Inspiration came in many ways for Mike Williams and he discovered it a few months ago after visiting a prospective customer's home. As a client sales rep, Mike's duties required him to visit clients' homes often. What Mike usually would do was surmise a situation and either fix the appliance or suggest something new or refurbished for that person. It could be a number of different household items including vacuum sweepers, microwaves, ovens, or even refrigerators.
Mike's specialty was sweepers. He worked with them for years. His dad repaired them and he always hung around with his dad when his dad tooled with them; that's how he came to know them well. But he had a gift in sales, so he followed that path. He knew everything anyone needed to know about them. He even offered free visits. He was supposed to charge for them, but it was something he didn't like doing and one woman had multiple problems with her sweepers. He cut her a break and it was well worth the trouble of giving her a break on his services.
Visiting her at her home during the day, the 25 year old young man with a congenial personality came to take care of business. Once there, his client a recently divorced Claire Monett anxiously awaited his arrival only because she despised her home being the least bit dirty and she couldn't afford new sweeper anyways. She had to get on with cleaning her dirty carpets before it began to drive her nuts.
Not an extraordinary looking woman, Claire was 39. Sporting long stylish hair, average eyes, but a mature slender figure, she was sweetest and most polite woman he ever met. It showed immediately. She wasn't bad looking however she wasn't gorgeous. That day Claire wore a becoming outfit which caught his fancy quickly. She was obliging and offered him a drink and snack shortly after he arrived.
Mike behaved respectfully saying "yes ma'am" or "no ma'am" often. He was very courteous. It was how he was raised. It was part of his demeanor. Mike was a weak-willed man in some ways and that trait led him into trouble he didn't expect.
In other words, the recently divorced Claire didn't intentionally trying to hit on him, but he made her feel like a young woman again. Those feelings which were almost equivalent to the emotions her daughter who was 20 might have were successfully summoned in a short period of time upon Mike's arrival at her home. She felt youthful, exuberant, and extremely attractive because of his attention towards her.
She never expected a house call to turn into an exciting, exhilarating, fun-filled day of fulfilling sex with whom she considered good looking if not an incredible looking man almost 15 years younger then her. But when Mike walked through her front door, the craziest bells went off in her signifying something wild and exciting about him.
Mike saw her nice cheerful smile and that put him at ease quickly. Soon enough he impressed her saying "yes ma'am, no ma'am." He used the manners he was taught to use. She loved his approach. He liked being around her because she reminded him of his mom and also his aunt; they were similar in nature to Claire. After he explained what was broken, after fixing her sweeper, they sat and chatted away the morning. He forgot his duties back at the office. Before either realized it, he began to notice her supple cleavage. It wasn't his intention for it to be an object of his desire, but it became a distraction for sure. Her nice smile and sweet personality were both the initial bait, although it wasn't her intention to bait him at all. It just happened.
She noticed his eyes visited that area more often then not. She tried hiding her cleavage and breasts too when she noticed they were becoming a distraction to him. However, deep down Claire was a little flattered. It was coincidence that she decided to wear something nice and comfortable for the day. The sweater looked and felt nice to her when she got dressed for the day. She thought to her self after watching his eyes, "If I wanted to meet a man, I'm going to the club with friends and go about it that way. This isn't appropriate at all. He's here on a professional level and I should know that."
That's what she wanted to believe. But she began to have other ideas soon enough. As a young man with hormones to spare, he started to believe she was actually flirting with him because she looked sexier the more they chatted. She looked sexier especially in a button down sweater like she had on.
To top it off, it was a short sleeve button down sweater and it looked cuter then cute on her average sized frame. Her tummy was quite flat and it made her look even more adorable because of the sweater she wore. Overall, she wasn't perfect looking but her sweet personality, her magnetic cleavage, and her flattened tummy captivated him a little.
Her appearance made him begin to think there was an attraction between them. So he wanted to see if there was and asked her about other appliances. He was smooth when he asked as if he was drubbing up extra business. Oddly he never charged her to look at them. There was something in the fridge which he fixed for her. She recalled one other old sweeper in the back room and inquired about it.
"Bring it out or show me where it's at; I'll take a look." She led him down the hallway. He followed closely. She smelled awesome. Whatever it was she wore, the scent of it was something he never anticipated to distract him.
Mike had to say something about it. He had to tell her but he didn't want to over step his boundaries. "How can I say she smells great but not be rude" he asked himself. He sniffed the air around him after the two sat down by the other sweeper. He continued, in a pronounced way, to sniff the air. Not once did he sneeze.
"What's wrong Mike? Is something bothering you" assuming her sweeper bothered him. He said no and left it at that. "Then what is it you smell in the air?"
He looked up from the sweeper, looked at her, but looked back down and tinkered with it some more as he took it apart. Still, he continued to sniff the air. Finally he looked up and he looked directly at Claire.
"Ma'am may I say something without sounding umm too, I don't know, umm forward?" She said yes. "Te reason I'm sniffing, well I assume it has to be your perfume; whatever you wear ma'am well, well it drives me, well ma'am it's awesome!" He smiled but quickly looked away and then down at the sweeper. He started repairing it.
"Thank you Mike; that's a very nice thing to hear." They both were silent. "Mike you are one nice young man in my opinion, do you know that?" He said thank you and smiled. "Do you have a girlfriend" she asked out of nowhere. Surprised he looked up and said no. Her sweeper was fixed. Then she said without being asked "You know I don't have a boyfriend either." He wondered what the hell that meant, but didn't give any immediate indication.
Finally he looked at her, once he finished putting the sweeper back together, and let her know he wondered where that came from. Being a bit facetious he added "Really now, isn't that a coincidence? I suppose that makes us two peas in a pod, doesn't it" and he smiled comfortably for the very first time.