I jumped out of the car and headed for the supermarket when I saw her. She was hot for her age, and I assumed she was in her mid-fifties. The way she dressed, her dark grey pencil skirt covering her legs to just above her knees, the black stiletto pumps on her feet, the little grey jacket matching the skirt and her shoulder-length silver-grey hair made me look again. She held my attention as we walked by, and I watched her when she got into her car. I did the shopping with her on my mind, never expecting to see her again.
Leaving the store, I was surprised to see her sitting in her car, fidgeting. I put my stuff in the boot and got into my car too. I looked into the rear-view mirror and saw her brushing her hair; her youthful eyes took me. I sat there for a while, just watching her, when on impulse, I took a card out of my wallet and walked to her car window. Looking at me, she lowered her window.
"Yes, can I help you?" she said.
"Sorry to bother you, but I could not help admiring you. I am an amateur photographer, always on the lookout for beautiful people. I would love to get to know you and take pictures of you. If you're interested, please call me," I said, handing my card to her.
She took my card, smiling but did not say anything to me, instead closed her window. Back in my car, I looked into my mirror; she was brushing her hair, looking at me.
Days passed, and I forgot about her, never expecting a call from her anyway. Weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon, I was on my computer when my phone alerted me to a message. I ignored it at first, but then I decided to check it. It was from her, from Julie. I had not known her name till then, but that was how the message started. She wanted to meet me in an hour at a local café. That meant I had 45 minutes to get there. I quickly replied to let her know I would be there and got ready.
I preferred to be early to my appointments, but this time, I just fell through the door right on time. I looked around the café and saw Julie sitting at a corner table, slightly away from everyone. She was as gorgeous as I remembered, her silver hair freely flowing onto her shoulders, her smile seductive.
For two long hours, we chatted and had a couple of coffees while getting to know each other. We agreed to meet again, and Julie would text me when and where. I walked her back to her car. She opened her door and turned to me. I looked into her beautiful eyes and softly kissed her on her lips. She kissed me back, got behind the wheels and drove off. I felt elated as I walked to my car, heading home.
Weeks passed, and not hearing from her, I started to wonder if she had wanted me to contact her, if I had misunderstood her or if it was something else. I was just not sure. I felt tempted to send her a message, but I kept telling myself I would do it tomorrow. Then one night, I was about to drift off to sleep when I heard my phone beep. Groggily, I picked it up and saw it was a text from Julie. In an instant, I was fully awake. She apologised for not contacting me for so long and asked if we could meet the following Saturday.
"There was no need for apologies, and yes, I'd love that," I quickly replied.
We agreed to meet in the café at the local park. She also asked if I would bring my camera with me.
"I could," I replied, smiling.
We ended our chat with emoji kisses, and I fell asleep soon after.
I was excited to meet her again, and my excitement was heightened by the fact she wanted me to take photos of her. Oh, the pressure; one did not want to fail by taking pictures that she did not like.
Came, Saturday, I was early in the park waiting for her in the café. From the window, I saw her walking on the path, wearing a summer dress and heels, her silver hair glowing in the sunshine. She was gorgeous, I thought. She saw me and waved, and I waved back. As she approached the table, I stood up, put an arm around her waist and kissed her on the lips, lingering a bit longer than the first time. She kissed me back.
A few coffees later, we were ready for a little walk and those photos. I did get a bit nervous then, but that quickly disappeared while walking in the park. She was good at posing and finding pretty places to capture her. All I had to do was check the light quality and camera settings. She was the elegant mature woman, the sexy, cheeky, and at times the playful one. All captured on my camera.
Finding a bench in a secluded area, I sat close to her, put my arm around her and handed the camera over to review the images we had taken. She snuggled up close to me. She liked what she saw on the screen, and after viewing the last photo, she turned to me, softly kissing my lips. She did not pull away but teased my lips with soft kisses, to which I responded, the tip of our tongues met, and the kiss slowly turned into a passionate smooch for the first time. I held her tight to me even after the kiss.
She asked me if I would take a few more photos of her. I wasn't about to say to her request no, so I took the camera from her hands and stood up, waiting for her to follow me. Julie said she wanted the photos taken as she sat on the bench. I walked away a few metres, and when I turned around, I only could say, "Wow."
She pulled her skirt up so much it barely covered her arse and sat down, crossing her legs as I could see her lacy white knickers. She turned slightly sideways from me and dropped one of the straps of her dress from her shoulder. I was mesmerised seeing her like that. She looked at me, smiling seductively and softly said: "I am ready."
I started to shoot, and she kept changing her poses as we went along. At one point, she was sitting on the bench facing me, biting her lower lip, and she parted her legs wide open, showing her panties. That was when I realised it was not just any lacy white panties but crotchless lacy white panties. While my attention focused on her legs and bulging pussy, Julie also dropped the straps of her dress and pulled them down till the top of her areolas were visible. She was so hot and sexy; I wanted her, and I told her so. She responded: "l want you, too."
I took many shots of her like that. After a while, we sat on the bench again, my arm around her shoulders, my hand on her thigh, softly caressing the smooth skin, while she had her hand on my chest as we passionately made out.