"Please, come in." Candice smiled, she opened the door wide stepping back to let the men into her house. "How long do you think this is going to take?" she asked politely.
"Maybe a few days, but it shouldn't really be more than two." One of them replied, smiling. She looked at his crisp, navy work shirt, it said 'Bud'. He was quite handsome, maybe in his late thirties. His hair was a little long, more so than she usually liked on a man, his face was scruffy, but he had bright green eyes that sparkled against his deeply tanned face. The two men sat their tools down and went back out for the rest of their equipment.
"Just let me know if you need anything," she called after them "I'll just be in the kitchen." Candice headed to her kitchen, she had a lot of work to do. Today she was baking cookies for a big client, 300 decorated cookies for a product launch party, she wasn't sure she could do it. It was probably time to expand and hire some help she thought.
Candice lost herself in her task. Periodically she'd hear noises in the other rooms and then she'd remember the two men there. She was having some of her rooms painted and some shelves put in her office, both things she was sure she could have done, if she had had the time. That was her biggest problem these days. She didn't have time for anything anymore, especially relationships. Candice had been divorced for over a year, time flies she thought to herself, in that time she hadn't really tired to meet anyone. She had been on dates, sure, but nothing serious at all. Her mind drifted to the two young workers, they were both quite handsome. One was definitely young enough to be her son. While Candice was in her early fifties, she looked and felt much younger. She had worked out and stayed active all her life to maintain her trim figure. Her breast showed some side effects of aging, but they had always been a little low, even when she was young, because of their large size. She looked at her broken reflection in the doors of her double ovens, not bad at all, she thought.
Candice continued her work, measuring and mixing, it was always relaxing to her. She had made these recipes so many times she barely needed to think about it. Her mind drifted again, she didn't know what it was but lately all she could think about was sex. Sure it had been a long time, and maybe it was because she had went unfulfilled in her marriage for so many years, she just found herself yearning for a male touch. She thought about Bud, his young, fit male body, her husband had never looked that good, even before he got old and pudgy. What would it be like to be touched by his hands, she thought, to feel his hardness against her? She sighed out loud, grinding her hips a bit against the counter, trying to get some relief. Her head rolled back as she ran one hand down between her legs and the other began fondling her breast. Just then the kitchen door opened startling her out of her fantasy.
Candice couldn't help blushing when she saw the young man entering her kitchen. How much had he seen, she wondered? His eyes were on her chest, she looked down and saw the flour handprint she had left on the top of her apron. She laughed, brushing it off and smoothing her hands over the front of her apron. "Did you need something, honey?" she asked sweetly, looking right at him, daring him almost. His work shirt said 'Matt', so handsome, he seemed to be in his twenties. His hair was much darker, he had glasses and some facial hair but it didn't hide his youth. He was tall, over six feet, and looked to have a wonderful body.
"We need to know, uh, what finish you want on the shelves." he stammered, looking her over with an appreciative male eye.
"I think painted, white, will be fine." she said smiling.
"Ok thanks." Matt walked out of the kitchen, smiling. Did he just see what he thought he saw? He wondered to himself, as he headed outside where Bud was working on the shelves.
Candice spent the rest of the day baking all the cookies for her client, and planned to decorate them the next day. She was exhausted, her muscles ached. Making that many cookies was hard work, mixing and rolling all the dough. What she needed was a nice, long, hot bath. She undressed as she ran the bathwater, smoothing her hands over her achy muscles. She put her long, brown hair up in a loose bun, watching herself in the mirror. She ran her hands over her breast, the nipples hardening slightly at the touch. Then she cupped them, massaging each one and pinching the nipples, making them super hard. She thought about Matt, the hunky handyman, so strong and handsome, young and virile. What it would be like to have his hands on me, in me, she thought. She continued massaging her breast with one hand while the other worked its way down between her legs. Her fingers tangled in her dark curls as she rubbed her mound. With one foot on the tub for better access she slid her fingers up and down her moist slit, getting wetter with each touch. With two fingers she rubbed her clit then down and pushed them as deep as she could into her wet pussy. She continued rubbing and fingering herself, her motions becoming faster and more frantic, the closer she got to coming. Her other hand squeezed hard on her nipples and breasts. As her body shook with an intense orgasm, she felt her pussy tighten around her fingers as she rubbed her clit with her thumb.