“Hey,” Jane texted. “Can you stop by to help me hook up this new smart tv. It’s smarter than I am. LOL.” I was sitting at my desk about to wrap up my day. I switched off my computer, tossed it into my bag, and thought a moment before responding. Jane was a new friend of my wife’s that she met in church. They had taken frequent walks together on Friday nights over the past month or so, and had grown close.
I sat back a moment. I responded, “Sure. I’m just getting off work.” Jane was almost a decade older then me, but she was still quit sultry. I didn’t know her well – really, just by association. She had a toned mature MILF vibe – I couldn’t shake the image of her high cheek bones and pouty lips. Jane aged gracefully. She still had crows feet around the eyes and her skin was dappled in freckles, but she was still a beautiful woman with a solid bust line – I’d say at least a d-cup.
I shook the image out of my mind – a scantily clad Jane begging me to help her with the ‘wiring’ of her home entertainment system. I texted my wife. “Jane just texted.” I paused looking for the right phrase.