It was just another day for Tracy. The kids had left for school, and all the day held for her now was housework and perhaps a trip to the store. Some days she wondered why she bothered getting out of bed. Ever since her divorce eight months earlier, her husband preferring a younger, blonder woman from his office to his own family, she had been doing the best she could to take one day at a time.
With a sigh, she opened the washing machine and filled it with dirty laundry. It never failed to amaze her just how much laundry three children could create. Leaving the machine to fill, she retreated to the kitchen and made herself her second cup of coffee for the day while she browsed over the ever-increasing pile of bills on the bench. Lost in thought, she was quickly brought back to reality when there was a loud banging noise coming from the laundry. She almost spilled her coffee, setting it down and running to see what could have cause such a racket.
At the door of the laundry she came to an abrupt halt, staring unbelievingly at what lay before her. For some reason, the machine had not stopped filling when it should have and overflowed onto the floor, flooding the room and shorting out the machine. For Tracy, this was just the latest thing to go wrong in a string of steadily mounting problems. Looking at the flooded floor, the pile of thoroughly saturated laundry, and her now broken washing machine, Tracy was on the verge of tears. Taking a deep breath, she headed back into the kitchen and picked up the phone.
Calling a local handyman, she was disappointed when his phone was picked up by his answering machine. Leaving a message, she headed back to the laundry. She could hardly expect anyone to look at her machine in all that mess. On her hands and knees, she mopped up the water, squeezing it into a bucket, and mopping up more. No sooner had she finished when there was a knock at the front door.
"Mrs. Parks, I'm Trevor Griffin from Fix-it-quick, you left a message that you needed your washing machine looked at?" Trevor was a nice looking guy, not model material, but handsome in his own way. At twenty-eight, he was the most eligible bachelor in his sports club, but had never found a woman who could hold his interest for long. He had never been one to be interested in the flippant young women who seemed to be a part of his social scene. He was well built, tall and dark. His face was set in what seemed to be a permanent smile, and his eyes sparked as he spoke. Shaking her head, Tracy tried to get her mind back to the reason he was here, the washer. She was a little disturbed by the fact that he stirred her interest, no man had done that since her husband left, and it wasn't something she was comfortable with at all.
"It was nice of you to come so fast Trevor. I'm not sure what happened to it, but I need it fixed as quickly as possible." She led the way through the house and out to the laundry, pointing to the machine and letting go of another heavy sigh. Setting down his tools, he unplugged the machine from the wall, he pulled it into the center of the room, then turned it around to make the back more accessible. Tracy leaned against the doorframe and watched, more for something different to do than having any real interest in the repairs. Trevor looked up at her and gave her a friendly smile before picking up a screwdriver and setting to work removing the back of the machine. He chatted about all kinds of things, making small talk seem interesting, and Tracy began to feel a lot more comfortable with him being there.
Noticing the time, Tracy offered him a cup of coffee and some cake, both of which he accepted quite happily. Sitting on the floor of the laundry, eating her home made chocolate cake like it was the best thing he had ever tasted, he looked like a big kid and she could not help but smile at him.
"You have a lovely smile Mrs. Parks, you should smile more often." The way he said it was more a matter of fact than a compliment, but it made Tracy blush none the less. "Please, just call me Tracy. I have not been Mrs. Parks for quite some time." She felt a little odd saying that. After ten years of marriage it was hard to get used to the fact she was no longer anyone's wife.
Trevor raised an eyebrow, his interest in her growing steadily as he learned more about her. "Well Tracy, you really should smile more. I'm serious. You could brighten up a whole house with that smile." He was a little surprised at how much she blushed at his compliments, and it encouraged him all the more. The women he was used to seeing more or less demanded compliments, and certainly never blushed, often making him feel like he was the weaker of the two sexes, and making it impossible for him to be romantic. Seeing Tracy blush like that was the most romantic thing he had seen in a long time, and it became increasingly obvious that this woman, was a lady.
Tracy bit her bottom lip shyly. Compliments from strange men were not something she was good at receiving, quickly making an excuse that she had something to do in the kitchen and ducking away. She could almost see Trevor smirking as she made her escape, covering her mouth with her hand to suppress a giggle. She felt like a schoolgirl, silly and shy, but it felt nice to have a man's attention again. Having given him the last of the chocolate cake, she set about making another, hoping he would still be there to have another piece when it was done. As she put the cake in the oven and set the timer, she heard him call out for her to come and see something.
Kneeling down beside him, she peered into the back of the machine and looked to where he was pointing. The problem was simple enough, and easy to fix, but he wanted her to see how it was done incase it happened again, and she could fix it herself without the expense of a repairman. She appreciated that he would go to so much trouble for her, not many would, and as she turned her head to thank him for his kindness, their eyes locked, their faces no more than a breath apart. His lips touched hers for just a moment before she pulled back and stuttered something about the cake in the oven needing checking and bolting from the room.
Trevor followed her out to the kitchen, thinking to apologize if he upset her in some way, but seeing her leaning against the kitchen sick, looking out of the window, her shapely ass pushed out just a little, it gave him ideas other than saying he was sorry. Stepping quietly up behind her, he pressed himself against her ass, his hands circling her waist and his lips finding the side of her neck, kissing it softly.
