As she saw Jon's car disappearing down the driveway Jane sat looking out the window for a few minutes. She was tired. They'd had a small party last night to celebrate her leaving her job at the research institute, and in a way to celebrate her new job, which was going to be quite a challenge.
She got up, put their dishes in the sink and went back to bed. She set the timer for one hour; she'd shower and go out when she got up. After the casual arrangements and dress at research she'd need some new clothes.
When she got out of the shower she dried off and stood in front of the mirror. Not bad for thirty-five with two kids, she thought. Hardly any noticeable stretch marks, and if her breasts sagged just a bit her legs were still long and straight.
She started to dress and had on stockings and reaching for her bra when the doorbell rang. Who could that be? She looked at the clock, ten o'clock. Then she looked around the curtain at the front door. Mister Fisher! She'd forgotten completely about Mister Fisher and measuring the windows.
She slipped on a robe, went to the front door and as she let Mister Fisher in she apologized for not being ready.
"And this new lad, Jimmy, I'm showing the ropes. Sort of like an apprentice." He smiled. "He's been working down at the shop and knows about glass, but I want to get him used to measuring windows. I hope we're not disturbing you." He said as he eyed her legs showing as her robe separated slightly.
"No, not at all." She smiled. "Dirty old man." She thought noting where his eyes went. "I'll have to be more careful."
She told them to go ahead and let her know when they needed to see the upstairs. She went back up to the bedroom and started to go through her clothes to see what she had that would be suitable for the new job. She was so engrossed in what she was doing that when she went from the master bedroom to the front bedroom with just her panties on she didn't see Mister Fisher coming up the stairs. He stopped: she stopped: for a moment they stood looking at each other, or rather she was looking at him and he was looking at her breasts. She bounced back into the master bedroom and grabbed her robe.
When she came out again she and Mister Fisher said simultaneously:
"I'm sorry I.............." They both laughed as Jane continued, ".......I had forgotten you were here Mister Fisher." She was blushing, but having Harvey Fisher see her breasts had a strange effect on her. An effect she couldn't explain. Having this older man see her half naked was turning her on, and she felt warmness and wetness between her legs.
He told her that he had to go to an emergency job that had just come up, but he'd be back tomorrow. However tomorrow wouldn't work for Jane, but she had an idea.
"Is Jimmy proficient enough to take these measurements alone?"
"Well, yes, but it take two to be sure of the measurement. Someone has to hold the end of the tape at exactly the right spot. If you're off a half inch that could bollix the whole thing."
"Couldn't I do that?" Jane went on.
So they agreed that he'd go back to the shop with Jimmy, who'd drive his own car back and Jimmy and Jane would do the upstairs measurements. Harvey Fisher was disappointed. He loved being around a woman like this, and it didn't happen very often. The glimpse he'd had of her leg first thing when he'd arrived was nice, but that last thing, the view he'd had of her lovely breasts was frosting on a delicious cake. As he drove back to the shop he was wondering if he had time to jack-off at the shop before he went to replace the broken window, or if he should wait. Maybe even wait until tonight with his wife, Lou, at home.
Jimmy grabbed a quick sandwich and a coke before returning to do the other windows. When he got there Jane was still in her robe and they went upstairs to the first bedroom. Jimmy liked the idea of working with Jane. For an older woman she was quite pretty and had a smashing figure -- what he could see of it.
The window in the first bedroom was easy, but the second room had a taller window, so Jane skipped downstairs to get a step stool. When she got back she insisted that he should take the measurement at the bottom while she stood on the stool. Jimmy had to kneel and was level with her legs at the bottom of her robe, level with her stockinged legs, and as he glanced up he saw...and dropped the tape.
"Sorry, Ma'am." He said as he picked it up.
"Ma'am? What's this ma'am? My name's Jane and that's what you must call me Jimmy."
