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.