At twenty six, I had worked in the maintenance department of the office building for something like eight years. It was a go nowhere kind of job, but no one really bothered me, and I was more or less my own boss. The tenants of the building ranged from travel agents, to wholesalers, and even one attorney. None of which were very interesting people as far as I was concerned.
All but one...
About a month ago, a woman who was an interior decorator moved in and set up shop. She was as unlike the rest of the tenants as night is from day. I had no idea of her real age, but I figured that she was somewhere in the age neighborhood of my mother! Short, well styled, absolutely silver hair framed a still attractive face with piercing blue eyes, and a smile that was totally dazzling. The real thing about her was her build. Well dressed in a conservative manner, she still had the body of a twenty year old which surprised the hell out of me. Curvy, full breasted, with legs that from what I could see which wasn't much, seemed to be truly incredible.
I hadn't run into Mrs. Nance very often, and then, it was only a nod and a 'hello', so it sort of surprised me that one day, there was a message on my machine to come by her office. Of course, I hurried right up. After knocking on the door, I entered as she said, "Come in?"
Seeing her standing behind a work table dressed in a form fitting beige blouse and a snug fitting charcoal gray skirt, I said "Hi Mrs. Nance...what can I help you with?"
"There seems to be a light burned out up here..." she said with a smile, pointing upwards to a light fixture. "Think you could change that bulb for me?"
"Sure thing! No problem at all." I said, then added, "Let me run down to the shop and get you a new one. I'll be right back."
On the way back from the shop, a new fluorescent bulb clutched in my hand, I thought that
this
was really some kind of woman! Even at her age, she was far and away the best looking woman in the building, not to mention the sexiest! "Woman could make a fuckin' rock sweat!" I said softly as I walked up the hallway towards her office.
Knocking, I went ahead and entered, seeing her still behind the work table. I saw a stool over to one side, and indicating it, asked, "Mind if I use this?"
"Help yourself Jeff...just be careful and don't fall." She said, flashing me that dazzling smile once again which caused a certain rise in my blood pressure.
As I drug it over into position, I took another good long look at her, and noticed that she wasn't wearing any kind of wedding ring or anything like that. Unwillingly, I turned my attention back to changing the light, and climbed up on the stool.
Quickly, I had the cover off the light fixture, and was in the process of fitting the new bulb into place when I got a little off balance and stumbled a bit. Almost instantly, Mrs. Nance was beside me, her hands on my thigh steadying me. Just the touch of her hands had a very erotic effect on me, and I could feel my cock beginning to swell in my tight jeans, and hoped she wouldn't notice.
Her hands felt incredibly good on my leg, even through my jeans! Warm and soft. I looked down at her, and saw a strange sort of look on her face, but didn't attribute it to anything until she started to rub her hands gently up and down my leg! That most certainly had an effect on me! She continued as I fumbled with the light tube until her hands were stopping no more than two inches below where my cock was pressing down the leg of my jeans! I was nearly going nuts as she kept this up, but finally, I managed to get the light in place, and step down off the stool. "There you go Mrs. Nance. That should do it for you."
"Thank you Jeff. I appreciate that a lot." She said, smiling again.
"No problem. If you have any other problems, just let me know." I answered her with a smile of my own.
I headed on back to the shop, all the time wondering if what had just happened,
really
happened, and if it
meant
what I thought it did! I just didn't know. Could have been perfectly innocent, but then on the other hand...
Several hours later, I was working at my workbench when the phone rang. I picked it up, and lo and behold, it was Mrs. Nance!
"Jeff... Jean Nance." Came her smooth sexy voice through the receiver, the sound of it leaving me just a little bit weak in the knees. "I was wondering if you could help me out a little this evening?"
"This evening?" I questioned.
"Yes. I've got a few things around my condo that need a little manly attention, and I was wondering if I might talk you into coming over this evening." She stated in that sultry voice.
Now knowing that I didn't have a damn thing planned for this evening other than watching television with a six pack of beer, it didn't take me too long at all to agree! She gave me the address, and said, "Wonderful Jeff. I'll see you around seven then."
I lamely muttered something, and hung up the phone, standing there with my hand on it for several minutes, pinching myself occasionally to see if I were dreaming.
I'd cleaned up at my apartment, and put on fresh clothes. Right at seven o'clock, I rang her doorbell, and stood there waiting. I didn't have very long to wait at all! The door swung open, and there she stood! Vastly different from what I'd seen earlier in the day, but even more attractive! Mrs. Nance wore a white button front, very fitted blouse, this one worn unbuttoned to just below her jutting breasts! Through the gaping material, I could see no sign of a bra, and the thrust of her nipples against the material told me that I really wasn't seeing things!
I couldn't stop my eyes from running over her form which brought the second shock of the evening, her skirt! This wasn't like the one she'd worn to work at all. In fact, I wondered if such a short little thing could even be
