As she saw Jon's car disappearing down the driveway Jane sat looking out the window for a few minutes. She was tired. They'd had a small party last night to celebrate her leaving her job at the research institute, and in a way to celebrate her new job, which was going to be quite a challenge.
She got up, put their dishes in the sink and went back to bed. She set the timer for one hour; she'd shower and go out when she got up. After the casual arrangements and dress at research she'd need some new clothes.
When she got out of the shower she dried off and stood in front of the mirror. Not bad for thirty-five with two kids, she thought. Hardly any noticeable stretch marks, and if her breasts sagged just a bit her legs were still long and straight.
She started to dress and had on stockings and reaching for her bra when the doorbell rang. Who could that be? She looked at the clock, ten o'clock. Then she looked around the curtain at the front door. Mister Fisher! She'd forgotten completely about Mister Fisher and measuring the windows.
She slipped on a robe, went to the front door and as she let Mister Fisher in she apologized for not being ready.
"And this new lad, Jimmy, I'm showing the ropes. Sort of like an apprentice." He smiled. "He's been working down at the shop and knows about glass, but I want to get him used to measuring windows. I hope we're not disturbing you." He said as he eyed her legs showing as her robe separated slightly.
"No, not at all." She smiled. "Dirty old man." She thought noting where his eyes went. "I'll have to be more careful."
She told them to go ahead and let her know when they needed to see the upstairs. She went back up to the bedroom and started to go through her clothes to see what she had that would be suitable for the new job. She was so engrossed in what she was doing that when she went from the master bedroom to the front bedroom with just her panties on she didn't see Mister Fisher coming up the stairs. He stopped: she stopped: for a moment they stood looking at each other, or rather she was looking at him and he was looking at her breasts. She bounced back into the master bedroom and grabbed her robe.
When she came out again she and Mister Fisher said simultaneously:
"I'm sorry I.............." They both laughed as Jane continued, ".......I had forgotten you were here Mister Fisher." She was blushing, but having Harvey Fisher see her breasts had a strange effect on her. An effect she couldn't explain. Having this older man see her half naked was turning her on, and she felt warmness and wetness between her legs.
He told her that he had to go to an emergency job that had just come up, but he'd be back tomorrow. However tomorrow wouldn't work for Jane, but she had an idea.
"Is Jimmy proficient enough to take these measurements alone?"
"Well, yes, but it take two to be sure of the measurement. Someone has to hold the end of the tape at exactly the right spot. If you're off a half inch that could bollix the whole thing."
"Couldn't I do that?" Jane went on.
So they agreed that he'd go back to the shop with Jimmy, who'd drive his own car back and Jimmy and Jane would do the upstairs measurements. Harvey Fisher was disappointed. He loved being around a woman like this, and it didn't happen very often. The glimpse he'd had of her leg first thing when he'd arrived was nice, but that last thing, the view he'd had of her lovely breasts was frosting on a delicious cake. As he drove back to the shop he was wondering if he had time to jack-off at the shop before he went to replace the broken window, or if he should wait. Maybe even wait until tonight with his wife, Lou, at home.
Jimmy grabbed a quick sandwich and a coke before returning to do the other windows. When he got there Jane was still in her robe and they went upstairs to the first bedroom. Jimmy liked the idea of working with Jane. For an older woman she was quite pretty and had a smashing figure -- what he could see of it.
The window in the first bedroom was easy, but the second room had a taller window, so Jane skipped downstairs to get a step stool. When she got back she insisted that he should take the measurement at the bottom while she stood on the stool. Jimmy had to kneel and was level with her legs at the bottom of her robe, level with her stockinged legs, and as he glanced up he saw...and dropped the tape.
"Sorry, Ma'am." He said as he picked it up.
"Ma'am? What's this ma'am? My name's Jane and that's what you must call me Jimmy."
He tried again, but this time got into a better position so that he could see right up her robe. He could see above her stocking tops and, no it was too dark, he couldn't see if she had panties on or if she did what color they were.
Okay, that room was done; they did a third bedroom that was used as a study, then into the master bedroom. There were two smaller windows and a large sliding door that led on to a balcony. Jimmy noticed the unmade bed with odd bits of clothing and some underwear on the floor.
"We'll need the step stool again to get the slider." He said.
"I'll get it." Jane answered.
She brought the stool and put it beside the window, but first they had to get the width, and dropping to one knee Jane held the end at the door jamb. As she did it her robe fell open showing her knee and just up to the edge of the dark band of the stocking top.
Poor Jimmy was suffering. He was trying to hide the erection that was pushing out of his trousers, and starting to leave a wet spot. The next step was to measure the door's height, and to do this Jane stood on the top step of the step stool, holding the tape at the top of the window. At the same time Jimmy knelt down with the tape at the floor and read the value he saw.
As he crouched on the floor Jimmy wasn't looking at the tape, but up at Jane's legs. Jane knew what he was up to and moved her right leg just a couple of inches so that he got a clear view of what was between her thighs. As she did so she felt her heart pounding with excitement. Was she mad? She wondered. What was she doing letting this boy see up her skirt? She'd never done anything like this before.
As he fumbled with the tape measure he looked again, yes, she didn't have any panties on. He could see the dark mat of hair between her white thighs, the whiteness of which was accentuated by her black stockings, especially the dark band at the top.
He stood up as Jane got down, and they stood facing each other for a moment then Jane leaned forward and kissed him. Yes, she was quite mad she realized, and for a moment he was taken aback, then he returned the kiss and reached out to take her in his arms. Jimmy wasn't a very experienced kisser, and resisted at first when Jane's tongue pressed against his lips, but soon yielded and their mouths became locked in a French kiss, tongues meeting, intertwining, exploring each other's mouths and all the time drinking in each others saliva.
