Donna's tits were mesmerizing, at least to me. Big and soft, I imagined they had to be perfect. I thought I would never know, but all that changed with a simple favor.
I was in my mid twenties when I had started working at a local machine shop. There were about twenty of us in the shop and around six people in the office.
Donna was at least twenty years my senior and worked in the office. She was the one person in the office who I saw regularly, as she used to come to the picnic table outside where people smoked during break time. I didn't smoke, but I generally stepped outside to get some fresh air and feel the sun when it was out. At least that's how it started, but after a while I mostly went out to watch Donna.
I had been working there for a couple of years and had shared only a few words with her. As she would walk back into the building she would say hi, and sometimes ask me how I was doing or how my weekend had been. I made as much small talk as I could muster, but I was never very smooth. I wanted to say more and to find a way to get to know her better, but I never managed more than a few words in response to whatever had been asked of me.
I hadn't necessarily been attracted to mature women, but she had a striking beauty that was only matched by her sexy body. Besides her gorgeous tits she had a nice round ass, curvy in all the right places. Her soft brown hair framed her beautiful face and dark eyes perfectly. And she had a smile that made me happy every time I saw it.
She seemed friendly towards me, but she seemed friendly to everyone. I had no reason to believe her greetings to me were anything other than that; a nice person being friendly.
One day she stopped next to me while she was walking inside. She looked straight ahead past me and seemed to be gathering her thoughts. Finally she looked down at me and asked me a question.
"Do you know anything about swimming pools?"
"Not especially, but what's up?" I replied.
She explained to me that she needed some work done on her pool and that her pool man had quoted a large price to get it fixed. She had heard that I had helped someone at work with a plumbing problem they were having, and wondered if I could help her. She told me she loved swimming and that not having use of her pool was making her more than a little sad.
I said I could try, and asked her when she wanted me to stop by. She said I couldn't get there soon enough, and practically begged me to come over after work.
I agreed, and the rest of the day I let my imagination run wild. I fantasized that she would throw herself at me and that she would ravish me like I had never felt before.
When it was time to leave I followed her home. Her house was in a nice neighborhood and was nicely decorated. She lead me through the house and to the back yard and explained to me the problems.
It seemed the filter was not working properly and was leaking. The pump seemed to be making some noise and that had her worried. I checked the filter and found some cracks in the housing, and decided that that was a good place to start.
She drove me to the local pool supply house and we bought some parts we needed. The manager there also told me some things to check on the pump and gave me advice on how to quiet it down.
When we returned I went out back by myself and went to work. Donna stayed inside, and I worked through the problems fairly easily. I had gotten everything back together in just about an hour. About the time I was gathering my tools up Donna appeared and asked my how it was going. I told her to turn everything on and we would see.
When she had everything going she listened for a few seconds, then started to smile. She looked at me and said "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She was thrilled and it was obvious.
