Anne looked at Steve the tradesman that she had engaged to do the jobs around the house that she could not herself. Anne studied Steve's his strong arms and back as he was hanging a blind. Her eyes followed his back down to his cute butt and just as her mind wandered into sex he turned to catch Anne staring at him.
"Anne can you pass me the screwdriver?" asked Steve.
Anne passed Steve the screwdriver, her touch lingered on Steve's hand.
Steve finished fixing the blind and stepped off the ladder to admire his handy work.
"What's next Anne," inquired Steve.
Anne stood in front of Steve and looked at his jeans and couldn't help notice the bulge in his pants.
"Maybe a cup of tea?" she replied with a smile.
Anne was about twenty years older than Steve. She had been without a man since her husband died many years ago.
In the kitchen she made them both a tea and they sat at the table and chatted about life in general.
Anne noticed that Steve had a small tear on the seam of his shirt. She reached over and pulled it apart. "I could fix that for you if you like," Anne left her hand on Steve's chest.
Steve looked at Anne's hand, "that would be great, it's one of favourite shirts."
"Take it off then" instructed Anne.
"Now?" questioned Steve
"Yep, stand up," Steve stood up and then Anne lifted his shirt off.
She looked at him, he had a great physique. Strong arms and six pack.
"Do you work out?" asked Anne admiringly.
"Sometimes, work keeps me fit," replied Steve.
Anne disappeared into her sewing room and then reappeared five minutes later with his shirt.
Steve reached for his shirt but Anne kept it away from him.
"I like you with your shirt off," Said Anne.
Steve liked the attention and had always liked the idea of being watched.
Anne sensed that he was enjoying her attention as she got him to walk around with his shirt off.
"Maybe, I'll get you do all your jobs with your shirt off?" Anne joked.
"Maybe, you should take off jeans off too?" Anne smiled.
Steve looked at Anne and then he slipped off his boots and then undid his jeans.
"Take your time," Anne instructed.
Steve did take his time undoing his belt, unzipping his jeans and then lowering and stepping out of his jeans.
Anne told him to turn around and watched as he modelled for her.
"Looks like you enjoy showing off your body?" Anne said as she noticed his manhood was swelling.
Steve just smiled, "Okay what jobs do you have for me?"
Anne led Steve into the lounge and showed him the broken door on her drinks cabinet. To fix the drooping door Steve needed to lie on his back and unscrew the hinge from underneath the cabinet. Steve lying on the floor gave Anne a good look at his six pack and she couldn't help looking at the outline of impressive cock in his underwear.
It was only a small job and took Steve a minutes to replace the old screws with something larger.
"There it just needed a larger screw," beamed Steve moving the door backwards and forward.
Anne then took Steve to garden. In the garden she showed him the broken sprinklers. Steve set to work to fixing the broken pieces and putting a new head on one of the sprinklers. While he was testing it he got quite wet. Anne looked at his wet underwear that were now wet and transparent.