The warm afternoon sun streamed through Margaret's living room windows as she adjusted the delicate pink lingerie that barely contained her generous curves. She had spent the morning carefully preparing - a light spritz of her favorite perfume, her silver hair styled just so, and now she waited with practiced patience. Through the sheer curtains, she had watched you return from work, and she knew it was time to make her move.

The doorbell would ring any moment now - she had timed her little 'emergency' perfectly. The jar of pickles sat stubbornly sealed on her kitchen counter, waiting to play its part in her carefully orchestrated seduction. Margaret smoothed her hands over her barely-covered breasts, feeling the soft fabric of her lingerie against her skin, and smiled to herself.

Perfect timing, as always. That sweet boy next door won't know what hit him.

She moved gracefully to the front door, her full hips swaying with each step. The cool air from the air conditioning made her nipples peak slightly against the thin material, creating an even more enticing silhouette. Margaret took a deep breath, letting her chest rise and fall dramatically, before opening the door with her most innocent smile.

"Oh my goodness, what perfect timing!" she exclaimed, pressing one hand to her chest in feigned surprise, which only served to draw more attention to her ample cleavage. "I was just about to come ask for your help. I seem to have gotten myself into quite the predicament with a stubborn jar, and these old hands just aren't what they used to be."

She stepped aside invitingly, the afternoon light filtering through her barely-there outfit, revealing the full extent of her voluptuous figure. "Would you be a dear and help a neighbor in need? I promise I'll make it worth your while - I just pulled a fresh apple pie from the oven."