It was early February and I had spent the night in a hotel in Telford after visiting a client and was on my way to visit another client in Macclesfield before finally heading home to Greater Manchester.
First of all let me tell you a little about myself. I am an accountant called John and am in my early 60s. Most of my clients are based within an hour's drive of my office but very occasionally I have to stay overnight and when this happens I try to combine visits wherever possible so as to spend as little time away from home as I need to.
I had dealt with my client in Telford and had toyed with the idea of driving home and heading to Macclesfield direct from home the next morning but it was already dark and starting to snow very slightly and the Park Inn looked far too inviting to pass by especially once I realised a special mid-week deal applied. Well, we accountants know a good deal when we see one.
I had dinner and a couple of drinks before retiring early and as I glanced out of my window before slipping into bed I saw that the snow was still falling. I lay there for a few minutes wondering how travelling would be the next morning but then I fell into a deep sleep.
I woke early and looking again through the window it seemed it had snowed all night. I showered, dressed and grabbed breakfast before checking out and walking to my car. The snow was even deeper than it had appeared from by room window and I started to wish that I had taken the decision to drive home the night before. That way I could have rung my client in Macclesfield and rearranged the appointment. But as I was already south of my destination I decided that the least I could do was see how bad the roads were.
I set off across country bypassing Stafford and Stone and aiming to go around Stoke before cutting up to Macclesfield. I had done the journey before but never in snow. Snow that was still falling and getting ever deeper.
I was heading via a place called Longton when I saw the flashing blue lights ahead. There had been a smash and traffic had ground to a halt. Turning around seemed impossible and so I figured the best bet was to pull over to the side of the road and let the emergency services get on with their job. I parked in a safe spot and donning my coat set off to walk towards the flashing lights. Perhaps it was curiosity or perhaps just the need to stretch my legs but it was a walk that was about to change my day.
As I walked I saw someone at her front door. We made eye contact and although it was only for a fleeting second I felt myself drawn towards her. I got closer and she smiled a warm smile. I smiled back.
"You look frozen" she said "would you like to come inside for a coffee?"
I just nodded and walked towards her.
Little did I know that I was destined to share much more than coffee with Linda before the day was out.
I closed the front door of the house behind me and immediately realised how cold it was outside.
"I suppose I should introduce myself" the lady said with a smile "my name is Linda"
"And I am John" I volunteered, still a little embarrassed at having been welcomed so warmly by a total stranger. But that was all part of Linda's charm as I was to discover. A warmth and a generosity of spirit that made her special.
Linda showed me into the lounge and told me to make myself comfortable while she disappeared into the kitchen before returning with 2 mugs of coffee.
"I forgot to ask if coffee was ok" Linda smiled again.
"No, coffee is fine" I replied "anything warming is welcome. It's so good of you"
Linda was wearing a lime green top and a black skirt and the top was a little revealing, especially when she leant forward to put the mug of coffee before me. I tried to be a gentleman and not look but it was hard to ignore the flash of white lacy bra and even harder to ignore what it contained. My mind was wandering already.
We started to chat about anything and everything, from the accident on the road ahead, to the weather, to where I was heading to, our families and so much more.
In a very short time I felt I knew Linda. We seemed to have a lot in common and almost immediately I felt totally comfortable in her company and in her home. It started to feel as if I had known her for years and not minutes.
As I grew more comfortable I started to take in even more of Linda's appearance. She was a lady of a similar age to myself, perhaps a few years younger. Her hair was a chocolate brown and shoulder length. The hair surrounded a face that had clearly been quite stunning in her youth and was still very attractive. There was no hint of make-up but her natural beauty did not need it. Her eyes sparkled and when she smiled the room lit up.
Linda wore glasses but that was not a problem to me. I could never understand why some men were put off by glasses as I found them quite sexy. They seemed to add to the mystery of a woman and also seemed to imply intelligence in the wearer. I have always found something sexy about bright and intelligent women and from our conversation Linda came across as bright and articulate.
Her lips looked enticing as she spoke and my mind started to wonder how it would feel to be kissing them. Perhaps my mind was racing ahead of me but there was something very special and very sexy about Linda and with every passing minute my mind was wandering more and more in directions it perhaps shouldn't.
Breaking eye contact from time to time my eyes were drawn to Linda's breasts. I had always been a man who hated those skinny model types and much preferred women who looked like women, with curves in all the right places. Linda ticked all the boxes in the curve department and that lime green top showed her cleavage to good effect. Her breasts were rounded and more than ample and the more I looked at them the harder it became to maintain eye contact. I kept thinking back to that flash of lacy white bra and was starting to feel more than a little aroused.
Maintaining eye contact with Linda was not the only thing that was becoming harder.
Looking back I sensed that Linda could see the effect she was starting to have on me.
As my eyes strayed more and more to Linda's breasts I would swear I could make out the outlines of her nipples hardening and becoming more prominent. Much later she did tell me that she realised that I was attracted to her and the effect she was causing and this, in turn, was arousing her too.
