He was middle-aged -- if the mid-fifties could be considered middle-aged. He wasn't six foot four, but he was a tall man. He wasn't wiry, anymore, but he managed his weight well. He had the typical gray fringes that a man sometimes gains, but he still had most of his hair. Admittedly it had gotten a bit sparser, but it was still there. Ladies had described him as ruggedly handsome, but he thought of himself as anything but handsome. He drove a late model traditionally vanilla car and dressed conservatively. He had been Technical Director at a high-tech company and he supposed that he might be considered mildly successful.
He was single and lived alone for the most part. He had several lady friends and a few were quite open with him. He met ladies in many places and many were magnets for far younger men. They were, by and large, ladies with active careers that were also single. There were a couple who were mildly unhappy with their spouse, but he tried to stay away from these. A couple of the ladies were salespeople and he'd noticed that the prettier the women were who entered sales the more successful they became. No matter how many companies disclaimed beauty as a key to success it was all bull. Anywhere you look the beautiful people rule the world.
Although ladies were not really a problem and all of those he knew respected him, he was still missing something. Pussy? It was everywhere so that wasn't it. Boobs? Anything more than a handful was a waste anyway. Ass? It helped the package, but still wasn't the whole enchilada. Legs? He enjoyed long legs wrapped comfortably around his waist or his face, but that still didn't send him over the edge. Facial beauty? It was never a necessity anymore. It didn't mean that he didn't appreciate a pretty face; merely that too many women had only that -- nothing else in the package. Brains? Now there was a fair turn-on. He enjoyed talking with an intelligent woman.
A few years ago he'd bought a camera. He liked recording memories and enjoyed what came out of a good photo. He liked to capture special moments that most people and situations would miss. Beautiful women, flowers, trees, sunsets, cloud formations were all favorite targets. He enjoyed trying to capture the essence of a moment. His latest pride was a high-pixel digital camera, and he'd used it to satisfaction with more than one lady. He enjoyed presenting a good shot to a subject, but kept them all private for his own personal enjoyment. He'd never disclose a photo to another person without their knowledge and written approval.
It was mere happenstance that he'd come across a lady that peaked his interest. He'd been surfing the net and came across a site that offered many things to a true voyeur. Is a camera buff a voyeur? Certainly. After visiting and exploring the site he found that he enjoyed it. People were more honest in their anonymity. They didn't mind discussing their sexuality, strengths, proclivities, and interests. He even found the site was founded on publishing principals. He read and devoured a good story, and it was inevitable that he would find the time to explore writing, too.
He'd published several stories at the site and had a fair number of successes. Some of the published photos were really quite good and a few of the ladies beautiful. It seemed that many ladies were, or had been, unsure of their sexual appeal and found it amazing that a man would look at them twice and enjoy their body. Personally he found every woman beautiful and each had her own compliment of attributes enhancing that beauty. And so, beautiful ladies were not a scarce commodity on the site.
What was scarce was a good-looking, intelligent woman of his age. A woman that not only had sexual appeal and beauty, but intelligence and modesty of her own appearance was rare. A woman that was beautiful, but was still unsure of it seemed to offer a stronger than normal attraction. He had begun to long for such a woman. A Hot Lady, that was an eye-catching promise, would it bare fruit? He clicked the mouse and opened a picture. She indeed had the attributes of beauty and the maturity he desired. Was she too shy, too reserved, too confident or too demanding?
