"As long as you got the curves, baby, I got the angles."
I met a nice older gentleman named Jim, Wolfman, to his friends. He has native Cre and Scottish blood in his veins, and the spirit of the Wolf in his soul. He was one of those older guys who was bruised but not beaten, looking for a pretty girl to talk to, no strings attached.
We met online and exchanged some naughty chats. I was intrigued by his comments, so when he asked to meet up, I agreed.
Friday was my last day at the library, so I cut out early. I had an appointment at the spa to get the hot date special. They started with a deep tissue massage and facial. Next was a Brazilian, a high colonic and a hot bath. They trimmed and washed my hair and did my feet and nails. I looked good and felt good, ready for anything on Jim's mind.
I wore a white lace bra, garter belt and stockings. I added a tiny white satin G-string just for Jim. Over it I wore a knee-length white dress with big black polka dots and big black buttons down the front. I finished with a pair of black, strappy four-inch heels on my pretty feet.
The lingerie would certainly get his attention, the white bra presenting ample cleavage. My seamed stockings and strappy high heels were sure to accentuate my shapely legs. I wore a light, cropped sweater and brought a small purse to match my heels.
Jim was wearing black patent leather boots, gray dress slacks and a crisp, white long-sleeved shirt. His gray slacks complimented his tight ass and the hint of a bulge showed me he was packing. His leather vest and belt were patent leather to match his boots. I found the leather arousing.
Jim is a big, fit guy, six feet tall and two hundred pounds. He's sixty with salt-n-pepper hair and a ruggedly handsome face with a big white beard, furry faced like a wolf. His brown eyes lit up when he smiled, which was often. He had a great sense of humor and many humorous stories from his year of contact with the public. Our banter was filled with sexual innuendo, continuing our naughty chat where we left off on line. It was clear to me that we would share more than dinner.
Dinner went well followed by a romantic stroll along the river. I told him about my place and he told me about his. We sat at a little table at the end of the walkway watching the big ships go by and talking.
His voice was captivating, I was staring at him as he spoke, watching his mouth move, crazy with desire for him. We both knew why we were here. My legs crossed under the table; I watched his eyes as I reached my foot under the table to rub my foot on his leg. He smiled at me, cool as a cucumber. His smile made me melt, by desire burning like a fire inside me.
We stood and embraced, looking into each other's eyes. He pulled me close, holding me tightly, my cleavage on full display, my full breasts squashed against his big, strong body. We shared a hungry, passionate kiss under the October moon.
His big white beard was furry and soft. He kissed my face and devoured my neck and ears. He whispered naughty things in my ears, wetting my tiny satin G-string.
I sighed, "Oh, Wolfman."
His nostrils flared and I blushed, knowing my scent was in his nose.
"Come with me, my dear, your chariot awaits. We shall have dessert at my place." You paid the check and we strolled to the car arm in arm.
The ride to Wolfman's place was a blur, Van Morrison's "Moondance" playing on the radio. My mind raced in anticipation of being taken by a big, strong man like him on the night of the Harvest moon.
Jim pulled up to the big country house and ran to the door. We couldn't get in the house fast enough, both of us laughing as he fumbled with the keys. We finally got inside and he hit the lights. He showed me through the large open house.
We entered through the big country kitchen. The light came on and I could see through the kitchen through the dining room and living room, all one wide open space. Jim showed me through a large dining room with a big round table and chairs, through a huge living room with a stone fireplace to the bathroom. It was past the living room near the bedrooms.
