You are standing there in front of me. Your smile is like Mona Lisa's, inscrutable. A moment ago, you were sitting next to me on the couch when I asked if I could kiss you. You thought I was strange for asking but gave me your mouth. Now you are standing there in front of me, looking at me. You had gotten up from the couch. Walked back and forth a bit. Now you are standing there, looking at me. The smile plays on your lips, the almond-shaped eyes smile even more enigmatically. You are standing straight up and down, wearing a knitted dress. It is tight on your body, emphasizing your female forms, but hiding them at the same time.
Our teacups remain on the table, only half drained. I look at you, you are absolutely gorgeous in my eyes. Your black hair, now shoulder length, frames your face. We had kissed, you had said "this changes our relationship, our friendship", then put your head in my lap for a while before getting up. Walked around thoughtfully, then stopped in front of me. We got to know each other on a course, started talking, had lunch. Talked about all sorts of things, often personal. You made yourself known to me, the fact that I'm twice your age didn't bother you. Your smile, your eyes change, your gaze on me.
You hold your arms at your sides, stand straight up and down. Looking at me. Grabbing the dress on both sides you pull it up over your head. You continue to look at me with your enigmatic smile. Your white underwear contrasts with your slightly light brown skin. The dress falls to the floor when you drop it. You had talked about not wanting children. Only much later did I realize that your boyfriend had a child, that this is what you meant. Your smile, your eyes are determined. You are standing there now, showing your body, you look so wonderful, vulnerable.
Slowly you take your arms, hands, behind your body. Unbutton your bra. Let it fall to the floor, on top of the dress. I look at you, at your breasts. They are perfectly shaped, like grape clusters, the underside weighing down and curving up towards your nipples, sticking out, forming two firm buds. They look irresistible, the kind you either want to paint on a canvass or hold in your hands, or both. You look at me, now with a radiant smile. I sit spellbound, unable to tear my eyes away from you. You remain standing, allowing yourself to be watched.
You take your hands in the top of your panties. Slowly pull them down. Let them fall to the floor. Bend down and let the panties fall on the pile of dress and bras. Your round, toned butt is magical. The whole of you is magical. No hair, completely clean, as far as I can see. When you stand up, you look at me still with your smiling eyes. You are tender, with a fine female form. Your hips, stomach, buttocks, thighs, breasts form a perfect whole. Your slit is slightly open, like a welcoming line between your legs. You stand there naturally, everything you do looks so natural, not contrived, just natural, just the way you seem to want to do it. I look at you, can't say anything, don't want to spoil it, just enjoy looking at you.
You stand there, showing off, smiling. Now you have only two little white socks on your feet. You bend down to take them off. Your body is limber. I can see that you have danced a lot, that you are flexible. You bend down with ease, oblivious to what you are showing. So natural, always with a smile playing on your lips, on your face, in your eyes. You put your socks on the pile with your dress, bra and panties. You stand up, look at me. Slowly walk over to where I am sitting on the sofa.
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We had finished the course, everyone had met in HumlegΓ₯rden behind the Royal Library. You had asked if we could go and eat together afterwards. After a while we left the others, walked through Stockholm, a nice and warm early summer evening. We went to a Korean restaurant. I wanted to show my food. I ordered food and a beer each. We sat for a long time and talked. It was great to talk again. During the past semester, we had talked a lot to each other. I got in touch, thought you seemed interesting, as the only older person on the course. I was the second oldest, but still slightly younger than your daughters. You have a great smile, looking at me with interest. Seeing Me! Feels good to be able to talk to you.
You are old, I am young, but we found each other. I am social and talk a lot, you are a good listener. When you asked me to come to your house after dinner, I thought it would be nice. I wanted to see how you lived. I knew you were married, but your wife is away.
You make tea, I walk around and look at your art. You have a modern taste but mixed with old. When we sit next to each other on the couch. You put your arm around me You lean forward and whisper a little hoarse "can I kiss you?". Strange to ask, I think a bit, turn my face towards you and our lips meet. Feels strange. Was I expecting this? Maybe, but was not prepared for how it made me feel. Wanting, yet not wanting. My mind is full of conflicting emotions. One minute I want to rush up and away, the next I want to kiss more, feel you close.
What should I do? I put my head in your lap. You smell good, drawing in the scent of you there in your lap. Feeling you. Help, what do I want? What am I doing? Get up, need to move. Unsure, but happy, I think. I walk back and forth a bit, my head full of thoughts, but empty at the same time. How do I feel? What do I want? I stop, look at you. Standing and looking at you there on the couch. You look good. Muscular, work out a lot. Your eyes are probably the thing that catches me. You see me.
I stand for a long time, it feels like, we look at each other. Don't understand what's going on inside me. I have a knitted dress, my boyfriend's mother gave it to me. She thought it suited me. It sits nicely on me. I grab the side of it with my hands. Slowly pull the dress up over my head. Put it down slowly on the floor. Looking at you. You look at me. I want to show off, show what I look like. Unbuttons my bra. Takes it and puts it down on the dress. Feel your eyes on me, on my breasts. It feels good. I like that you're looking at me.
Standing there now, looking at you. Grabbing my underpants, my panties. Why didn't I take some nice ones? Grabbing the sides and slowly pulling them down. Exposing myself completely. Good thing I made myself completely hairless yesterday, I didn't think about today. Getting out of my panties, bending over to do it. Feel your eyes on my back, on my butt. Hope you like what you see? Put the panties on the pile of clothes. My little white socks light up the room, it seems. I bend down and take them off too. They join the rest of the clothes on the floor.