I was in my early 20s, decorating for a customer they were in their early 40s no children, husband was working away just a regular customer so I thought. A very pleasant attractive woman brunette, I guess size 12. Very easy to get on with conversation flowed, I got on with the job and she was very pleased. She told me her husband was working away and would be back in a couple of days. After a day or so I noticed she would leave her bedroom door just slightly a jar just enough for me to have a peek into her bedroom. As I was decorating the hall stairs and landing. I start rubbing down the door casing outside her bedroom as she was getting changed for work. She laid out her work clothes a black dress with underwear neatly on the bed she took off her bath robe , applying a body moisturiser all over her body paying extra attention to her breasts just glancing in the mirror a brief eye contact was made, and the slightest smile. I was getting so turned on by this, must have been aware I was outside her door as the noise of the sandpaper on the wooden door casing increased, stepping into her knickers and putting on her bra, then sitting on the dressing stool, putting on her make-up, then slipping into her black dress ready for the days work.
The next day was the same, although this time I could see her black stockings, I was chatting to her in the kitchen as she made me a cup of tea she told me she had the morning off and she would keep out of my way best she could, just chatting with me as she went round the kitchen doing her chores, excuse me she says as she took a phone call. I could obviously tell it was her husband as it was a one way conversation I immediately got the gist of the conversation. It was usual stuff. Yes he’s here, yes he’s getting on with the job, about 25, I guess, yes, yes, definitely, will do, was the part of the conversation I overheard.
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