Ellie stood in front of the full-length mirror, turned sideways slightly and ran her hand over her thigh and down her leg a little. She smoothed the soft material of her dress and turned back to face herself full on. She seemed to approve, the dress stopped at her knee, clinging to her legs and hips, synched in to her waist and outlined the shape of her still firm 46-year-old breasts.
She put a finger under each bootlace shoulder strap, adjusted the positions on each and again turned sideways to the mirror, this time she used the back of her hands to gently raise each breast, noting a small amount of 'side boob' on view when her hands were raised.
She fluffed up her bobbed ash blonde hair and gained 2 inches in height as she stepped into her high-heeled shoes.
A moment later the hotel room door slammed behind her as she headed downstairs to the bar. She passed a couple of men on the way down who nodded and said good evening, she felt them turn to watch her as she passed them.
She had been expecting dinner with Kevin, her husband of 20 years, but a last minute,
"I'm stuck in a meeting, go ahead without me," text had scampered that.
She walked into the bar and headed to a space with a high stool, placed her room key card in front of her and ordered a large G&T from the barman. Reflected in the mirror behind the bottles opposite she again caught site of herself, just as she lifted her G&T again. She wondered if she needed to lift the straps on her flowery dress as her breasts rose and fell inside the taught material, she fidgeted with the straps but couldn't make any adjustment.
Groups of people came to the bar, ordered and drifted off as others took their place. She emptied her glass several times.
As an older noisy group moved away a younger guy, probably late twenties, maybe thirty, took his place beside Ellie and awaited service. Her mobile announced another text.
"Now I've missed the last train, I'll have to stop over and get an early one in the morning, sorry, call you when the meetings finished if it's not too late."
Ellie put the phone down heavily, a little crest fallen, she was looking forward to this evening, now TV beckoned.
"Problem?" Asked the younger guy, as he caught the Barman's eye,
"Not really, work scuppers evening out again." and she laughed.
"Hard luck." He picked up his drink and made to move away. "Look;
I'm Tom by the way; we're having a quick dip in the sea as the sun goes down. The hotel has it's own beach right outside the lounge, come and join us." and he pointed to the double doors leading out onto a private beach.
Ellie shook her head, made a wave at her dress and said, "No thanks, I'm hardly dressed for it."
He took his time, made it obvious he was checking her out from her from knees to her hair, and looking straight into her eyes said, "Oh your definitely dressed for it."
The innuendo was there but he moved on very quickly. "You don't need a swimsuit anyway; just come and enjoy the sunset." And he moved back just enough to show this was a genuine invite.
Ellie hesitated and he put his hand on her knee, "Not like it's very far." he said nodding to the beachfront yards away.
"I'll watch the sunset." She said, and Tom offered his hand to help her off the barstool. Ellie picked up her glass, and Tom, still holding her hand began to walk toward the open double doors to the beach. Ellie was a step behind, slightly embarrassed that she was still holding this young mans hand and being led out to the beach.
They stopped on the sand and looked as the sky reddened, Tom's friends were further ahead getting their feet wet, one young guy was just emerging from a quick swim.
Ellie freed her hand from Tom's and took a sip of G&T.
"Lovely isn't it?" Tom asked staring at the horizon and he put his arm behind her, resting his hand, low, in the small of her back.
She flicked her eyes sideways a little surprised but he continued. "Yes lovely."
Ellie wasn't sure whether this was aimed at her or the view. "...And romantic."
He said without looking at her.
"Well it would be romantic if I wasn't old enough to be your mom." Said Ellie trying to take any rising heat out of the situation.
"Well, if; if you were old enough to be my mom that would make you a MILF, I think."
Ellie was taken aback, she worked through the words "...that would make you a 'mommy I'd like to f...' "
"Are you coming on to me Tom?" she asked, like she didn't know it, and he dropped his hand from the small of her back onto the cheek of her arse.
"Oh I certainly am." he said.
Ellie hadn't even flirted with a man for a long while, she was happily married, enjoyed life, hadn't thought of any 'other activity' but here on the beach, warm sand under her feet, a reddening sunset, an attractive, smooth younger man, high Gin to blood ratio; she was; interested.
