"Hey, don't worry about it. I get dirty all the time; it is no problem."
"You really are terribly sweet." Izzy raised her leg up behind her, and sat upon the bed so that one leg draped to the floor, the other was trapped beneath her. On that leg, she pulled off her black high-heeled shoe and rubbed her toes as she spoke. "So, have you spotted it?" She asked rather suggestively.
Liam, forgetting that he still had the head-torch on, could not help himself from looking up Izzy's skirt. She had positioned herself perfectly in front of him. It was almost an instinctive thing to do, a uniquely male thing, a thing that probably harked back to his school days, when as a naughty school boy he had attempted to look up the skirt of one of his attractive school teachers. His head-torch and his positioning on the floor, along with the way Izzy was sitting, gave him full access along that beautifully dressed pathway to Izzy's 'enclosure.' What he had assumed to be black tights when he saw her at first, were in fact stockings. His light exposed the dark filigreed, elasticated banding at the top, and her tanned thighs above. He could see her black lacey knickers and could even make out the folds of her vaginal lips beneath. 'Oh, he'd spotted it all right!
'
What he hadn't taken into account, was that the torch shining up Izzy's skirt, not only gave him a great view of her intimate parts, it also gave her a very good idea where he was looking. She coughed to grab his attention, smiling knowingly to herself and staring directly at Liam. She had finally lured him into looking at her as something other than a neighbour, something other than a friend of his mother's, something other than an older woman. He now looked at her with lust in his eyes, and if she wasn't mistaken, possibly that was a stirring in his loins too. Izzy was very pleased with herself.
Liam quickly turned off the torch and rather sheepishly looked up at Izzy's face. But not before he had taken in her very full white blouse and had noted, that a couple of extra buttons had been undone since she last stood in the doorway, her thrusting, deeply curvaceous cleavage, was far more visible. Her long, loose hair, which fell about her shoulders, glowed in the sunlight that streamed into the room behind her. Liam needed no further convincing that Izzy was indeed, an extremely attractive woman. A woman that knew how to dress in a way that would not fail to impress and arouse. Indeed, his cock had certainly started to stir. He was thankful that his overalls would cover everything?
"Did you find anything?" Izzy repeated, making no attempt to withdraw Liam's 'treat'. In fact, she opened her legs a little further to allow him an even better view, knowing now that her panties were probably getting wet as her own excitement began to increase. It had been many a long while, since an attractive man had peered up her skirt.
"Er...ummm...well...yes." Liam watched her slowly move open her thighs, he was entranced and found it difficult to concentrate on anything else. His eyes appeared to be locked to the lengths of her inner thighs, to the stocking tops and black panties beyond. "I found a few things that had been hiding under your floor boards. There were a couple of access holes for mice, which had allowed them to run about upon your ceilings. You probably heard them yes? They..." He paused, 'is that a wet patch on her knickers?'...he couldn't think straight, "Errr, sorry, where was I?"
"Is something bothering you Liam?" Izzy's smile was one of pure satisfaction, almost gluttony.
"Yes, er no...that is..." He resumed where he left off, tearing his eyes away from her 'honey trap', a dripping one at that. "They, that is the mice had been nibbling at your cables and one unfortunate had bitten entirely through the insulation and electrocuted himself, thereby causing your wiring issue. I've already filled the holes, but that leaves you with a couple of options. I could insert a junction box, which will repair the exposed wiring, though there are some more places where mice have exposed the inner cables. Or and this is my favoured option, I could replace the wire in the run. But that would take longer and I would need to go and get some wire as I don't think I have enough 2.5mm cable at home. So this option would probably cost more too. Your choice really?"
"Ummm," Izzy said, licking upon her fingers as she finished her sandwich. "I like the idea of you 'inserting a junction box' for me. But then, a 'longer, slower job', gets me every time. As I am not bothered by the cost. I think I would like you to do whatever you feel the need to do."
'My God,' he thought, 'this woman can make anything sound dirty!' But he replied, "Thinking about it, I might have the right length for you back home. I need to check on something anyway, so I'll go and have a look."
"Sure thing," Izzy responded, "I haven't had the right length for some time, so I hope you are able to find it." It was her turn to stare at the other persons groin area. She wondered whether her panties were now giving away her current state of arousal, she knew that her vaginal petals had started to bloom, and knew that she was getting wetter by the minute. 'But had he noticed?' She questioned herself.
Liam stood in a kind of stoop. He knew if he stood up straight, then he would have given the game away, or rather his large erection would have. So, grabbing his circuit tester to distract Izzy's undressing eyes, he left; saying over his shoulder, "I'll be about twenty minutes."
"OK, Liam, though I may have gone back to work when you get back." Izzy waited until she heard him close the back door, then looked under the bed. She couldn't be sure, but felt that her 'toy' had definitely been moved. He must have seen it anyway as he was sitting on the floor. "Oh my God." She said to herself, picking up the imitation cock and taking it to her wardrobe to hide it. She flushed again in embarrassment, knowing that he had seen what she used as a masturbational aid; what she used to get off on. But her thoughts immediately turned to 'I wonder what he thought of when he found it? Did he visualise me riding on it to orgasm, did he think of me upon my back pushing the length into me?' "God that young man is making me soooo wet!" She pulled up her skirt and put a finger to her panties. It confirmed what she already knew to be true. Her panties were sopping wet. She would enjoy being at work this afternoon knowing the state her panties were in.
