This is my first effort here so please let me know your thoughts.
All participants are over 18 years of age.
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I didn't realise it was Jacquie until I excused myself for jostling her in the crowded exit to the cinema. I'd been to see a film with mates and on the way out a bunch of kids were milling around our feet at the doorway, so I had to take evasive action to prevent any kiddy injuries.
"Ooops! Sorry luv. I hope I didn't hurt you just then." I said to the poor harassed woman trying in vain to control the kids in her care.
She was about 5 feet six or so tall and had a tousled, collar length blonde mop that I love on ladies. And if any woman is worried that bed hair is not sexy, rest assured that it is sexier than any other style known to man.
"I'm fine, ya big lump!" she replied. "Why don't you try your rugby tackles somewhere else instead in a bloody doorway?"
Initially, I was taken aback, until the voice gave her away. It was Jacquie, a nurse at the hospital who was looking after my mum after a fall and some minor injuries. A cheeky one, this one, with a wicked sense of humour and a real impish grin.
"Get out of the way then. I think I nearly broke a nail, ya hooligan," I replied. "You're like a thorn in my side. If you're not administering cold water enemas to innocent people, you're getting in the way of God fearing citizens going about their own business!" In the next breath, I asked "So, you've got the day off?"
She stepped around the corner out of the throng and called to the kids to stay together and wait at the snack bar. She explained that she had her grandson and his friends for the day. Just to take the load off her daughter for a while.
I looked at her as she spoke and thought that she must've had her daughter pretty young. I then realised that I'm over 50 and about her age. Where did the years go? She had just a bit of make-up around her eyes and she gave me a look of amused dismay as she described what she'd got herself into. Five pre-teen boys on a Saturday afternoon. Yeah, great.
We chatted for a minute and then I excused myself to head off with my friends. Before I left I complimented her on her hair.
"What? Like this?" She exclaimed.
"I love it." I said with a wink. "See you at the hospital if you're on shift." I said and waved her goodbye.
One of my mates said "A bit of that'd be nice." I couldn't help but agree.
Next day saw me in at the hospital again to visit Mum, and I saw Jackie as she was coming down the corridor, bag and cardigan in hand. "Don't you ever bloody do any work?" I called to her as we simultaneously approached the coffee bar.
She smiled and said "Get me a coffee, you noisy bugger. I'm exhausted." And then, "Hey, your mum's going well. She'll be out soon."
"So what am I going to do for entertainment now?" I asked, heading toward the cafeteria counter. "I'll have no playmates."
"Then you can just play with yourself," she said, with that wicked grin.
I did a bit of a theatrical double take and said "How rude!" and continued to the counter with a grin.
When I got back with the coffee, I noticed her blouse was gaping with a button undone and a clear view of her bra and a bit of cleavage. "That's nice" I said, grinning and nodded at the view.
"Oh shit!" she said and pulled her blouse together. Then she grinned and said, "God knows how many dirty old men got their jollies from that today."
"I can tell you this one did." I muttered as I stirred my coffee.
"Watch it, mister." Jacquie said with a mock scowl. Her eyes sparkled and her pixie smile had me thinking I'd better be careful that I don't have to adjust my pants. I also noticed she made no attempt to refasten the button.
We chatted about mum and the movie and a couple of times she turned in her chair to look up the corridor behind her and I got a few wonderful looks at her boobs and bra. The bra was nothing fancy but her boobs were just lovely. Probably a C cup or thereabout, with a smattering of freckles that just begged to be licked. Luckily I managed to drag my eyes away just before she returned her gaze to me but I had this feeling the smile was a little cheekier than before. I also noticed she was getting a bit of colour on her cheeks and she was playing with her hair as she spoke. A good sign.
We chatted a while longer and parted ways. As I was in visiting Mum, the old girl said "That nurse Jacquie is a bit of a stirrer. She asked me how I managed to put up with you."
"I hope you came to my defence, Mum." I said.
"Nope." She said. "You're big enough to do that. I think you might have a bit of an admirer there."
I said, "Well, she's only human. What do you expect?"
The old girl chuckled. She was getting better after her fall but still had a bit of swelling the doctors didn't like. So she was in for a few more days. Maybe a good thing for me. I left an hour later and dropped by the local supermarket to grab some bread and milk when, lo and behold, there was Jacquie. Wearing jeans and a loose t-shirt sort of thing, she was wandering the aisles in the deli area when I walked up behind her, after admiring her lovely arse in those jeans.
"Looking for another victim?" I asked.
Stopping, she gave a huge theatrical sigh and turned to me and said "Are you following me?" and smiled.
"I'm not following you. I'm stalking you," I said with a grin and dodged a pretend swipe. We discussed mum and the daily grind we all have to go through while we wandered the aisles together. At one point, we'd stopped while Jacquie put her hand on the shopping trolley and balanced on one leg as she bent and adjusted her shoe strap. This time I got a view of a very nice lace bra, a well defined tan line and white flesh at the edge and as her bra gaped a little more I was greeted with a firm puckered nipple. I was still looking as she straightened up and she asked me if I'd quite finished.
"I just glimpsed a bit of heaven . . . but I might just shut up now, shall I?" I'd turned a bit red with the embarrassment of being caught and that pixie smile and glittering eyes told me she didn't mind. Hmmm.
We got to the checkouts where Jacquie said she owed me a coffee. Would I like one? My answer was a no brainer. As we talked she explained she was divorced, lived alone and was looking for someone to do some roofing work. I said I knew there were a few crooked operators out there and said that, while I was not a specialist, I'd go up on her roof and have a look to make sure the problems didn't get exaggerated in any quotes. I knew a few blokes who'd steer her in the right direction, if she wanted to get them to quote as well. She accepted the offer and we made a time the following afternoon, before she went to work for her next shift.
On arrival, Jacquie showed me where best to put my ladder and explained she needed to get ready for work. Once again she was wearing a loose top with a wide scooped neck and the tops of her smooth breasts were beautifully on display. I asked her to hold the base of the ladder for me, just while I step onto the roof. That's when it's likely to slip. She can have a tub while I was on the roof.
"Well, we don't need to see you in hospital as well as your mum, do we?" said Jacquie and then surprised me by footing the base of the ladder as competently as any tradesman.
"You've done that before." I said.
"Oh, I'm full of surprises." Jacquie replied with a wink and that bloody amazing smile.
I started climbing and as I got to eye level with the gutter, I stopped to have a look. The roof looked in pretty good condition from the gutter level and as I looked down at Jacquie I could see her looking straight up the leg of my shorts. Um, it was summer . . . and I wasn't wearing underwear. . . she'd be able to see the whole package. On the other hand, she had one foot at the base of the ladder and was leaning forward with both arms holding the rails, allowing her top to fall open and display every little bit of her two heavenly mounds. Hmmm, no bra today. Dangling breasts and puckered dark nipples and tan lines and white flesh and . . . where was I?