The rain shower had stopped and the weather was brightening. I was sat outside the pub waiting for a ploughman's and a pint.
"Here's your lunch Bob." Big buxom Tracy the barmaid shouted out the door, "I'll bring it out to you." She handed me the plate and stood beside me. "Have you seen Lynn Blackstone? She asked about you this morning."
"Thanks, Tracy. Not seen Lynn. What's she want, any idea?" I was intrigued. Lynn, I called her sexy Lynn for obvious reasons, had been a girlfriend years ago. The thought of her gave me a good feeling. That lovely warm body held in my arms all that time ago. Yes I remembered that with pleasure.
"She didn't say what she wanted but she'll back from the school soon. She does dinners for the kids now."
The sun came out fully and all signs of the rain disappeared. I looked up the road and saw Lynn bouncing towards me. The day was definitely brightening up. She made me smile; she really ought to do something about that bra.
"Hi, Bob." Lynn dropped down on the seat opposite me. "How're you doing?"
"Improving, thanks Lynn," I answered. I had been off work for a week or so after falling off step ladder. I had been a bit silly one day on a building site. We looked into each others' eyes and an unspoken exchange passed between us. 'No, we're not going to do that,' was her message back to me. "How's Andy. Still an arse?"
"Bob, that's not fair, but yes. That's not what I want to talk about though. It's my Mum."
Andy was still her husband and still an arse.
"Yes Lynn. Sorry about your Dad, I heard he'd died. How can I help?"
"Well it's like this," she gave me her sexy look and paused, "Since Dad died Mum has been a bit lost in herself. She needs some help with the house and garden. She needs to be busy and won't do anything on her own."
"That's OK. I can understand that." I replied, "What does she need doing."
"Bob," Lynn moved closer and looked around. She spoke in a subdued voice. "Bob, well, it's not just the house and garden that needs attention." Another pause. "It's her as well. Do you think you can help her out?"
Lynn's mother needs attention. She needs helping out. What did Lynn mean? I knew her Mum was nearly 20 years older than me. She must be in her mid 50's. How am I expected to help her out?
"Just how does she need helping out, Lynn?" I asked.
"Show her some attention. Be a friend. You know Bob. A good friend, a close friend. You get my meaning." This was a plea from Lynn.
Of course, I had met her Mum lots of times. Her name was Alexandra. Lexi to her friends. As I remembered she was similar to Lynn when she was younger. That's sexy Lynn Blackstone of course. Mum used to be sexy Lexi Loxley. Was she still?
"What needs doing in the house and garden, Lynn?" I was considering the job.
"Oh thanks Bob. I just knew you'd help. The trees need trimming. The lawn needs regular mowing. The woodwork on the house needs a coat of paint. You know the usual things." Lynn assumed I had already agreed to the project. "And she needs a bit of male comfort."
Lynn gave me a sideways glance. 'Male comfort', I thought, that could mean anything.
"Right, Lynn. My job has been finished on the site I was working on and I've not got another start yet. I'll do it for a few weeks and see how I get on. You'd better take me round to Mum and tell her what we've agreed."
"I guessed you'd go with it, Bob. She'll be expecting you. Ring her and say what time you'll turn up. You'll have to take any gear you think you'll need and any protective stuff, of course."
Lynn got her mobile out. "Hello Mum, it's me. Bob Miller will be round as soon as he can. He's off work and a bit stiff." She listened to her mother talking. "No mother, behave. It's his shoulder that's stiff," Lynn laughed and looked at me. "Yes I suppose you can give him a massage as payment. He'll like that."
She faced me again. "That's it settled. Go round when you can. Mum's got something in mind for you. You won't be worked too hard at first." She finished with that sexy laugh again.
Next morning I rose early and phoned Lexi to confirm I'd be calling. "Have all your equipment ready. You'll be working hard," She said, "and I'll give you something for lunch. No need to eat elsewhere."
Lexi was a pretty woman in her mid 50's. Time had been kind to her. She had had Lynn at 20 and had looked after herself well in the intervening years. Her body was still trim, well certainly not overweight, and she had nicely rounded breasts that complemented a neat pear shaped bum. She had those characterising lines around her eyes and lips that curved into a contour that just begged to be kissed. Wearing shorts, I could see her legs were similar to those of a younger woman. In brief she was a jewel. However there was also a hint of sadness in her eyes and the quiet voice that betrayed her recent tragedy. When she saw me she brightened up like a morning flower opening to the first rays of the sun. She must have smiled for the first time in days at that moment.
As Lynn had said there was work to be done in the garden. The sun was bright, the damp grass was drying and it promised to be a warm day. I set to work cutting the branches back on the shrubs and got the mower out for the lawns. Lexi wore a sleeveless shirt and short shorts and very nice she looked too. She smiled happily as she worked beside me picking up the offcuts and raking the mowings together. By midday we were both tiring and ready for a break. I threw off my helmet and goggles and loosened my work boots, which she pulled off for me. Lexi brought out a tray of sandwiches and a pot of tea and we sat together on the bench at the garden table to eat. She slid close to me so that she could reach the food and occasionally our bodies bumped together as we stretch for food and cups.
Her boobs rubbed across my arm. "Oh, sorry, did I knock your hand." She apologised, and then did it again.