The time I spent with Penny, Mary and Jayne really opened my eyes. I hadn't realized how powerfully sexual a more mature woman could be. I was thirty, so not exactly a spring chicken, but for the last decade or so I had always dated younger women. Penny and Mary were probably twelve years older than me, and Jayne was a few years beyond that. I was starting to look differently at my older women customers, often seeing a twinkle in their eye as they looked me over, and I found myself flirting with them quite often. The vast majority of any handyman's customers are older women, so there was lots of opportunity to flirt. I was very careful to not overdo it, but it did occasionally blossom into something wonderful.
I got a call from a woman who wanted me to install a new shower in her bathroom. It was a big house in an expensive part of town. When I drove into the large circular driveway she greeted me on the front steps.
She was a strikingly beautiful olive skinned woman, of Italian descent. She had a very short 'pixie' haircut, jet black with salt and pepper flecks of grey. It was obviously an expensive haircut, and it looked wonderful on her, setting off lovely dark eyes that were made up with that slightly cat-like look Sofia Loren used to have. She was petite, and very curvaceous, and looked like a cross between Sofia Loren and Elizabeth Taylor when they were in their prime. She had on a casual summer dress, unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of cleavage, a dark green apron with white flour stains on it, and simple white sandals. As I approached I could smell the aroma of fresh baked bread wafting out the open door.
"Hi Steve, it's so nice to meet you. I'm Christine," she said with a smile.
We exchanged pleasantries as she walked me in, she removed her apron, and then she led me up the large staircase, her thin summer dress swishing across her lovely ass as we ascended. She brought me through the master bedroom into a large private bathroom, and told me about the shower that she wanted, one with lots of nozzles in the walls and ceiling, so water came at you from all directions.
It was a pretty big project and took me a full week. Christine was a delightful customer, and she fed me a fantastic lunch every day, wonderful food, cooked with skill. During our lunches she told me about her life.
She married young, her husband made it big in the software business, and these days she didn't see him much. Sounded like he was a real workaholic. It seemed a shame to me, as she was so lovely and seemed lonely in that big house all by herself. I couldn't imagine a sane man wanting to spend much time away from Christine.
Despite her obvious loneliness, I never really flirted with her. It didn't seem appropriate for some reason, and I never like to push that kind of thing anyway. I was certainly tempted though, especially one particular morning. As I passed through the bedroom I saw a lacy red bra and panties on the bed, and a little black cocktail dress draped over a chair. They were gone when I walked back through an hour later.
On the last day of the job there were a lot of final adjustments to make. Christine was much shorter than me, very petite, and I needed her to help with setting up the spray pattern of all the water nozzles so they would suit her. I called her in to have a look.
"So," I said, "ideally you'd be in there and adjust them yourself, with the water on. You'll need this wrench, I can show you what to do, and I'll leave you the instruction book. It's really not that hard."
She looked like she wasn't very happy with that idea. I thought for a moment and said, "I suppose, if you have a swim suit I could make the adjustments for you right now. Either way would work, it's up to you."
She thought for a quick moment and nodded. "Okay . . . I guess . . . yes . . . give me a minute," she said hesitantly, and then she turned and walked out.
