I was 18. I used to work repairing devices around the neighborhood, and there was this one lady who never hired my services. However, a hot summer afternoon, she did. She called me, and asked me to go give her TV a look, since it seemed like a cable on the back of it was broken, and I probably had to get a new one and replace it. So, I got to her place. She opened the door wearing nothing but a see-through robe. She was tall, blonde, late 40s. She invited me in and offered me some water. I agreed and went straight to her living room, where the TV was.
She followed right behind me. As she showed me where the cable had broken, she touched my leg. Specifically near my crotch. I don’t quite remember what I was wearing, but I have a feeling it was my usual yoga pants. They were really comfy and soft, specially in summer. As she kept touching me, I became a bit uncomfortable, but let it be because I was concentrated on fixing the TV.