I hadn't been able to think of much else since I'd watched my neighbour Jane with two old guys the previous week.
I'd taken the dog out most days to the same wood, but unfortunately they hadn't been there.
After a couple of weeks I put it down to a one off and buried myself in work.
It must have been a Tuesday about 3 weeks later when the doorbell rang just before lunch.
When I answered the door there was a courier driver.
"I've a small parcel for the house three doors up the road, but there's nobody in, could I leave it with you? If I can I'll put a card through their door telling then it's here," he said.
I noticed that he had a small box in his hand and agreed, I took the parcel and left it by the door and went back to work. I was incredibly busy and didn't realise the time when the doorbell rang again, I looked up and saw it was almost 4pm as I walked to the door.
When I opened the door, Jane was standing there!
"I think you have a parcel for me?" she said as she waived a small card.
She looked as sexy as hell, she was wearing a white blouse and dark tight skirt, dark heels and either stockings or tights, I assumed that she'd just got back from work. Although we'd lived on the same road for at least three years, this was the first time that we'd ever spoken.
I gave her the parcel and said, "no problem, anytime."
I was just about to close the door when Jane spoke
"Could I ask a favour, my husband is away, and I've bought two kitchen stools from Ikea, I'm stuck assembling them, do you think you could help me?"
I didn't need asking twice. I'd watched her fuck two old blokes in a wood, none of which was her husband. Whether she'd seen or recognised me wanking as I watched am not sure, she hadn't indicated anything at all in her manner.
I said, "yes and would come around in about 20 minutes if that was ok?"
She readily agreed and thanked me saying "see you soon."
By the time I'd shut the door I had a semi on! I got my thoughts together and decided to see how things panned out. I didn't want to make a move and then be accused of molesting her, after all, I'm 62, she's half my age, who would believe me!
Twenty minutes later I was ringing her door bell.
Jane opened the door with a big smile and invited me in.
She led me toward the kitchen, as she was walking in front of me I got a good look at her arse. The skirt was tight which showed off her peachy bum, it also revealed the straps of her suspenders, my cock started to twitch.
We entered the kitchen and the bits of the two stools were on the floor, there was a also bottle of Prosecco open on the kitchen counter.
Jane offered me a drink as she refilled a half empty glass, I declined.
She said, "there's beer in the fridge if I wanted one."
I said "I'd have a beer when I finished, I explained that I thought IKEA stuff was a pain in the arse as well."
Jane laughed, and we continued chatting. Jane was really having a go at the Prosecco as she explained that her husband was away on business till Friday.
I was on my hands and knees struggling with so called easy assembly of a kitchen stool which was anything but easy!
Jane was drinking and talking, fuck she looked like sex on legs, she was leaning back against the kitchen counter with her feet apart. Her skirt was stretched tight across her hips, she was as fit as fuck.
I tried to concentrate on the stool as opposed to drooling over the latent slut in front of me.
The atmosphere was interrupted as Jane's phone rang.
"Hi darling" she said, then looking at me she put her hand over the mouthpiece and said "hubby" and walked out of the kitchen into the lounge.
It took me about another 10 minutes to finish the stools and then I got a beer from the fridge.
Jane hadn't come back into the kitchen, so I assumed that she was still on the phone with her husband.
I finished the beer and walked into the lounge to say bye.
As I approached the open door I could hear Jane on the phone. I put my head round the door and got hell of a shock!
Jane was sitting in a leather armchair, but it was the way she was sitting that shocked me.
She had one leg over the arm of the chair, her skirt was pulled right up above her stocking-tops.
My jaw must have dropped at the sight!
I moved to leave but Jane but her hand over the mouth piece and said "it's ok" and I entered the room,
Her husband must have noticed the pause, as when she went back to talking to him she said, "it was that old bloke David who had assembled the kitchen stools just leaving."
She said that looking directly at me.
Her knickers were on show, small white ones which appeared tight over her fanny.
