It was late 1973. I had been out of school now for over four years having graduated in 1969. I had a good job. Nothing to do with any of the courses I took in high school. I thought I would work for a year or two and save some money and then see what university had to offer. I became used to getting a pay cheque and time slipped away and I rarely now gave university any thought. My grandfather had recently passed and I was now living in the small house that he was in just before he died. The advantage of the house was that it was right in town and I didn't have to drive eight miles down every time I wanted something. I had a steady girlfriend. She was a few years older than me and had two young children but we hit it off and were really enjoying each other's companionship. Of course, for both of us, the sex was pretty awesome too. I had lost my virginity to her too and I considered her my soul mate. I had also had a brief fling with a much older neighbour lady who at the time was lonely and I filled a need she had. She and I still occasionally visit but not as much since I moved down here. She had introduced me to a swinging lifestyle too, after a while, but that wasn't really up my alley. Can you imagine a young guy not wanting to play with multiple, horny older women and the occasional husband? I'll. explain sometime.
One Saturday morning I had to pick up some sink drain parts down at the hardware store and made my list. Time for some maintenance. I was looking around for the drain parts and had found most of them when I heard a voice coming from behind me saying "Donald? Is that you? Donald?" No one had called me Donald in years so it took a moment to register that it was me being hailed. I turned and saw a woman who looked familiar. I couldn't place her but she said "You don't remember me, do you?" The English accent was what told me who she was.
I was standing there with, I think, my mouth open, looking at a woman of about forty. She was about five feet tall, if that and kind of a little on the heavy side. I say heavy but not overly. Maybe about 140 pounds. When I noticed her ample breasts I immediately blurted out "Miss Lowe? How are you? I'm sorry, I didn't notice you."
Miss Lowe had been my English Literature teacher in grade twelve. At the time she had recently immigrated from Britain and this was her first teaching position here. She had the most delightful accent. She had been the reason that many of the boys enrolled in that class. She had a very nice body and her breasts were the reason for the boys interest. The largest a lot of us had ever seen, so to speak! I hadn't known she would be my teacher when I enrolled so her presence teaching the class was a bonus. The class was part of the Arts program that I was on. It was a surprise to me to see that she would be teaching the class. She always seemed to be moving around at the front of the room. Fidgeting and repositioning herself constantly as she sat on the front edge of her desk. She seemed to always be advertising her ample chest and making sure the front row of guys got to see her trying to make them notice her. Her dresses, which were always very short, were always riding up and she constantly had to pull the hem back to a more respectable level. You know, I think she was actually wearing one of those dresses today, or at least the same style! The front row of desks in her class was filled with guys who were hoping to catch a glimpse of her panties or something more exciting. I sat at the back of the room and never got into the mindset that I would ever see anything other than a very sexy leg now and then. With her accent and her knowledge of the subject I found her very interesting and really enjoyed some of the books we were assigned. Other than Shakespeare, who I had a hard time with, I thought I had found an interesting class.
"This is such a nice surprise' she said. I haven't run across many from my first class here. How are you doing? What are you doing these days?"
I filled her in on the things I was doing since graduation. It wasn't much and had very little to do with the education I had received but I told her I was doing well. "How about you? Still up at the high school?" I asked. "I had heard rumours that she had moved on from the old school. Some type of scandal I had heard, but it wasn't my business and gossip was not anything I was into.
"No, not here in town. I live here but teach now over across the river." she informed me, indicating the larger town about ten miles away. "I'm still doing the English Lit. thing though. I love that and enjoy my students. I still have the same flat I first moved into here and I like it here so am not moving house soon." She looked at the things I was holding and asked "It seems you have a maintenance problem as well. I'm lost in here."
"What is it you are looking for?" I asked. "Maybe I can help you find it." I was hoping she needed help because I had missed her from class and was really having a good time chatting with her. She told me that she needed two things. First, her bedroom door handle was broken and she wanted to replace it. Second, she wanted to find some type of shelf for her place. Wall mount or book shelf, it didn't matter, as long as she could organize some things.
"Follow me," I said. "Here is the door hardware." She looked over the supply and picked one that would come close to matching the others in her flat. I then said, "They don't have all that much shelving but over there are a few things that may work." In the end she picked up six decorative brackets and three finished shelf boards and I helped her with them to the checkout. After leaving the store I said "It's been so nice seeing you again. I hope it isn't as long until the next time."
"Actually, it may not be that long." she said. "I will need help installing these things and I wonder if you might be willing to help me? I also don't have any tools and I am sure you have the tools I need." I was thinking it over. I had nothing to do except fix my drain and another day for that would do. As I thought she said "What do you think? Could you, please? I can make a lunch for us and get you a coffee, or a tea or whatever."
"How can I refuse?" I said. "Sure, give me your address and I'll grab some tools and come over.'
"Can I ride with you?" she asked. "I took the bus here and I have a lot of things that I didn't plan on buying today and would struggle with them on the bus. I don't know why I didn't drive." I wasn't sure how it was going to work out if she hadn't run into me. Maybe solicit some help from someone else but I was happy that it was me she ran into.
"Okay, sure. I'll give you a ride." I said. She beamed at that and I led her to where I had parked and we threw hers and my things into the back of the truck and I drove to my place. We took my parts into the house and I picked up a drill and a few screwdrivers as well as a level and was searching for some screws for the shelves. "I can't find the screws I want." I said, then I found them and was ready to leave.
"Oh good, you found them." she said. "I thought maybe I would have to provide the screws!" She chuckled at that and I was surprised that she had hinted at the screw reference. "Shall we be off then?
I drove us to her place. She had a second floor apartment less than a mile from where I lived. She helped with her purchases and I had my tools and we went up to her flat, as she called it. No elevator so we made the trek up the stairs with her purchases. Inside she showed me the door handle and then where she thought it would be nice to have some shelves for knick-knacks. I decided to do the shelves first as they would take the longest. She decided that the shelves should go in her living room so we moved a couple of small furniture items out of the way and laid out where I would put them.
I tapped on the wall to find the studs and she asked me "What are you doing?"
