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By (user no longer on site) OP 3 weeks ago
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As much as Jane declined my initial offer, she was gracious and did say if she ever needed any assistance then she would reach out.
I heard nothing from Jane for weeks, until one day, I finished work and had received a message in the afternoon asking if I was free to help her build some furniture.
Being the friendly neighbour I am, I replied saying I was on my way home from work and I could drop by. In an instant Jane had messaged "sure thing lovely, it's just a wardrobe".
I made my way back from the office, only 10 minutes away, I pulled up at home and walked round to Jane's. I knocked on the door, and there she was, all 5'3" of South African beauty. I could tell she was a bit older than I initially expected, bright white hair and her voice slightly raspy she welcomed me in to her home. "watch out for the dogs, they're friendly, but take time to know you".
I walked through the door into a stunning house, her dogs were friendly, except the nibbling! Jane directed me up the stairs to the spare bedroom, the flatpack wardrobe waiting. She offered a beer for my trouble. I gladly accepted. We chatted for an hour as I built the wardrobe, a beautiful smart woman with a great care for everyone around her.
The moment this story turned was as I was cleaning up the mess I'd made building the classic chaotic Ikea furniture. I noticed Jane had entered the room purely by the smell of fresh perfume on her skin. I knew the smell, my ex girlfriend had worn it, Valentino; it always got me flushed.
"So, when you said if I ever needed company was this what you had in mind?" Jane asked. "Not quite" I replied.
"I'm not stupid, I knew what you meant. I'm not stupid you know. I'm old enough to be your mother". I apologised for being so rude and tried to leave but Jane insisted i sit with her and enjoy another beer before I leave. 2 hours went by of conversation, slowly getting more and more flirtatious. Noticing her scent more and more, and hiding my slowly growing bulge, I started to find myself staring and her firm backside as she went to fetch another drink, the bulge was no longer just a bulge.
As she returned from the kitchen I noticed her tshirt, tight with a small number of buttons at the top, almost like a pyjama top but ready to open and reveal more. I thought I'd been careful, that she wouldn't notice, but she did. "I'm sorry, I thought you apologised for thinking that way of me young man. You clearly haven't learned". I apologised more, I didn't understand what had come over me. "If I were 30 years younger, you'd have got your way" Jane said, "I can tell you have what I'd need".
I swiftly finished my drink, and explained I needed to leave with needing to be in the office the next morning. As I went to leave, Jane explained how she had a new bed coming in the next few days and asked if I could help her out again. Same deal, a few drinks and some cash this time for my trouble. Struggling for words I agreed, "Just let me know when you need me".
I took the short walk up her pathway to the road, when I heard Jane call my name. I turned around thinking I had left something behind. As I turned to face Jane's house, she lifted her shirt, revealing the best breasts I had ever seen. Pert, tight and with beautiful nipples, hard and just perfect. I stood at the end of the pathway mouth wide open as she giggled and wished me good night. I raced home, avoiding my parents due to my erection poking through my trousers. Jumped in the shower and after only a few strokes, I was weak. Unleashing ropes of cum. I opened my phone to see her name again, "Thanks for your help, thought you deserved more than just the beers "
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