After graduating high school, I applied for work at a local moving company. I had competed in sports while in school, so I was still in really good shape, and I thought moving furniture all day would help me keep fit while I saved up money for college. The office manager, Lynnette, was about 35 years old. She was not exceptionally pretty, but not ugly either. She was typical for a woman of her age in the 1970's. Not skinny, but not fat either.
One Friday afternoon we returned to the offices and parked the truck, then entered the office to clock out. I noticed that one of the screws holding the back of Lynnettes chair was loose. I had screw driver that looked much like a key that I kept on my key ring, so I stepped over and began to tighten the loose screw.
Lynnette turned around to watch what I was doing and commented "It looks like you are pretty good at screwing".
I was a very naieve 19 year old kid. My family was quite religous, and my experience with the opposite sex was limited, to say the least. Yes, I was a virgin, both in what I knew about sex as well as what I had done in that regard. The double entendre flew right over my head.
My only reply was, "righty tighty, lefty loosy. There is nothing to it."
"Oh trust me, not everyone can do it well" she replied. "I have a few things around my house that could use a handy man's attention. Would you be interested in taking a look to see if you can fix them?"
"I would be happy to help." I had learned that helping people with home repairs gave me a feeling of self worth, so I typically pitched in whenever I found someone in need.
"Thanks. One of the items is my kitchen garbage disposer, so it would be nice to get it fixed soon. Would it be convenient this evening, or should we arrange another time?
"I have nothing planned for this evening. Do you want me to just follow you home when you get off work?"
"That is a good idea. After you are done with the disposer, I can get you something to eat."
"You don't need to go to any trouble on my account."
"It will be my pleasure. You help me, and I will help you. I should be ready to leave in about ten minutes."
I waited around outside watching guys park trucks and move equipment, so it seemed like just a minute or two went by before Lynnette came through the office door. She had a little hop in her step as she descended from one step to the other, and I watched as her breasts bounced as she made each landing. My penis came to life as she hit the last step and she began to walk toward me.
"Let's get on the road." she said with a smile.
" I will be right behind you."
After about twenty minutes of following her car and worrying that she would get through a traffic light just as it turned red, we arrived at her house. I parked on the street in front of the house and got out of my car. She parked in her driveway, got out of the car, then turned and bent over as she reached back in to get her purse. I noticed the curve of her hips behind the loose material of her skirt, but it was only a moment before she was upright again and proceeding toward the door of the house.
We entered the living room and passed through to the kitchen. "There is coke or beer in the refrigerator. Help yourself while I get changed." She said with a smile.
I opened a can and took a drink, then went to the sink and flipped the switch to turn on the disposer. Nothing. I found a butter knife to use as a long finger with which to push on the disposer impeller. With a little exertion it moved and I felt the offending debris give way. I opened the cabinet doors below the sink and pressed the button to reset the disposer circuit breaker. I flipped the switch on again and heard the familiar hum of the motor.
Just at that moment Lynnette re-entered the room. "You fixed it already!" She screamed.
I turned around and watched her walking toward me. She was wearing a very light bathrobe but no shoes or slippers. When she reached me she threw her arms around me and hugged me. I felt the warmth of her breasts pressing against me as she thanked me over and over.
"It was pretty easy. It was just clogged with some fairly hard material of some sort."
"I am so relieved. Thank you so much. I see you got a drink. Are you hungry?"
"I am not hungry, so much as tired. We moved a lot of heavy stuff today. I am kind of hammered."
"Well how about we take a nap for a while, then worry about dinner?"
"That actually sounds pretty good. Just point me to the guest room."
"I live alone in this small house, so there is no guest room. Only one bed. It is a queen size so I am sure we can both easily fit on it."