Sally just turned 65. Her heavy, DD breasts hang a little lower than they did when she was younger. She has always loved sex. She has been monogamous for the past 30 years, but her husband has been unable to fuck her since his prostate cancer surgery 10 years ago. Sally realizes time is passing and she doesn't want to accept that she may need to go the rest of her life without sex.
As when she was younger, Sally still prefers to go braless whenever possible. She usually breaks down and wears a bra when she is out in public, but removes it once she gets home.
Sally and her husband hired an older, 74 years young, contractor, with a helper crew varying from one to two men, to do some renovation and install energy efficient doors and windows in their home, Sally usually wears a short cotton shift (she has a drawer full l of them - all the same, which comes mid-thigh, around the house. Always without a bra. She couldn't see any reason to change her preferred lifestyle just because an old guy and his young helpers were in and out of the house each day. In addition, no one complained as looking at her did not hurt their eyes.
Danny, the contractor, and his crew did a great job and his price was reasonable. However, one improvement led to another and Danny did have other customers who needed work done, so Danny was a regular around the house for months, at least one day per week. Sally became the family contact person when her husband was called out of town on business which pushed Sally and Danny closer together.
Danny became more and more comfortable around Sally as they continued to rub elbows. They would have coffee together in the morning at the kitchen table while the crew got started on the day's project. In addition, Sally would take smoothies and water to the guys during the day while they worked. All the time in her thin, short, bra-less shift.
She was eye candy to Danny and the boys, but Sally just couldn't get him to make a move on her.
Over the months that the job went on, Sally did her research on Danny's life. He was a hometown boy so she didn't have to go far. She just mentioned his name to long-time residents and listened to what they had to say.
She learned that Danny had been quite a lady's man over the years and had spread his "wild oats" throughout the community. One distant relative told her that he had numerous offspring throughout the county that did not carry his name nor had ever been claimed by him. He was a player.
One day Sally dropped Danny a not so subtle hint and hoped that he got her meaning. Only time would tell.
"Danny, I understand that you are quite the ladies man and have spread your 'wild oats' throughout the county. I hope you enjoyed yourself." "I was a also a player when I was younger and received lots of 'wild oats'. I know I had fun."
Danny didn't say anything in response, but he nodded and smiled.
Other than his age, I haven't told you much about Danny. He is about 6'3" tall and weighs a little over 200 pounds. He has a shock of black hair sprinkled with a little gray and has really big hands with thick fingers. You know what they say about big hands. In addition, he comes to work squeaky clean each morning.
Three days later the phone rings. Caller ID identifies the caller as Danny Contractor.
"Sally, how about if I come over about 9 tomorrow morning to show you some paint samples?"
"Danny, yes, please do. If I don't answer the door, please just come on in because I might still be finishing up on the treadmill."
