Usual disclaimer -- the following contains erotic material that may not be suited for everyone. People in the story may or may not engage in safe sex. Regardless, you should if you indulge at all.
Chapter 1
Well I saw her first in the Williams Sonoma store. She was browsing around in the high dollar cookware section and examining things at length.
Her hair was that beautiful Julianne Moore red color, fine and thick. She was blue eyed and a slim, but by no means skinny 5' 5". She looked to be a B cup bra size and her nipples appeared to be large as they were prominently visible through the tank top in the coolness of the cooking store. She also wore a short denim skirt that came to about mid-thigh and framed her beautiful rounded ass.
She was looking perplexed at the display of All Clad cookware, wavering back and forth between the stainless and the MasterChef 2. I kinda sauntered up and raised an eyebrow and looked at both the displays.
"I really don't see much difference between these," she said looking up at me. "The stainless is much more though."
I was hooked! She had the most beautiful eyes in a cute if not overwhelmingly beautiful face. She had a large mouth with wonderful lips, which I confess I was trying to picture wrapped around my cock. I know, totally chauvinistic, but I had yet to talk to her.
I spite of my excitement/preoccupation I calmly said, "Actually the stainless is more for looks or if you have induction cooking. From a purely functional standpoint, the MasterChef 2 has the better heat transfer and it costs less. Of course it isn't as striking as the polished stainless exteriors of the other line and will show its age sooner."
She thanked me for my opinion and went back to studying the cookware. I had started away when she said, "I'll take this set of MasterChef 2. You know, you have saved me quite a bit of money and I appreciate it."
"It's my pleasure, I assure you," I replied.
"Would you like to have lunch or a cup of coffee or something? My treat," she asked.
"I can't think of anything I'd rather do than have lunch with you. Your treating me isn't necessary. The pleasure of your company will be payment enough," I said.
We went to a little eatery in the Mall and ordered drinks and salads. We learned that our names were Mike and Casey and that I was an early retired 50 and she was a freelance writer. As the afternoon wore on, we were talking like we'd been friends forever and continuing to order a drink periodically. She was animated and smiling and her eyes were looking into mine and I was lost.
Casey would occasionally put her hand on my arm or on my leg. That got my attention and my cock started to stiffen some. Fully hard it's almost 9" long so it makes an uncomfortable bulge. Long about the third time she touched my thigh under the table her thumb brushed the expanded lump of my cock. She didn't stop speaking, but glanced down at her hand partially concealed by the tablecloth and I saw her eyes widen and she swallowed hard.
Pretending not to notice where she had looked or the hand so close to my cock I just dropped my hand to her thigh just below the hem of her skirt which had ridden up quite high when she sat down. I made some brilliant remark about something to keep the moment going and hoped she wouldn't slap me for being too forward. After all, the touch on my cock could very well have been accidental.
Nope. She put her hand fully on my cock and squeezed. This brought it to almost full attention.
"Is all of that for me?" she whispered into my ear. "It feels huge."
"All for you," was my somewhat strained reply.
She continued to whisper in my ear, "I want you to notice that my panties are very tiny and absolutely soaking." As she spoke she pushed my hand up under her skirt until my fingers encountered the gusset of her panties.
They were tiny, and black and wringing wet with her juices. I slipped a finger in through the leg band and felt the soaking wet slickness of her pussy lips. My finger then slipped into her a couple of joints and I rubbed up on her to find the G-spot. She moaned softly and I pulled the finger out to run it up to her clit. I felt it and was shocked. It was huge! I rubbed it for a moment with my cum slicked finger and watched her face as her eyes closed and her breath came faster. Within a minute she moaned, "Oh my. I'm cumming," and she bucked her hips slightly as the orgasm took her.
I stopped the manipulation of her engorged clit and pulled my hand out from under her skirt. I licked her copious spendings from my fingers while she watched in surprise. Then she excused herself and went to the ladies room.
When she returned I said, "We've got to get out of here now. I must have you and I can't wait any longer. Do you live nearby?"
"Yes," she replied. "In fact I walked over here today."
"Well, we'll take my car to your house if that's okay," I said.
"Lead on, then," she said.