock slide across her.

Lydia places her hands on the both sides of Oliver's face as she pulls him in to kiss him. She swirls her tongue around his as he slowly slides in and out of her. She nibbles on his lip and encourages him to go deeper and harder. She slides her hands down his chest and around his waist. She grabs his ass by both cheeks as he begins to slowly pound her. She feels a wave of pressure and wetness build in her like a wall ready to burst at the seams.

Oliver stops as he is overcome with guilt. He slides out of her and sits up right on the couch. "I can't do this, Lydia. I can't do this to Chris. I can't do this to you, for God's sake." Oliver places his hand on his forehead, almost covering his eyes.

"This isn't something you are doing 'to me', Oliver. This is something you are doing 'for me'. I want this Oliver. For the first time in a long time, I feel I deserve to get what I want." Lydia kisses the side of his cheek and then wraps her lips around his wet cock. She takes him completely in her mouth. Her tongue slides across his member feeling every vain.

Oliver tilts his head back and lets out a loud moan. He runs his fingers through her blonde hair as her head bobs up and down. As great as her mouth feels, he knows he wants to be inside of her again.

He places his fingers under her chin as she slurp the spit rolling down his cock. He pulls her up so their eyes can meet. He gives her a big strong kiss and rolls his tongue inside her mouth. As soon as the kiss is over, he bends her over the arm of the couch.

He begins to slide inside her again and grabs her by the hips. He slams her body back against his. As he begins to pound her hard, she reaches back with her hands above her ass reaching for his body. He removes his hands from her hips and grabs her wrists. He pulls her arms back towards him as he begins to fuck her with more speed.

She feels the wall again but this time its moving as the pressure builds. Her ribs rest on the arm of the couch with her large breasts dangling over the side. Her hair has fallen down in her face. All she can focus on is his large thick cock slamming against her cervix. The wall erupts as she creams all over his hard member.

" Oh fuck me, Oliver, I just came!" Lydia screams. "I want you to cum inside me. Don't stop until you cum in me, okay, babe?"

As soon as the words hit Oliver's ears, he is pushed right up to the edge. He slides his left arm under her body and pulls her up by her chest. He places his left hand on her right breast and moves his right hand down to her clit. He feels all her juices as she turns her head to kiss him. With one final thrust, he pumps every bit of seed he had built up.

They both collapse back on the couch. She laid her head on his chest while he ran his fingers through her blonde hair. They laid there for what felt like forever. Neither of them seemed to mind, though.

Oliver finally sat up. "Its getting late, Lydia. I should probably head home."

"Yea, be safe, Oliver." Lydia says as Oliver stands up and begins to get dressed. He finishes buttoning up his shirt. Lydia has put her chemise back on and is still laying on the couch. Oliver leans down and kiss her on the forehead before he heads to the door.

"Oliver, one more thing." Lydia proclaims. "Maybe next week you can come over and, I don't know, build a crib for the nursery."