It was a hot spring Saturday afternoon in our cul-de-sac neighborhood. Some people were at work, others taking care of errands, others yard work, and spring cleaning. As I was loading my truck with things that needed taken away during my spring cleaning of the garage, I saw Sarah across the road.
She was a early-40's, mom of 2, who didn't seem to accept just how hot she was. She would say hello if she saw you, and commonly dressed in fashion much younger than her age. Don't get me wrong, it looked fantastic on her as it accentuated all her features. From her curvy mom bubble butt, to her think milf thighs, and her understated 36C breasts. She would fill out any shirt, and show all her curves. Thinking about it made my shorts tighter than they were.
As I set a small shelf down in my truck, I glance over at her driveway again, but didn't see her. Oh well. Heading back in to grab more stuff from the garage, I pick up a bag and turn around, only to find Sarah standing right in front of me. A stealthy milf she is. "Hi, Sarah. How are you today?"
"I'm good, Michael. Hey, can I ask you a couple questions", she inquired.
"Sure, what's up?", I ask, trying not to think about my cock and her curves.
"I have a shelf that I was hoping to put together to organize part of my closet and surprise Rochard with when he gets back from his business conference. Could you come over and help me out sometime tonight? He gets back tomorrow and I wanted to have it all done." She pauses and looks around the garage.
I take the opportunity to admire her curvy hips and thick thighs. As I look back up, I see that she has caught me checking her out. She gives a smirk.
"So, what do you think, Michael?"
My mind went to all the dirty things I could do to her body with her husband out of town, but I replied, "Sure, I can come over this evening, say around 7 and take a look. Probably won't take too long to put together for you."
"Great!" as she bites her lower lip momentarily and then gets a devilish grin. "I'll need help carrying it from my trunk to the bedroom. I'm not sure where all of Richard's tools are, so if you want to bring a few to help get the job done, that wouldn't be bad either." She turns and walks away.
My cock is trying so hard to rip my seams on my cargo shorts as I watch her hips sway as she walks across the road to her house. Seemed like forever just starring at her ass. As she shut her door, figured I should get my stuff loaded up so I could get it to the dump before they closed.
******* later that evening **************
It was almost 7pm, so I got together some basic tools I thought would help, the standard screwdrivers, a small hammer, and some pliers just in case. Tossing them in a little tool bag I had laying around, I pick it up, and walk across the road. As I walk up the sidewalk, past Sarah's front window, I glance inside. I see your basic living room setup with couch, tv, chairs, and a dining room with table and chairs. I see a light on in the kitchen. Arriving at the door, I ring the doorbell and wait. It takes a moment, but I hear Sarah coming down the stairs to the door.
"Hey, Michael, come in. I really appreciate you helping me out with this."
I reply, "No problem, glad to help out. You said it was in the back of your car, right?"
"Yes, follow me."
We then walk past the stairs and out to the garage. She opens the garage so we can open her trunk.
I look at it first, and realize this would be really simple, but figure maybe she just isn't that handy with tools. I pick it up, and say, "Ok, now where do you want this to end up?"
"I'm hoping to have it in our bedroom closet to help organize some things. Follow me and I'll show you. You can probably build it up there so we don't have to move it much."
We head upstairs, past a couple kids' bedrooms, and I inquire, "Where are your kids at?"
"Each of them had a friend they wanted to have a sleepover with, so they are not here for the entire night."
She looks over her should with a sly glance as we enter the master bedroom. That looks makes me hard so fast, I had to hold the box in front of my cock so it wasn't apparent.
"So here is the closet, I'm hoping it will fit right here," pointing to a wall in the closet.
"Yes, that should easily fit in there. I'll get to work. I don't think it will take more than about 10-15 minutes to put together and I'll let you know when I'm done," I inform Sarah.
"Great, really appreciate it, Michael", and off she went back downstairs.
I, of course, starred at her ass again as she was leaving the room, can't get enough daydreaming about that ass. After she is out of sight, I look around for a suitable spot to lay out all the parts. I decide at the foot of the bed would have enough room. I hear some various dishes and what sound like cooking noises down in the kitchen, and figure she is busy making some dinner or something. I glance around and see a hamper of dirty clothes next to a chest of drawers. I get an idea I should go see if she had any lingerie or dirty underwear, as I can only imagine how that pussy and ass would smell in her used panties. I decide against it, and start work on the shelf.
Since it was a simple, 3x3 cube/shelf system, it was put together in about 8 minutes. Of course, my dirty middle-aged man mind went back to the hamper. I slide the shelf over towards the closet, and glance back at the bedroom door. I still hear water boiling and some dishes downstairs, so I decide to shut the bedroom door to act as my alarm (in case she comes in). Once I do that, I step quietly back over to the shelf, and "accidentally" knock over the hamper. Yeah, I know, not such an accident. I see some shirts, socks, yoga pants she was wearing earlier today, and then find a couple pairs of her panties. They were some plain but colorful thong panties. Kind of that soft material that doesn't make panty lines. As I grab them, I unrolled them a little to find the gusset, and see a white patch on both pairs. Damn, she must get super wet during the day. I hold one up to smell it, and it was an amazing musky pussy smell. Felt slightly wet as well. Could she have gone through all of these today, I thought. As I'm smelling, I hear the doorknob of the bedroom start to turn. I throw all the clothes back in as I stand up the hamper, right before she comes in.
"Why was the door shut, Michael?" she asks.
"I just didn't want to make too much noise with the hammer and stuff. I finished the shelf a few moments ago and was moving it over here and knocked over your hamper, so I was just picking it back up," I tried to cover and not act like a teenage boy who got caught looking at porn.
She glances as the basket, and momentarily tilts her head to the side, then just smiles and looks back at me. "Let me move a couple things out of the way, and you can put the shelf in the closer."
As she walks past me, she squeezes between me and the shelf and turns away so that her firm ass slightly rubs across my cock, which of course is already hard from the entire situation. As she passes me, I try not to act to turned on, and glance at the hamper only to see the wet pussy marks on both pairs of panties are right on top. I know they weren't that way before, and I'm guessing she knows it too.
"There you go, that should be enough room to slide that thing right in there for me." She looks at me.
I get a small smile on my face and move around to push the shelf into place. As I finish moving it, I let her know that should be good. I then ask her if she needs help with anything else while I'm there.
She replies, "well, I do have one other thing that has been bothering me if you want to take a look...".
Trying not to act to excited that I get to stay in her house more, and maybe catch more glances at her amazing body, "Sure, I'd love to."
"Follow me," then she gives a come-hither finger motion and starts to walk off.
Damn, she knows how to push all my buttons. I swear my cock is going to need a cold shower after this.
We head back downstairs, she turns and heads towards the kitchen, looking over her should at the bottom of the stairs, where she catches me starring at her ass again. She smiles seductively as she turns and keeps walking, not missing a step.
As we get into the kitchen, she says to have a seat at the bar stool and she'll get what you need to look at.
I pull the stool out and sit down, of course watching her every move while she walks away. I hear her go around and open the door to the garage. I don't hear a lot of noise, but figure I'll just keep waiting, so I don't get myself into more trouble.
After a minute or two, I hear someone walking down the stairs, and it occurs to me that she opened that door to the garage, but you could go down another hall and get back upstairs. She must have looped around and gone upstairs, but for what, I wonder. I turn my body slightly to look back towards the bottom of the stairs, to find Sarah walking towards me in nothing, except what appears to be one of the pairs of panties from the hamper. I'm sure with a stunned, shocked, and erotic look on my face, I say, "Sarah, ummm, what are you doing?"
