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. Such shapely legs. 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.


"...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."


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.


"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...

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