Finally! The last of the workmen were gone. Racing up the stairs to slip into her skimpiest thong bikini, Sherry decided there really was nothing like a refreshing dip in the pool to work off the tension of a woman nearly frustrated out of her mind from lusting over all the hot young things who'd been working on renovating her house from almost the crack of dawn till late afternoon.
Talk about a test of endurance.
Never in her life had she ever seen as many flexing muscles or so many firm, toned bodies, especially all in one place -- that place being her very own kitchen. Good god, what a feast for the senses. They'd even smelled like real men should smell, too, so incredibly musky and arousing. Geesh, she'd be giving her vibrator one hell of a work out tonight, that was one thing she knew for sure. And Old Faithful had better be fully charged, or she'd be pretty disappointed when she finally got to bed.
After slipping on the two scraps of tangerine orange Lycra that constituted her bathing suit, taking a critical look at herself in her full-length mirror, Sherry nodded her head, deciding that she'd held up pretty well for a woman who'd just hit her fifties. Cupping her girls in her palms, they still looked pretty perky, and turning to the side for a peek at her backside, she thought it had held up pretty well, too -- toned, lightly tanned and firm -- it didn't look too bad for a half-century old tushy. Seemed those rigorous workouts she'd been faithfully putting herself through every morning, and eating as clean and healthy as she could, had actually had paid off -- and thankfully, her body showed it.
Tossing her head, and ruffling her hands through her hair, although she'd begun to add a few highlights to hide the few strands of grey she'd noticed, her shoulder length hair still had the bounce and shine of a woman in her twenties. And all the years she'd spent keeping herself well-moisturized, and avoiding the punishing rays of the midday sun, appeared to have paid off, too. Leaning in and examining her face a little more closely in the mirror, except for a few laugh lines, she was still pretty much wrinkle-free. Everyone always told her she could easily pass for a woman under forty, and whether it was true or not, she didn't think she looked too bad, at least for someone who'd lived as many years as she had.
So, eagerly bouncing back down the stairs, clutching a bottle of sunscreen, ready to dive into the deep end and do a few laps, she let out a groan when the doorbell chimed.
Oh great, probably one of them forgot something.
But when she opened the door, forgetting for the moment, that she was just in a thong bikini, she smiled into the eyes of one very handsome dark-haired young man whose gaze was now openly raking her over, asking him, "Can I help you?"
Rico nodded his head, temporarily mesmerized; unable to tear his eyes off the knock out body that had greeted him at the door. "Uh, yeah, I uh..." Finally he shook his head and lifted his gaze to see the amusement in the lady of the house's twinkling green eyes. "Sorry, I was supposed to be here this morning, but I got tied up."
Sherry flashed a decidedly naughty grin, picturing the gorgeous young stud naked and tied to her bed -- and of course fully erect. Being a successful romance writer it was the first place her mind went whenever anyone said something as provocative as that. You had to have a dirty mind for her line of work, which of course she had. "Well, I guess you'd better come in then."
Preceding him back through the house, Sherry half wondered if she should have slipped on a robe, suddenly very aware that her ass cheeks were pretty much on full display with just the thin line of bright orange fabric bisecting her toned little bottom. And when she heard him painfully groan, as he followed right behind her, just for fun she playfully wiggled her hips and sashayed her ass the rest of the way into the kitchen. Finally turning and asking him, "So, what are you here for, exactly?"
Swallowing hard, trying to remember how to speak, after a show like that, Rico murmured, "I'm supposed to take a look at your, uh..." Fuck, what was he supposed to take a look at? With that sweet little ass of hers practically hypnotising him, how the hell was he supposed to remember his damn name, never mind what he was here for. Then he snapped his fingers when it came to him. "Oh, I'm here to check out your lighting."
Grinning, Sherry glanced down at the fullness of her breasts barely contained in the tiny triangles of fabric, half wondering if he meant her headlights. "Which lighting?" she asked, daring to take a step closer, till she could detect the darkness of his warm brown eyes, wondering if he was aroused. But when she dropped her gaze, and noticed the unmistakable outline of a pretty substantial erection in his snug fitting jeans, she knew she had her answer. And good lord was he ever hard -- and big.
Seems the electrician had been enjoying the little show she'd put on.
Trying his best not to swallow his tongue, finally remembering her question, Rico answered, "Uh, the under valance lighting, I think."
"Oh, right." With a nod of her head, Sherry sauntered her cute little ass over to the counter and bent low to look up at the area in question -- a narrow gap a few inches under the bottom of the dark cherry wood kitchen cabinets. Rico actually groaned even louder as his eyes went wide, mesmerized all over again by that gorgeous booty. Holy fuck. This lady had to have the most fantastic ass he'd ever seen -- and no matter her age -- probably the best body ever. And there was no way his cock would ever go down now, with her bent over like that, practically begging him to come up behind her and fill her up.
