Suzy hurries along the crowded dirty pavement heading for the tube station, it's Friday afternoon and she's finished work early, she's owed the time off; she's been working so hard recently in her high powered civil service role as a research assistant to the department of trade. Realistically she's just a well paid dog's body. Suzy has other outlets for her frustrations and the pay is really good. As she hurries past a bookies' shop she notices a young man of around twenty five standing outside smoking, he follows her lustfully with his eyes, taking in her deeply curvy hourglass figure hugged by the tight skirt suit and patent leather knee boots which comprise her autumn work uniform. Suzy smiles inwardly, briefly flashing her intense blue eyes at him as she passes, her almost permanent state of simmering arousal piquing a little at the thought of him wanting her.
She's forty-five and finally coming to terms with her changing sexual identity, welcoming her maturity and the fact that she no longer seems to be generally perceived as an overweight tart but more a confident alluring mature cougar. She's noticed in the past five years that her scattering of wrinkles and fine lines coupled with a few grey hairs among the black have significantly changed her appeal. Almost as if she's no longer invisible to the men she might actually want to fuck, no more languishing in the sexual hinterland between young and perky and the menopause. Although in many ways Suzy always gets who and what she wants fleetingly, it might be nice to have someone to have an actual relationship with..........maybe.
Suzy bustles now trying to get to the tube before the lowering October sky dumps its load of rain and soaks her through. Weaving in and out of the tourists and shoppers on the busy street, catching the legs of passers by glancing blows with her flimsy plastic carrier bag of groceries; the non-perishable makings of a sumptuous gourmet meal she plans to cook for herself on Saturday evening. She's grown fond of this in this weekend treat, indulging in a ritual of luxurious preparation.
Smiling again, feeling a warmth spread inside her; momentarily lost in her reverie Suzy crashes into someone her shopping scattering on the dirty pavement.
"Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck!" She screams in her head as she scrabbles among the the rushing feet trying to gather her items. Starting to panic, missing a key item, she notices a large hand extended holding out a tin of Spanish smoked paprika to her.
Suzy looks up to into the smiling face of a handsome lanky lad; returning the smile she takes the tin from him and then notices her plastic bag is no more, ripped apart, a victim of the brutal pavement. She moans frustratedly and rubs her forehead; the lad. still smiling, starts to gather up her supplies in his hands. Suzy notices again that the has truly massive hands, smirking as her brain jumps to wondering if he's all in proportion; she catches a whiff of him, he smells divine!
They stand up each holding some of her shopping as he finally speaks suggesting that he accompany her to find another shopping bag. Suzy smiles up at him gauging that he must be six foot-four or five, slim but broad shouldered, short dark hair, warm blue eyes and a big friendly smile. From his casual clothes she guesses he's a student and figures he would have the time to help so she nods agreement saying, "thank you very much, there's a department store along here."
He replies "no problem I'm not in a hurry," gesturing to her to add the 2 items she's clutching to the pile in his arms.
As they make their way to the department store Suzy introduces herself and asks the lad his name; "Alexander," he replies "or just Alex."
They chat casually as they walk and soon find themselves at a large department store, Suzy leading the way to the bag section, exaggerating her natural wiggle a little hoping that Alex is watching as her full hips sway through the store; she's guessing he has noticed her body, otherwise why would he have stopped to help her?
Suzy swiftly selects a sturdy cloth shopper with a funky retro geometric print, pays for it and then holds the bag out close to the boy so he can load the items he's carrying into it. As she leans in with the bag she catches his scent again, a sensual mixture of a sharp woody cologne and his natural laddish pheromones, the musky scent of a late teen or early twenties youth causing her clit to throb. Suzy smiles as Alex places the last item into the bag and stretches his arms up and rolls his broad shoulders back loosening up after carrying her shopping, the action emphasising his triangular torso.
Suzy catches herself wondering what he would look like naked, pressing her thighs together sharply to squeeze her throbbing clit she shudders, gazing up, thanking Alex again and insists that she buy him a coffee to repay his help. Grabbing his hand Suzy leads him from the store, giving him no choice; the lad looks a little shocked but smiles in agreement, taking the shopping bag from her with his free hand.
They exit the department store, Suzy guiding them through the crowd just as the heavens open, the fat heavy raindrops becoming a soaking downpour. They quicken their pace and Alex soon loses track of where they are as he looks down concentrating on Suzy's feet to ensure he's following. After a few minutes Suzy pushes Alex through a shadowy doorway, warning him to duck to avoid hitting his head. He's immediately hit by a wave of fragrant warmth as they enter a cosy coffee shop that he's never noticed before, pointing to a small table at the back of the room Suzy urges him to take a seat while she places their order at the counter by the door.
The building is ancient, crooked beams hold up equally uneven rough plastered walls. The antique floorboards worn smooth by the passage of centuries of feet and bearing the dark stains of who only knows what.
Alex weaves through the tightly packed tables past lots of important looking men in business suits to the very last table in a cosy corner, he shrugs off his wet jacket and takes a seat facing the door. Before long Suzy slips into the chair opposite him at the tiny round cafe table, leaning forward she works her arms free of her sodden suit jacket, giving Alex a glimpse of her ample cleavage as she does; setting his cheeks aglow.
As she sits up he notices that the front of her silky blouse has been made translucent by the rain, clinging softly to her full pale orbs, defining the lace of her bra, drawing his eye, spellbinding him. He cannot begin to guess her cup size, so much bigger than any breasts he's seen outside of porn.
