Fixing her computer

I repair computers, often "on site"--in people's homes. I got a call from a woman asking me to come to her house to fix her PC. She told me her name was Shandra. We made arrangements for me to show up there Saturday afternoon.

I showed up at the appointed time and was surprised when I saw her--she was taller than I am (I'm 5'11", she had to be at least 6'2") and fairly stocky. She looked like she could kick my ass in a wrestling match, but had an unmistakable femininity.

Her hair was dirty blond and loosely curled, and her face was quite beautiful. She was wearing makeup, but it was understated and complimented her face rather than drawing attention to the makeup itself. She was wearing a white sort of half-T-shirt that came halfway down to her belly button, exposing a flat, toned belly, but covering her boobs which stuck out way past her belly and threatened to bust out of her tight t-shirt. The only other item of clothing she was wearing were faded blue jeans which were cut off and made into shorts. They were covering an enormous, but perfectly-shaped ass and the tops of her large, powerful-looking legs. I also noticed that she had broad shoulders and slightly larger, well-muscled arms for a woman, but not so large or muscular that they looked unattractive.
When she greeted me, she gave me a quick look up and down, then smiled and told me to come in.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked. I said "sure, what do you have?" She offered me beer or a frozen margarita. "Well, I'd like to keep my head clear for the work. Maybe later." "Well then, how about some Orange Juice?" she asked, and I agreed.

I said I'd like to get started and asked her where the PC was. She told me it was the second door on the right down the hall, I went in there and it turned out to be the bedroom. I couldn't help but notice a huge jar of Vaseline on her bedside table, along with tubes of K-Y jelly and Astroglide. The bedsheets were red satin, and there were no blankets or bedspread. By then I started to wonder if Shandra had more on her mind than getting her PC fixed.