I had recently changed insurance carriers. The homeowners policy required someone to come and inspect the home to attain an accurate description and proper coverage. Last week the inspector called to set an appointment. Her name was Sandy. I'm Joe.
The day of her appointment I was at the house cleaning up. She was to arrive at 10:00. At 10:10 she called to apologize, saying she was delayed inspecting another house. I assured her that it was fine and she said she would arrive as soon as she could.
I admit, when she said she was delayed my thoughts wandered to the dirtier possibilities. I went back to my chores imagining what she might look like. She arrived about 15 minutes later, dressed in nice jeans, a blouse, and light jacket with her company logo on it. Her clothes fit her well, leaving subtle hints to the shape of her body. Her long brown hair was slightly windblown but otherwise well done. She wore minimal makeup and no perfume. She was polite and professional. I guessed her age to be about mid-30's. I was dressed in cargo pants and a t-shirt. My beard was brushed and I was freshly showered but otherwise I looked like a man with a to-do list.
I let her in and listened as she explained the purpose for the appointment. She would need to ask some questions and take a few photos. I led her through the house, answering questions, and making sure she had enough light for the pictures. As we talked I began to appreciate the swell of her breasts, mostly hidden by the coat, and how firm her ass looked in her jeans. We made small talk as we moved through the house, and outside around the property.
Then she asked about the roof. She needed a picture but had forgotten her pole that helped her get the camera high enough. I offered to get a ladder out, and she accepted. Holding the ladder gave me a chance to appreciate not only her ass, but the way she moved as well.
Then it happened. She moved slightly wrong, and almost fell. I reached up, grabbing her ass to steady her.
"Oh!" she said.
Smiling I said, "Well, you certainly have a firm ass. It's a shame you didn't have a better ladder holder."
Laughing she said, "Well, it's a good thing he has quick hands."
I kept my hands on her as she slowly came back down the ladder. They slid up from her ass, up her back, to her shoulders. Once on the ground she turned to smile at me, and said, "Thank you...for complimenting my ass."