Janet was feeling down. Glen was accusing her of being "unfaithful", of cheating on him, which in the broad sense was true. He didn't mind her having sex with other men when he was there, but he'd found out that Ron, from next door, dropped in once in a while and he was furious.
Men could be such assholes, she said to herself. They wanted things their way or not at all. She loved Glen in her own way, but having relations with other men was important to her mental health. A couple of months ago there had been that fine young man who'd worked on the wall by the garden, and fucked her as she lay face down on the picnic table on the deck. But he'd finished the job and moved on. Man she could use some of that right now.
She wandered into the bedroom, opened a draw and fingered some of her best lingerie. Suddenly she had an idea. She tore off her jeans, her sweater and underwear, and ran into the shower. She had a nice long hot shower, making sure all her special places were clean. When she'd dried off she walked into the bedroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
"God I look good." She thought as she examined herself in the mirror, then sat down on the bed, reached into the draw of her bedside table and took out her vibrator. No, first I'll have a little smoke to get myself in the mood. She lit up a joint and sucked in the heavy sweet smoke. That's more like it.
She lay back, spread her legs and put the vibrator on her clitoris.
"Aaah." She sighed "That's heaven."
Then she remembered -- "Oh shit, that old man is coming to measure the windows. What time is it?"
She looked at her watch, "He'll be here in fifteen minutes."
She and Glen had decided to have double pane windows put in. They'd gone to the shop and met this nice older man who'd been recommended, and he was coming today to measure all the windows in the house. "What fun it would be to dress up in my nicest underwear and tease the old guy." She thought.
Quickly she dressed stockings, garterbelt, heels, black bra and panties -- those flared panties would appeal to an old guy. Then a short skirt and blouse. NO! A black negligee. She wouldn't button it all the way, and as she walked the split in front would reveal as much as she wanted.
She was still putting her makeup on when the doorbell rang. She'd make him wait a couple of minutes while she finished the job. Nice, very inviting. For a woman of forty plus, Janet was absolutely yummy, she knew it and flaunted it. A natural red head, nice slender body and really nice legs, she'd always wished she had bigger breasts, but men liked what she had, and always paid a lot of attention to them, she liked that.
She looked herself over once more in the mirror before buttoning up the negligee, making sure it was unbuttoned half way up her thigh. This was going to be fun, she just hoped the old guy wouldn't have a heart attack, then she heard the doorbell again.
"Come in, Mister..........." As she opened the door she found herself facing a much younger guy. "Who are you?" This was a pleasant surprise, instead of the old fellow, whose name was now driven from her mind; there was a man of about twenty-five. Nice looking guy, Latin or Italian probably.
"Hi! Mister Seidel couldn't make it, he's sick, and he hoped it was okay if I came by myself instead."
"Uh well....yeah, I guess so." She was speechless. She felt naked in front of a much younger man than she had expected, and probably as a result of smoking the weed, couldn't think straight.
"My name's Rick." He went on. "I was supposed to help the boss do the measuring, but he said maybe you could give me a hand. Just holding the tape at one end, that sort of thing. But you're not dressed for it, so maybe we'd better postpone it."
She looked Rick over for a couple of minutes. He was nicely built, a little short, but then she had heels on. He was quite handsome, with a wonderful smile, and nervous, but she wasn't going to postpone this! He had the sort of build she liked, not really muscular, but then not fat, in fact, just right.
"No no, that's okay, if you just need someone to hold the end of the tape. Come in." She could think of something she'd like to measure! This WAS going to be fun.
Rick had got the truck ready that morning, then old man Seidel said he wasn't feeling good, so Rick could do the measuring for the windows himself, he said, and if necessary the woman at the address could probably help by holding the tape. It should be an easy job though, he thought.
Rick had only been working about four months and had made an impression on the boss, but this was the first time he'd gone out alone. He still lived at home with his parents, but paid more than his share of expenses, so didn't feel like moving out and was saving a lot this way. He was a shy kid who'd had only a couple two girlfriends, he really liked girls only he was too shy to ask them out.
He had no real hobbies unless you count working out at the gym, hiking, mostly with buddies, bird watching, oh and, of course, masturbation. He loved watching girls or looking at magazines, then jerking off. He was always careful not to leave any evidence around for his mother to find, though. His mother thought he was such a good boy, but his father knew better, his only fear being that he would turn queer like his uncle Freddy.
He'd been expecting an older woman, and while this woman was more than ten years older than him, she was a knockout. Besides, she was hardly dressed, and he felt the warmth rising in his crotch. He brought his tools into the house, and followed her, and it seemed that he could almost see through the black thing she was wearing. In fact when she stood in the sunlight by the window he could see the outline of her body, and what she had on underneath that black thing.
He felt almost sick with excitement and was torn two ways: one, to just stand and watch her walking around the house, the other to find a place to jack-off. He wanted to do it while he watched her, or to go off somewhere, anywhere, take out his cock and rub it briskly, until it squirted and the sperm flew. No! No! He thought, first get the job done, then there'd be time for sport.
She was talking to him as he stood there in a daze.
".........and then let me know when you need help, or should I help you right away?"
"I'm sorry I didn't hear what you said." As he blushed.
"My, you seem to be miles away, probably thinking about your girlfriend. Shall I help
you right now? I've got nothing else on." This WAS going to be fun!
"Yes.....I mean no. I don't need help with the small windows, but when I get to the big
ones and the sliders I might have to call you."
"Would it bother you if I sat and watched?" Janet loved to watch a man at work.
"Oh God. " He thought, would it bother him. "No, I wouldn't mind if you watched." But
I could watch you all day, standing just where you are beside the window, where I
see what you've got on. Bra, stockings and a garter belt, or is it pantyhose?
"Good," She said, "Well I'll just sit over here and read, and you call me when you need me."
"Okay, then I'll get to work."
There were three small windows in the living room, then he got to the slider.
"If you have a step stool, maybe you could hold the tape at the top, and I'll take the reading at the bottom."
She went to get the step stool, set it by the sliding door, and he handed her the end of the tape measure. She stepped up on the stool with her feet on the lower and upper steps, and as she did her negligee fell away from the knee on the upper step. Rick stared at her beautiful leg, revealed all the way until the stocking top and the tab on the garter were showing. Then he went down on one knee to read the tape, his nose inches away from her knee.
He could smell her perfume, see her thigh. He felt dizzy.
"Okay, that's 87 inches -- I mean 78 inches. Wait, stay there, I'll have to remeasure."
Janet smiled as he went down again, so close to her knee, to her thigh, to........She mustn't think of it, not now.
"Right, 78 inches. Now if you'll hold the end of the measure just inside the bottom of the frame....."
"Like this?" As she went down on one knee and her negligee fell further open, and Rick saw the stocking top and garter.
Yes, oh yes, he thought, but said, "Yes that's fine, just hold it there while I check it out." And he gazed at her lovely thigh.
"Shall I stay just like this?" Janet asked as she smiled at him.
"That's perfect." This was driving him crazy and he loved every minute.
