I happened into an unbelievable experience about a year after my wife passed away suddenly at the age of fifty-three. Since we were empty nesters, after it happened, I had pretty much spent many hours a week at my office where I was away from our memories and the loneliness of our now empty house.
As was my custom, I left home around 5:00 a.m. and drove the hour to work stopping about half way to get coffee and a New York Times. My early mornings were basically all the same, Check the FAX machine, fire up the computer, make sure the days work for my shop guys didn't need adjusting and then settling back drinking my coffee and checking out the Times financial section. I always watched my current investments as well as looked for new ones. This was my "relax" time prior to the rest of my office staff getting in around 8:30.
The morning in question turned out to be considerably different. I went through my usual routine and just as I was kicking back with my newspaper, I heard the outside door to our offices open up and as I got up to see who was there a woman yelled out, "Is anyone there?"
I walked out to see our neighbor from across the street standing there in a terrycloth bathrobe, hair all wet and looking upset. I asked her what she needed and she asked me if we had anyone here that knew anything about plumbing. She told me that her hot water quit right in the middle of her morning shower. I told her I'd be glad to take a look at it as I had done just about everything around the house.
I grabbed my millimeter and toolbox and followed her back across the street and into her house. I asked her where her hot water heater was and embarrassingly she told me she had no idea. I looked in the basement but it wasn't there so I checked around the bathroom and adjacent to it found a utility closet with the hot water heater in it and a breaker box next to it. After shutting down the power I used my millimeter to determine that the quick recovery element in the heater was bad.
Explaining to her that the water heater would need to be drained and the element replaced, she told me her husband was away all week and she couldn't afford a plumber to fix it. I told her it wasn't a big deal and that if she could get me a hose to drain it, I would take out the part and run over to Home Depot to get a replacement.
She smiled and said, "Thank you sooooo much, I'll really owe you for this."
After I set up the drain hose, she asked if I wanted coffee or something while we waited for it to empty and I answered, "Coffee AND something would be nice." We made our way down to the kitchen and I took a seat at the kitchen table.
At this point I should explain that Bobbi (her name) was a flaming red head, about five foot six and probably weighed about one-hundred and thirty-five lbs. or so. Her body didn't show the two children she had or her forty-fivish age. She had a very nice shape with very large breasts and a nice round ass that incidentally, I couldn't take my eyes off. I had been celibate since my wife passed and was feeling very horny.
She opened up a cabinet to get out coffee mugs and while standing on her tip-toes her mid thigh length robe lifted up to expose the bottom of her naked ass. I got up to see if I could help her reach the mugs and as I got behind her she lost her balance and fell backwards. As I went to grab her, my hand slid under her robe feeling the soft flesh of her ass. She let out quite a moan and to my surprise, didn't try to pull away. On the contrary she wiggled a little until my hand was between her legs. Realizing what she was doing, she immediately turned around blushing and apologized, telling me she didn't know what got into her. I told her not to think twice about it that it would be "our little secret."
We had coffee and told each other about ourselves. She was going into details about her husband and their sex life (or lack thereof) that I just couldn't believe. Mostly about his erectile dysfunction at the age of forty and that he was smallish anyway so her satisfaction was mostly through oral sex. I couldn't believe the way she was opening up to me but she did tell me she felt very comfortable chatting with me and it seemed that we had known each other forever.
Once the hot water heater drained I took out the element and left to get a new one. When I returned, I was surprised to see she was still in her robe but had dried her hair and put on makeup. As I installed the part, she was leaning over me pressing her breasts against my back and breathing lightly against my neck which immediately made me aroused.
When I turned around, she undid her robe and dropped it from her shoulders to the ground. I stood there staring at her completely naked and gorgeous body, then without saying a word she slowly went down to her knees, unbuckled my belt, undid my slacks and pulled them down to the floor. Looking up at me smiling, she put her fingers in the waistband of my boxers and slid them down. As my already erect cock became exposed, she looked at it and half jokingly said, "Oh God, I don't think I can get that entire thing in."
