As I was selecting a new brake light bulb, I was approached by a woman wanting help selecting the same for her BMW. She showed me a fix-it ticket from the local cops, it required repair by the next day or a fine. She was about 50 years old, 5'5", medium build, short dark hair and big brown eyes. She wore a sleeveless cotton shirt with the top 3 buttons undone, displaying a good bit of cleavge. Below she had jeans and strappy heals. I saw no rings on her fingers. She introduced herself as Susan, and I Roger
After helping her select the correct bulb for the year and model we paid and started out to the lot. She asked me to help replace the burnt out bulb. Upon checking inside the trunk I found tools were necessary for hers, as they were for mine. She asked that I follow her to her home to help her make the replacement. She lived just a few blocks away. Being 35 and recently divorced, I no reason not to be helpful to a lady in need, so I followed her.
As we arrived she used the button to open the center of the three garage doors. She pulled in and I parked behind her. After I walked in she closed the door and turned on several light in the ceiling. I noticed a good selection of tools on pegboard on the rear wall. There were no other cars in the massive garage, but there were several pieces of furniture, including a dining set.
I went to the wall where I selected the tools need to the job. She said she would bring me a cool drink and went into the house.
While my head was inside the trunk of her car, I heard her come back. I needed another tool so I straightened up and turned to her. She had brought a tall glass of ice-water, but she had also changed. Now she was wearing a bikini like I had only scene on-line. The material was sheer black. The triangle top covered a little more than her nipples. The bottom was a g-string about 2" wide in front, and only a string between her cheeks. She also wore black sling heels, a black beaded choker necklace, matching black earrings, about 2 " long, and an ankle bracelet of the same design.
Although the clothing she had worn earlier was attractive, this outfit let me really check her out. Susan had taken very good care of herself. Muscles were rippling under her skin. Her breasts were quite firm with small dark, hard nipples. She had removed all her pubic hair. She said that when I finished we should swim in her pool, and offered me the drink. I took a good amount to cool me down in more ways than one.
I rushed through the bulb replacement as Susan watched and occasionally leaned against me. When I had replaced the tools and cleaned my hands she led me inside. I asked her about swim trunks and she said swimwear was not allow in their pool. I followed her through the house and out back to a large pool. There were fountains and a tanning pad. One could lay on the pad and be about 2" in the water to stay cool. Susan turned to me, placing my fingers on the strings of her top behind her back, I pulled the strings. She then led my fingers to the knot behind her back, again I pulled. Her top, what little there was, fell to the deck. I needed no guidance to move to the strings at her hips. The bottom dropped to the deck.
Susan stepped to me, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and quickly pulling it over my head. She unfastened my shorts, quickly pulling them and my boxers to my feet. I stepped out of my pants and sandals. Now she looked me over, as I had done her in the garage. She evaluated my short brown hair, clean shaven face, body, with little hair, toned by regular workouts, and a shaved package. I was 36, about 5'10", 165 pounds. Susan said, "I chose the right man to fix my problems."