"I'm here, come on down!"

I remained where I was; out of her line of sight so she wouldn't see me checking her out. As she descended the stairs I wasn't disappointed as I looking at one hell of a long, sexy pair of legs.

Not just long, but bare leg.

Her skin was fair to the point of being ghostly and my heart beat faster as she came further into view and I could see her thigh and still nothing else. Another step downward and I saw the black hem of a dress that hugged her thighs and hips tightly.

The more that came into the view the faster my heart beat. The tight black material was clinging to a pretty damn big set of tits and I saw strands of red hair across the front of the dress.

"Hi Kenny!" She greeted me as she made it to the bottom.

As she walked over to me, I noted her looks were a more than a match for her damn fine body. Jasmine possessed gorgeous baby blue eyes set over a pair of full lips painted a deep red that stood out even more due to her porcelain skin.

As I'd guessed by her voice, she was older, at least late thirties possibly even early forties, which would make her my mom's age, but mom sure as hell didn't look like this! Her age only made her appearance all that more impressive. This was no pretty coed I was looking at; Jasmine was all woman; a cougar through and through.

“Let's try again, hi Kenny!" She laughed.

"Oh, um, hi! I blurted out. Damn, what an idiot, I'd been so caught up in her; I'd never answered.

“Sorry, I was just kind lost in thought."

“Is that what you were lost in?" She winked then gave her head a toss, sending her long red hair back over her shoulders a move that not only exposed the creamy skin of her neck, but revealed the dress was much lower cut than I'd first noticed.

My eyes locked onto the smooth white skin of her chest then lowered to the considerable swelling of her breasts.

"Wow, it looks better than in the pictures!" She exclaimed and walked past me over to the table.

I caught a scent of her perfume when she walked by me to look at the table top and shook my head, down boy; she was here to buy a table.

But unable to help it my eyes roamed up and down, starting at her red painted toes in the black fuck me sandals, up the length of those damn fine legs and lingering on her lush thighs and the swelling of her full hips.

I wouldn't say she was chubby, but Jasmine wasn't all that slender and the tight sweater dress hugged every curve of her mature body.

“This is really nice." She rubbed her hand across the table and I noticed two things, her long red nails and the diamond ring and wedding band combination on her finger. Damn, some lucky bastard was hitting that every night!

"It is, it's a..." Crap! Where the hell the cheat sheet dad was made for me?

"It's a Wilshire." She said, as she moved along the table, sliding her fingers along the edge of it.

"Really nice, they're not easy to find."

"Right." I agreed, taking advantage of her not looking, I looked around the basement and spotted the yellow sheet of paper on top of the coffee table.

I sidled over to it and picking it up, looked at the list of the dozen items for sale. Next to each were two prices. The first was what was listed in the ad; the second was what he was willing to take.

The table and chairs Jasmine wanted was Four fifty and he was willing to take four. I stuffed the paper in my pocket and as

Jasmine walked around the table I recalled dad telling me that whatever I did, don't let anyone talk me into going any Lower or he'd be pissed.

The rest of dad's lecture about trust and responsibility faded away when Jasmine reached the other side of the table and leaned over it, giving me a pretty good look down her dress. I could see the inner half of her breasts along with a hint of black lace that looked damn sexy against her white skin.

“Hmmm, there are some nicks here. She rubbed her finger along the edge.

“Really?” Pretending to be surprised, I walked over and bending over stared at where her finger was.

"Yup, here and here." She moved her finger a few inches to the left.

"Huh." I grunted, and then lifted my eyes to stare down her shirt.