I am 31 years old, and after a messy divorce from my husband 6 months ago I bought a new house. It needed lots of work doing to it after the previous elderly owner had died, and I thought the whole project would take my mind off of the divorce.

To cut a long story short, all the major work had been completed and the final job was to have new carpets laid in the lounge and dining rooms.

It was Friday morning and the fitters were due to arrive at 11am, and they did so on time. I opened the door to 2 of them,

and welcomed them into the house. Both of them were men in their 40's who asked to be showed where the carpets were to be laid. I showed them into the room and they got to work. Then the doorbell rang again.

"That'll be Kola, our trainee," one of them said.

"He's bringing some more of the gear out of the van".

"I'll get it," I said. "You two can get underway". I walked down the hallway and opened the front door to a younger guy who I guessed was about 17 or 18, and who was struggling with a big, heavy leather tool-bag.

He was only about 5 foot 6 or 7 tall and of a slim, athletic build and so I guessed he'd be struggling with the heavy bag.

"You must be Kola," I grinned. He had short hair, black eyes and a slightly olive skin. He wore a navy football shirt displaying his favourite

team's sponsorship logo and his black shorts hung from his slender waist. He was good looking in a very "boy next door" type of way, and he must have seen me checking out his physique.

"Hi, yes I am." He smiled back at me, displaying a line of perfect white teeth.

and I have several admirers at work.

"Let me help you with that bag," I almost gushed. I stepped forwards to help the young boy and in reaching out to help him with the bag our hands touched. An electric shock-like charge went through my hand.

"Thanks," he said "but it's more awkward really than heavy". He brushed past me much too close as he came in, and his groing gently brushed against mine. I caught a whiff of his aftershave and my pussy gave a little twinge. His eyes caught mine and he smiled his sweet smile,

giving me another closer look at those perfect white teeth. "Which room am I working in?"

I led him into the lounge where the other two were getting underway and left them to it. I couldn't take my mind off of Kola, and after about half an hour I found myself in my bedroom

changing into a shorter skirt that showed off my gym-toned thighs and calves and a tight little top that accentuated my breasts. I checked my make up, and put my shoulder-length chestnut coloured hair into a pony-tail and dabbed a little perfume onto my wrists and neck.

I couldn't believe that I was getting myself ready to seduce this young stud given my age, but I was aching to be touched and loved after my divorce.

I slipped back downstairs and offered the guys a drink. I took the coffees back into the room, .