It had been several weeks since I had met and started working for Jane providing special services for men and women known to her via her tanning and waxing salon. That didn't mean that my sex life had been confined to the times that I was working for her. My relationship with my husband had carried on as normal and even seemed improved, a fact that he commented upon more than once in the throes of lovemaking, even referring to me as "hot". I was certainly enjoying myself and apart from the occasional pang of guilt that I was doing all this behind his back, I was hornier than ever. I consoled myself with the thought that it didn't mean I didn't love my husband, in fact the opposite was probably true.
Anyone reading these stories would get the impression that sex was a daily occurrence for me. This is not true as I have condensed the timeframes for the sake of telling my story. There were often weeks between appointments and I was content to settle down and enjoy my husband's body, or my own ministrations to reach sexual release. I had become more open in my approach to sex and regarded my own sexuality as normal, even though I knew in my heart it may not have been. I had certainly been more daring, more willing to try new things in the time since I had met Jane.
I have mentioned that I have a nice home and how lucky I am, lucky also because my home was originally Tudor, with oak beams, roughly plastered walls and sloping floors where time had caused the building to sag in the same way that my own body had matured and in places, moved South. The problem with an old building, just like an old body, is that occasionally it needs repairs. So it was with our house which now badly needed to be rewired. The wiring wasn't Tudor of course, but mainly dated back to the 60s with various additions since. The re-wiring had to be done in a certain way because the property is listed and it was said to be a two or three week job.
My husband made all the arrangements and engaged a contractor whom he liked. He was due to take the first week off to "Be around" if he was needed, but I convinced him there was no need as I could tend to tea breaks and call him if there was a particular problem. When they arrived on the first morning, the electricians were a motley looking pair and any thoughts of having extra marital fun quickly went out of my head. Things began to look up when their apprentice arrived the following day, he having been at college when the job started. He was 18 I discovered and nicely slim, with well-defined arm muscles and a beautiful smile. He didn't show any signs of noticing me in a sexual context, but was very grateful for the endless teas I provided him and his colleagues. I decided that his view of me could change, but it would take a little effort on my part.
On the third day, most of the floorboards were lifted and the core of my house was exposed. Time, I thought, to get noticed. The master bedroom was part of the original house and there was a mass of cabling under the floor. Some was to do with the alarm system and there were also some other cables which nobody was quite sure about. The apprentice, who I now knew to be called Jay, short for Jason, was assigned with making sense of and marking the wiring, moving it out of the way wherever possible. He was busily working away, humming to himself, and head under the floor when I walked in on him. I stood and admired his tight butt for a few moments before announcing I was there.
He jumped back out, startled at my voice and looked up at me. I had deliberately dressed in a short skirt that ended about half way down my thigh. I had pulled on a tight jumper to protect against the regular drafts coming through doors and windows which had been left open, but I hadn't bothered with a bra. I had completed this with a pair of sheer black tights or pantyhose. From his vantage point below me, he would undoubtedly be able to see a fair way up to my crotch, if not a little further. Not that there was anything to see as such, but it isn't a view a hot blooded male would normally get, so I hoped it would attract his attention. Jay didn't move as I made small talk and he also didn't make it obvious he had noticed the view. His jeans were characteristically baggy, so I wasn't able to see if I was having an effect on his own nether regions.
Eventually I explained that I needed to get changed to go out and got my first glimmer of hope when he replied that he thought I was dressed nicely enough and that he thought I didn't need to change. One nil to me I hoped. I rummaged around in my drawers and wardrobe finding the outfit that I wanted and, due to the missing floorboards, was occasionally obliged to bend and stretch a little further than usual. This is all good I thought; it would certainly give Jay something to look at, let's just hope he liked what he saw. I selected a nice, not too short, dress, together with a pair of black lace panties I laid these carefully on the bed, and then warned Jay that I was going in the en-suite shower room.
I lingered over my shower, allowing waves of pleasure to wash over me with the water. Knowing that this sexy young man was just the other side of the door made me extremely horny and I fancied I could keep my moans of desire suppressed for the time being. Eventually I turned off the water and stepped out of the cubicle. I listened carefully but could hear no sound from the bedroom. Perhaps Jay had gone downstairs. I wrapped myself in a towel and opened the door. I jumped seeing that Jay was walking towards me from the other side of the room. Was it me, or did he seem a bit guilty?
When I said I laid my panties carefully on the bed, I mean carefully. I had lined them up with the pattern on the duvet cover. The elastic should have been in line with a stripe and the side seam in line with a motif. Neither was lined up now. That could only mean one thing and would explain the guilty look I had perceived on Jay's face as I emerged from the bathroom. So, he was attracted by my underwear, let's hope he could be attracted to their contents.
I picked up my clothing and made my way back into the shower room, observing loudly that there was an awful lot of steam. Jay helpfully pointed out that this was because the power to the extract fan had been cut off. He advised leaving the door open to allow the steam to clear. I didn't argue.
