This happened a few months before my divorce proceedings began. I had recently turned 45 and I had already strayed a couple times, though I'm sure far fewer than her, and by this point we were all but separated anyway. One of my oldest friends had a daughter, Jessica, the oldest of four kids. We knew her parents well decades ago, but they moved a lot due to work, so we lost touch on and off for a few years. Until eventually they moved back and decided to stay as the kids were growing up and they wanted more stability.
Around about the time my marriage was ending, Jessica had outgrown the family home and was ready to move out. She was in her early twenties, and she had grown into an incredibly attractive young woman. She found a small flat in town and was busy moving in. After a few weeks of living there, and frustrated with her new landlord, Jessica's dad gave me a call and asked if I could pop round and take a look at the electrics as the fuses kept blowing. I was happy to and arranged a time to suit. I'm an electrician by trade and used to doing the odd favour for friends and family.
The next evening, I went round there. She buzzed me up and left the door on the latch for me. As I walked in the flat, I was struck by the aroma of perfume and freshly cooked bacon. For someone who had just left home she seemed to have herself pretty well organised, not something I'm particularly good at.
"Hi, Jeff, want a bacon sarnie?" She said as I entered.
"No, I've eaten too much already, thanks." I replied.
We chatted for a bit, about the problem and general chit chat. She was quite flirty, but I thought nothing of it as she was like that with everyone. She looked stunning, a very trim slightly athletic build. She was about five foot six, long blonde hair, with boobs that were of an average size but very perky, and she had just enough junk in the trunk to keep things interesting. I hadn't often thought of her sexually, but occasionally at get togethers I'd find it difficult not to sneak a peek. I'm sure she knew, I imagine most men did. Even now in casual wear, jogging bottoms and a light t-shirt that showed a distinct lack of bra, she looked amazing.
I went to have a look and found the problem pretty quick. Old wiring and new rarely mix, so problems are common. I won't bore you with the details, but I worked out what I needed to order and arranged to go back two days later and fix it. I said my goodbyes and she gave me a big hug, as was her custom, but it seemed to linger a bit long, and the smell of her perfume was starting to get me in trouble. I broke off the hug and left as quickly as I could without seeming offensive. But the look in her eyes as I left filled my mind for the next two days until my return. An almost sinister look but with a hint of cheekiness and tonnes of suggestion.
Two days later I returned. Jessica buzzed me up again, but this time she was waiting at the door. As I walked up the last few steps, I nearly tripped over my own tongue. She was leaning against the door frame casually, but she was dressed far from casually. She had a tight red dress that barely touched the tops of her thighs and accentuated everything. Her hair flowed down her side to where her hand playfully rested on her hip. And her amazing legs were slightly crossed in a sultry manner.
"Oh, sorry, are you off out?" I asked as I approached the door. "I can comeback another day."
"No, no. Its laundry day. I have nothing clean, and I thought running round in my pants would distract you." She laughed.
"I better get it done quick then, so you can get back to running around in your pants." I joked.
"Maybe I won't even bother with the pants." She retorted. "Do you want a cuppa?"
"I would love one, thanks." I said, as I started to do my work.
About an hour later I was finished. I could have done it quicker, but I was a little distracted and not just by the chat.
"That was quick." She said as I was packing my tools up. "Have you got time to look at something else?"
"I can spare another hour. What other electrical disasters does this place have."
"The shower doesn't work."
"Sorry, I'm not a plumber." I said confused.