I got a call from an old client of mine from several years back, asking me to come and look at some projects she had around the house. She knew I had retired a few years back, but she had no idea who else to call. Even though I was only thirty eight at the time, my final job as a contractor had been a huge home renovation in the Hamptons that had netted me close to a million dollars. I decided to retire early and do part time stuff, like delivering weekly newspapers to keep me busy one or two days a week and to give me some spending money.
My phone rang one afternoon, and I heard a vaguely familiar female voice on the other end.
"Hi Jack, it's Dawn." she said. "I know you're retired, but I have some stuff that needs work and I don't know who else to call. Would you be interested?"
I was always interested to see Dawn. She was perhaps five years older than me, but she still looked hot. Her hubby was a lucky guy to be hitting that hole every night.
"Frank and I split about two years ago," she continued, "and you're the first person that came to mind. Honestly, I don't trust anyone else, anyway. I know the quality of your work and I can trust you to come into my house when I'm not here. Could you help me out?"
Even though I was damn good craftsman, which is why I ended up becoming a general contractor in the first place, I didn't really like the work. It was much easier to get other people to do it instead, while I supervised everything, although I did make exceptions, like laying oak flooring for a guy and pocketing nine grand for two days labor. This was most likely going to be nickel and dime stuff that wouldn't pay much and probably be a pain in the ass, but it was Dawn, and she sounded like she needed some help.
"I can come by and take a look." I replied. "Let's see what you have going on. Are you busy tomorrow?"
"Later on, but I'll be around in the morning if you want to drop by early." she responded. "Or we could do it another day."
Since I like to have some mixed drinks around lunch, the earlier the better for me, to get it out of my way.
"How about Seven?" I inquired. "I have some errands to run, and I can have a look first, if that'll work."
"Sure." she answered. "I'll be up. Might be in the shower though, so give me a minute or two if I don't come to the door right away."
"Okay, see you then."
The following morning found me at her house about ten minutes before 7:00 o'clock, but I decided to ring the bell anyway. There was no response, so I waited. A few minutes later, I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall, and a moment later, the door opened. Dawn was standing there in her bathrobe, and her hair was towel-dried and damp.
"Sorry, I'm a few minutes early." I apologized. "I guess I caught you in the shower."
"It's okay." she replied. "I was just brushing my hair. Come on in."
I stepped inside, and she shut the door behind me. She still looked great, and I wondered if she was dating anyone yet. I doubted it, however, as we entered the kitchen, because she had loosely crossed the ties of the robe and not actually tied them; revealing quite a bit of her soft and squishy cleavage. The more she moved around, the looser it got, and at one point, I got a nice glimpse of one of her pudgy pink nipples.
"Okay," Dawn began, "first off, I have a couple of cabinets with loose doors. I'm hoping that's an easy fix."
I inspected one of them closely, and saw that the internal screws in the hinges simply needed tightening. If this was indicative of the others, it was an easy fix indeed.
"Should be." I responded. "What else?"
"I need some shelves made in the living room." she continued, as she turned and motioned for me to follow her into the sunken room.
I was still excited about the peek-a-boob I'd had a few minutes earlier, and followed a little too closely behind her. As Dawn stepped down into the lower area, my right foot accidentally stepped on the tails of her loose fitting bathrobe. Her forward momentum carried her out and down, as the robe completely opened up and slid off her body, leaving her completely nude, as she reflexively turned back to face me. We both stood frozen for a second or two, as I ogled her unclothed body. Her tits were very soft and saggy; the kind that just beg to be fondled and played with.
"Oh my god!" she gasped, leaning forward and trying to snatch the robe from under my foot. "I'm totally fucking nude!"
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, as her soft, saggy tits dangled invitingly below her chest. "You sure are. Shit, you have nice tits, Dawn!"
Without even thinking, I reached out and cupped them in my hands, kneading them thoroughly. They felt wonderful, and since she didn't protest, I continued massaging them for several seconds before finally and reluctantly letting go of them.
"That's nice." she murmured as she stood and faced me, leaving her robe on the floor. "You have wonderful hands, Jack."
"And you," I replied, "have wonderful boobs, Dawn. God, they are so soft! I'll bet Frank couldn't keep his hands off of them."
"He thought they were gross." she explained with a frown. "He wanted me to get a boob job and perk them back up."
"He's an idiot!" I said with a smile, as I glanced her thoroughly up and down. "I wouldn't be able to leave them alone. I could play with them for hours."
In addition to her fantastic saggers, she also had a light brown bush that looked very appealing to me. I never did get the shaved cunt fad that thankfully seems to finally be fading. To me, it was like a picture without a frame. Now I'm not into full bush gals mind you, but a neatly trimmed triangle sets everything off nicely.
"I know he is." Dawn sighed, as she leaned over again to pick the robe up, letting her dingly-danglies dance around underneath her chest once again. "That's not the only reason though. Do you have some time, Jack?"
Time? I had nothing BUT time! The vodka and peppermint water could wait.
"Of course." I replied. "Would you like to talk?"
Dawn nodded, and sat on the sofa; patting the cushion next to her suggestively. I tucked my left leg underneath my ass, and sat facing her as she cast the robe to one side and faced me in all of her unclothed glory. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, as she began speaking.
"It wasn't just my saggy titties or the lack of sex." she began. "He just stopped being intimate altogether. Then, it turned out he was boinking some twenty-something bimbo in the office. I told him to get out."
"I had no idea." I said quietly. "I'm sorry, Dawn."
"I always noticed the way you looked at me." she said softly. "Frank never looked at me that way. I wanted to say something to you, but I didn't want to wreck our professional relationship or what I'd like to even consider friendship. I wanted to though, Jack. I really did. I think you would have treated me so much differently."
"I would have." I agreed. "So, that kind of puts us in a predicament now, doesn't it? You need work done and I think you're hot."
"I'm not looking for a break." she said quickly. "I know you need to make money. I just want a man in my life again, even if it's only for a short while. I really miss having sex with someone. I'm tired of having a battery operated boyfriend."
It certainly was a tempting offer. I didn't have anyone in my life at the moment either, and a lonely divorcee can usually be pretty hot to trot, especially if it's been a few years, as apparently it was in Dawn's case.
