One day I was in the shop repairing an antique chair. I enjoy this type of work and sometimes dont pay as much attention to the office as I should. Being engrossed in the work I didnt notice when the customer walked in.

She walked right up to where I was working before I even noticed her. Several years older than I but still very attractive. She was about 56 and slender. Gently flairing hips and small breasts. Usually I prefer a more rounded woman but this lady knew how to advertise.

She was wearing very short white shorts and a red blouse tied below her breasts with most of the buttons ignored. Her blouse was open far enough to make it obvious that she was not wearing a bra. So when I did notice her, it was a very pleasant interuption. Chatting for a few minutes about various items in the shop led to the reason for her visit. She wanted a custom mirror at her beach house. Sometimes a customer knows exactly what is needed and other times I end up making most of the decisions for them. This lady didnt have a clue about any of the details. The result was that I would follow her to the house and take any measurements needed and make a quick sketch of the project. Along the river, the houses are all built on piers, so when we arrived we parked under the house and I followed her up the stairs. My God, she had a nice soft place.

Not being shy, I didnt even try to pretend that I wasnt looking. Every step I had about 2 inches of butt cheek right at eye level. First the left, then the right, then the left, they took took turns flashing in front of me. Once inside she showed me the potential location for the mirror. With very high ceiling there were windows in a row high on the wall. On the oposite wall, equally high, was where she wanted the mirror. As I went back down the stairs for a ladder she stood right at the edge of the porch with her legs slightly spread. When I reached the bottom she spoke to me and remended me that I would also need a tape measure. As I looked up to reply I was looking right up her shorts. Grinning at her I replied that I might just have to make several trips up and down the stairs but that I didnt mind because I would never get tired of the view.

Her grin let me know that she understood just what view I was speaking of. Walking back up the stairs with the ladder I was pleased to see that she was still standing in the same place. I made a point of being very obvious about staring up her shorts until I was high enough that I couldnt see anything interesting. Inside I set up the ladder and climbed it to take the measurements. As I climbed she moved to the side of the ladder and looked up at me. Now, the view was of her perky breasts inside the red blouse. Her intentions were obvious by now, but still I wanted a clear signal. I told her that if she climbed up the ladder with me then I would be able to figure out exactly what she wanted.

Hesitating only briefly, she quickly climbed the ladder.

I turned around to face away from the ladder and toward her.

Rather than move to one side, I stayed in the middle, so that as she climbed she had to climb right up onto me.

Continued