Jeff opened the door and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw her standing there. He had just been thinking about her that very minute. “Becky!” he stuttered. How pretty she was close up…he couldn’t help looking her over. Her curvaceous figure, those legs…
He forced himself to focus on her request for help. She had to repeat it before it registered in his brain. It was something about lifting a piano. She was obviously embarrassed about having to ask for his help. So he got his house keys, closed the door and went with her to where the van was waiting. He tried to think of something to say to her, but, the words simply wouldn’t come. Instead, he feasted his eyes on her legs and gently swaying ass, as she walked a pace or two ahead of him. He growled with lust at seeing her at close quarters. God, but she was a sexy bitch. What he wouldn’t give to get his hands on her…
The piano was heavy, but, easily handled under the guidance and know how of the driver. Mercifully, he had equipment which made it easier. Sooner than Becky had expected, they had it in position in the corner of the large lounge.
“That’s it then,” said the delivery man. “If you sign here, lady, I’ll be off.”
As she signed his paper he turned to Jeff. “And thanks Buddy,” he acknowledged.
When he had gone, they both stood and looked at the piano. She lifted the lid and hit a few keys to make sure it played O.K. It sounded fine.
She looked at Jeff, still embarrassed at having to involve him. “Thanks for your help,” she said. “I didn’t know who else to ask.”
“That’s fine,” he retorted “It was my pleasure.”
He stood there awkwardly. Now that he was here in her house he didn’t want to leave in a hurry.
Becky felt awkward too, but, she didn’t think she should just show him the door after he had helped with the piano.
“Can I get you something to drink?” She asked finally, “a beer or something?”
“A beer would be fine” he smiled, grateful that he was going to be staying a bit longer.
He perched on the sofa, while she disappeared into the kitchen. All kinds of thoughts whizzed through his head including seeing her posing at the window in that skimpy outfit only the day before.
Her expensive perfume lingered in the room and assailed his nostrils. He growled and felt his cock stir. …Oh man…
Soon, she reappeared with his beer and stood watching while he took a gulp. “Thirsty work,” he observed, “all that piano lifting.”
They stood, awkwardly, in silence, as seconds on the lounge clock ticked away.
“Do you play?” He asked, suddenly, sitting down again on the sofa.
Becky stood watching him. She really didn’t want him here, her peeping tom, it was so embarrassing.
“No…not me…it’s for Mike …and the children …to learn on,” she said. “He can play a bit and we thought John and Karen could have lessons.”
Jeff nodded. Now he was comfortable on the sofa, he didn’t want to leave.
Becky sighed and took a seat opposite. She would just have to wait until he was finished his drink so she could drop a hint or two about him leaving.