The call came in that some computer work was needed for the company's most expensive client. The Jordans were the wealthiest family in the state and had been for generations. They were known as "old money", the family wealth coming from long years of shrewd business. They were also somewhat reclusive; the only one ever actually seen was Mr. Jordan when he went to and from the city on business and the wife almost never seen. From those that worked for them, the Jordans were said to be aloof and haughty, the wife bossy and controlling.
After getting through the front security gate and traveling up the long winding driveway, Jim finally stood before the front door to the mansion. He rang the doorbell and waited. Within a few moments he heard the locks being undone and the massive wooden door opened smoothly. Expecting to be greeted by one of the help, Jim was rather surprised by the gorgeous older woman who opened the door.
"I'm here about the computer upgrades that were requested," Jim said after a slight hesitation. The woman stared intently at him for a few moments in silence, her stern look making him slightly nervous. Finally she opened the door more and stepped back to let him in. "I am Elizabeth Jordan. This way, please", she said and spun on one high heel and began walking.
From the rumors he had heard, Jim expected her to be rather frumpy, old and somewhat haggard looking but as she led him deeper into the depths of the mansion, Jim took the time to admire the stunning beauty in front of him. When he saw her at the door, he guessed her age to be mid to late forties, her strawberry-blond hair, frosted with grey and stylishly piled on top of her head, supporting that guess. She had almost no age lines, allowing her to look far younger than she was. Sparkling green eyes gazed from beneath lush dark lashes and tasteful makeup.
She was wearing a woman's navy blue business suit, tailored to impress. Under the suit coat was an off-white shirt buttoned all the way. Her matching navy skirt came almost to her knees and Jim smiled slightly as he listened to the whispering of her black nylons as she walked. She was almost as tall as he was, and he stood slightly more than six foot. And she was a voluptuous woman as well. She had a real woman's waist, with large breasts, each nearly as large as his head, above that waist and sensuously wide hips below it. As she led him towards a back office, he could feel a slight stirring in his body as watched her sexy ass sashay from side to side and her long legs whispered to him. He had to remind himself more than once to stay professional.
She opened the door to the office and he followed her inside. The room was huge. A fireplace sat in the wall off to the right. Two highly comfortable looking chairs and an equally expensive looking rug were in front of the fireplace. An overflowing bookshelf ran along the wall to the right of the fireplace and shelving of knick knacks ran along the left side. Mrs. Jordan strode to the massive mahogany desk in the middle of the room. "This is the main computer office. I was in the middle of something here that is very important and need to finish. Try not to bother me by making noise." With that she went to the chair, sat down and continued to work.
Taken slightly aback by her abruptness, Jim set down his equipment, and went to the opposite side of the desk from Mrs. Jordan to begin, knowing it was merely some rather minor hardware upgrades that were needed. As he worked on the backside of the massive desk, he noticed there was no back to it and that he could see Mrs. Jordan's long sensuous legs, crossed at the ankles. She was absent-mindedly tapping one foot slowly as she worked. Jim bent down to get an item from his workbag. As he did, he found he was able to see even more of Mrs. Jordan's legs. In fact, as his eyes wandered up along the sensuous curves of her legs he gazed deep under her skirt and his eyes widened to find she was not wearing any panties. A strip of hair, just as strawberry-blonde as the hair on her head rose from the junction of her thighs.
"And just how does leering at my legs upgrade the computer?"
The sound of her voice jolted Jim back to the matter at hand. His face flushed a bright red; he mumbled apologies and nearly fell over himself trying to get back to work. He worked in embarrassed silence for a few minutes. When he finally dared to look up from his work again, he noticed that at some point she had taken her suit coat off and draped it over the chair she was sitting in. Her massive breasts strained the fabric of the shirt and her nipples strained it even more. He realized that she must not be wearing a bra either. Suddenly a perfectly manicured hand slammed down on the desk in front of Jim's face. He looked up into the angry eyes of Mrs. Jordan. "Either finish your work or leave at once! You are not here to ogle me."
"I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Jordan. It's just that you're such a beautiful woman and, forgive me for being so blunt and forward here, your body is just SO scrumptious to look at".
She sat there staring at Jim for a moment before finally saying, "You know, it has been quite a long time since anyone has said something like that to me. It's been years since my own husband has paid any attention to me whatsoever."
"No offense, but that would make me think your husband is a fool."
"You really do know how to pile it on thick don't you?"
