I remember the day as though it was yesterday, a Thursday morning. A male friend of mine had invited me round for coffee, so ok I don't like coffee but we never seem to say tea, as that conjures up images of cucumber sandwiches on the patio.
I arrived a little early; I'd sat in the car for a few minutes looking up at his house. I noticed the bedroom curtains were still drawn across and started to wonder whether I'd got the day wrong or whether he had forgotten. A smile crossed my face picturing him arriving at the door all tousled from sleep in just his boxer shorts. I'll admit I had a crush on this guy and at my age I thought I'd outgrown that along with the hot pants.
Anyway it reached 10 o'clock and I decided to chance it without a call to him to check. I took a quick look in the review mirror to check my make-up, not that I wear very much and I have impossible hair. It is shoulder length and curls wildly however much I try to tame it; it is still predominately auburn although I have noticed some grey coming through.
I'd not known what to wear and my bed at home was littered with clothes, tried on and discarded as unsuitable. So I'm now stood locking my car, having second thoughts about the final choice of outfit. I was wearing a calf length gypsy style skirt in a dark grey silk and a camisole type top. Over which I had put a jacket as it was cold, all the same my nipples stiffened as the wind hit me. I also wore heeled knee length boots of black and hold up stockings, also black.
He must have been looking out of the window, as he opened the door as I struggled up the path against the wind, trying to anchor my skirt from blowing up. He had a huge grin on his face.
"Hi there, that reminds me I must find my old kite for my nephew." He laughed as I reached the door.
"Hi, you'd lose him if he went out in this." I replied brushing the hair from my face.
He stepped aside and I went to pass him, as I did so he caught my wrist and leant forward to kiss me on the lips.
"I thought you were going to sit in your car all morning," he said as he led the way into the warm kitchen. As he took my jacket, he looked at my erect nipples.
"Oh now that is a nice sight. Hope you've been thinking about me....."
"I'd say yes but to be honest it's a cold wind out there,' I replied.
We both laughed and he put the kettle on to boil. I sat on one of the high stools at the breakfast bar. He came round and lifted my left leg, holding it in one hand at the ankle, running his other hand from my ankle to my knee and back down again. I felt a surge of pleasure at his touch.
"Oh you know how much I like boots they are so erotic......" He trailed off, as he unzipped the boot and placed it on the floor. He still held my ankle and ran his hand up my stocking clad leg, again stopping at my knee. I noticed how slender his hands were. He repeated the actions with my other leg.
"Now I've deprived you of your footwear, I'll give you the guided tour of my home."
He offered me his hand as I slid myself off the stool. As I landed on the floor he stepped in close and wrapped his arm around my waist, I looked up to him and again he leant down to kiss me. This time his tongue darted quickly into my mouth before he withdrew and released me from his hold. I shivered but it wasn't from the cold as his warm body moved away from me, it was from the unexpected actions he was performing.
We moved from the kitchen, through to the dining room. He opened the blind at the patio windows and stood behind me, pointing out the various local points of interest; the river; the Severn crossing; I did not take much in as all I could think of was him so close to me that his breath tickled my neck as he spoke.
We moved from the dining room through to the lounge, then back into the hall. He led the way up the stairs. He showed me the bathroom and the second bedroom, which like a lot of spare rooms had accumulated a lot of junk.