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2010-03-08

Jordan and the Lady

Every day, as he cycled by, Jordan would look to see if he could see her. He was a 19 year old student who lived in digs a few streets away.

He could have taken a quicker, more direct route to College, but he always made a detour, and slowed down as he went past the house. He hoped for a glimpse of this lady whom he described as the 'perfect woman. '

Sometimes, she would be in her garden, on her knees, weeding. Those days he got to see her well proportioned figure, and hear her hum at her work. She had such a lovely voice, he thought. Other times she sat on her porch, with her legs crossed at the ankles, reading, and he could see her legs. Very shapely, so desirable to a red-blooded male who was just discovering feminine delights.

One Saturday morning Jordan had gone down to the local store when he noticed a familiar form, leaning over the counter, busy chatting to the storekeeper. He reckoned she was in her forties, and today she wore a bright red cotton dress, with a white belt, and her brown hair was gathered up in a pony tail with a red ribbon. She was the 'Lady' he admired so much. He could hear the familiar voice, and longed to be closer, but stayed just out of the way, partway down an aisle, looking on. He just caught the odd snippet of their conversation.

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. Anyway, as I was saying, Len, my husband, is away for two weeks on business, and wouldn't you know it, I have a problem with the plumbing in my kitchen. As you know, I'm fairly new to this area, and I don't know many people, let alone whether they are capable of fixing leaks. I wondered. . . is there any chance you could help me out?"

"Well now, Mrs Peters, you know, normally I would gladly help you, but what with the store, and the baby just being born, you know my life is pretty full right now. But I tell you what though; there is a board over there where locals put cards to advertise. You might find something there. "

She thanked him, and then breezed past Jordan, hardly noticing him, on her way to check out the cards stuck on the board at the back of the shop.

He watched her for a few minutes as he bought his few items of shopping. Her hips swayed and her pony tail swished as she looked carefully from one side of the board to the other.

"No luck?" The shopkeeper called over, as she sighed and made her way toward the door.

"No" she replied, sadly. "Maybe I'll just ask around the neighbours, but I don't really know anyone that well.

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"

Jordan took a step toward her and put out his hand.

"Er. . . Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear. . . . Mrs Peters is it. . . ?"

She half turned again.

"Yes it is. Oh, I've noticed you pass my way on your bike sometimes.

Do you know of someone who could help me out?"

She shook his offered hand.

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"Well, my name is Jordan," he smiled, and added "I have a bit of free time this afternoon. I'd be more than happy to take a look and see if I could do anything to help. "

I'd do anything for a sexy mature woman such as you, he thought. There's something about that sexy ass of yours that really gets me going.

"Well. . . " Mrs Peters started to protest in reply, turning away again, unsure of letting a young man into her home when she was alone. But the shopkeeper, who had overheard, cut in;

"Oh, you'll be fine. I can vouch for Jordan, he's a fine upstanding College boy, and you haven't really got too much choice otherwise. "

Mrs Peters turned back towards Jordan and she looked him up and down quickly. A young African man, clean cut and very pleasant looking. He had a very friendly smile revealing the whitest of teeth, and a bulge down in his crotch that she found quite a turn on.

She inwardly scolded herself for letting her eyes rest there and tried to remind herself that she was married. But she couldn't disagree with the fact that Jordan was one young fit looking man, and he was coming round to her house!

"That would be very kind of you Jordan," she agreed;

"If you can call round at 3 o'clock, I'll have a jug of cool lemonade ready, as it's such a warm day.

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"

Jordan agreed, and they said their goodbyes and parted company.

At 2:45pm Mrs Peters looked anxiously out of her kitchen window.

There was a freshly made jug of lemonade and two glasses ready on the kitchen table. She felt a bit jittery, almost excited, at the thought of Jordan coming round. For some reason she couldn't get the thought of his body out of her mind. She was having devilish thoughts about seeing rippling muscles and maybe touching young cock again.

At 2:55pm Jordan rode his bike down the driveway, came to a halt, got off and parked it up against a wall. He then smoothed his clothes and hair and knocked on the door at exactly 3pm.

All the way there visions of Mrs Peters had been going round his head, which caused him to wobble and almost come off his bike on a couple of occasions, as he was sometimes so preoccupied he forgot to pedal.

Mrs Peters opened the door and greeted Jordan with a smile, looking just as delicious as she had done in the shop. But she had changed from her red dress to a cool looking loose white shift with little blue flowers. It accentuated her form perfectly with the curves in all the right places. He found it difficult not to stare.

"Thank you for being so prompt. I've found you out my husband's tool box help you.

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But she longed to see his tool and couldn't help glancing at his crotch again.

Jordan looked around the kitchen as he sat down. It had a slate floor, tidy surfaces, and pine cupboards. There was a vase of yellow roses on the table. He also detected the smell of baking from the oven.

"This tastes beautiful," he commented, as he sipped the lemonade she poured for him.

"Now, how can I help you?"

"I'll show you," she said.

And with that Mrs Peters got up off her chair and walked to the other side of the kitchen where the sink was, with Jordan watching her hips sway with every step she took. What man wouldn't want to put his hands on those hips, he thought to himself.

As she bent over to open the cupboard under the sink revealing a bucket, the enticing shape of Mrs Peters' perfect ass was shown to Jordan. He was aware of a stirring in his groin, and looked down, embarrassed.

"Please call me Meg," she said. "If you're to help me Jordan, we should at least both be on first name terms. "

"Ok then, Meg it is. "

"There's a leak under here somewhere, and I'm not sure how to fix it, but I have to keep this bucket here to catch the drips.

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"

Jordan finished his drink then went and put the bucket out of the way. He made sure the taps were off, and then went over and lay down on his back, put his head under the sink, and set about trying to find the leak and fix it.

Meg stood by Jordan, to see if she could help, and watched him as he worked, and once or twice resting her eyes on his bulging crotch.

"It's so good of you to help me out like this," she said. "I hadn't got a clue what to do. "

After a while Jordan said,

"Try that now Meg, run a tap and see what happens. "

She ran the water for a while, and then he called up to her,

"All seems Ok now; you shouldn't need that bucket here anymore. "

As she held out a hand to help Jordan get up, they both noticed the sludgy mark all down what had been his fresh clean cotton shirt.

"Oh, you must let me wash that," said Meg.

"And while I do you can take a shower. You must be sweaty after lying on the floor like that. I'll point you in the direction of the bathroom; you'll find fresh towels in there. "

Jordan tried to protest but Meg was having none of it.

"Look, with weather like this the shirt will dry in no time. "

So he reluctantly agreed, and stripped off his shirt, and handed it to her.

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Meg couldn't help but admire his amazing abs. As she told him where the bathroom was, her eyes widened as they lingered on them. She ran her tongue around her dry lips, felt her cunt tingle, and a flush rise in her cheeks. Quickly she averted her eyes.

When Jordan had exited the kitchen Meg held his shirt up against her face. As she breathed in the mixture of his cologne and the sweat from his body she murmured to herself softly.

Meg tried to pull herself together as she put the shirt to wash. Yet thoughts of a sexy naked man under running water only a few feet away kept going through her mind. She longed to see that body, and tried to think up some excuse to get in the bathroom.

A few minutes later in the midst of her mad thoughts she had a brainwave. Meg went into her bedroom and searched out a shirt of her husbands. She picked one she reckoned would fit Jordan, then went and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Are you decent?" Meg asked, as she turned the handle. "I have a shirt you can put on for now, while yours dries," and she walked in holding the garment.

She looked up and saw Jordan standing in front of her, with droplets of water down his naked torso, just as he hurriedly tied a towel around his waist.

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"Thank you for the use of your shower Mrs Peters," Jordan said gratefully.

Somehow it seemed more proper to address her formally, considering his state of undress.

He reached over to take the shirt from her, but as he did so, much to his horror, the towel became untied, fell from around his waist, only to land in a crumpled heap at his ankles.

Mrs Peters first thought was to turn and run out of the bathroom. But then a primal force took over, she dropped the shirt and stood rooted to the spot staring at his cock. She had memories of well hung young men, but had never seen a naked black man this near. Close enough to just reach out and touch.

The sight of Jordan's virile body made her feel hot. Her nipples hardened, and she felt the tingling in her cunt once again.

Jordan in his embarrassment quickly gathered up the towel and re-tied it securely round his waist.

He began mumbling apologies, but stopped as he was getting no response.

"Meg? Mrs Peters?" He called her name out several times but started to worry when she didn't reply.

So he gently held her by the arm and made her sit down on the side of the bath and he sat next to her. He couldn't help but rest his eyes momentarily on the beautiful, curvature of her voluptuous breast. What a lady! He longed to have just one touch .

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. . and instinctively reached out his hand.

But she came out of her trance and he withdrew it immediately.

"I. . Ah. . . Oh. . . Er . . .

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Um. . . I'm sorry. . . " She started to say.

"That's Ok Ma'am, honestly, I just thought you were going to faint when you didn't reply. "

Meg apologized again, patted him on the leg quickly, and then left the bathroom saying;

"I'll leave you to finish up here. I'll go and put the kettle on. Come through in a few minutes, have a cup of tea and slice of my freshly baked cake. "

They sat and drank tea together in the kitchen. Jordan remarked on what a nice cake it was. But there was a slight awkwardness in the air.

Jordan was still embarrassed because of his nakedness and also because he was becoming more attracted to Meg by the minute.

Meg was embarrassed because she craved the young Adonis.

For the next few days Mrs Peters tried to go on with her daily routine. She noticed Jordan cycle past on occasion, and waved to him if he glanced her way. But she found it very difficult to concentrate. Visions of his huge cock kept springing into her mind. She knew she had to find a way to grab hold of it and ride it, and soon. . . . .

To be continued. . . . .