[Note : All participants in this fictionalized account are at least 18 years old]
When we arrived at Suzanne's home, I was suitably impressed. It was set back from the road in a well-to-do neighborhood with a circular driveway leading to the front door. It was flanked to either side by large picture windows, the drapes wide open. That seemed a bit unusual as it was starting to get dark, dusk having settled in by now.
Suzanne directed me to park on a large apron to the side of the three car garage. One of the doors was open and a convertible Jag was visible. As we approached the front door and more of the interior became visible, I could see the profile of a Beamer as well. The Z__'s were obviously not hurting. The front door opened as we stepped up onto the front porch and Suzanne's mother was there to greet us.
I hadn't bothered to change from my gym shorts after practice and had only changed my shirt. I would have considered dressing up a bit if I had known the sight that would be here to greet me -- it left me breathless!
She was a beautiful woman, (in her early 40's as I found out), but could have passed for Suzanne's older sister. What seemed incredibly bold (and hot!) to me, was that she was wearing a beige, full length silk gown that both hugged and revealed her features in the most alluring of ways. It was split up both sides by lace bordered panels -- all the way up the outside of hips past the pelvis. It was apparent that she was completely nude underneath as the sitting room light illuminating her from behind left little to the imagination. The garter belt, flesh toned stockings and high heel were the perfect compliment to her elegant attire.
Her muscular thighs and calves and obviously firm breasts made it clear where Suzanne inherited her own womanly figure from. Mrs. Z___ didn't have the tone that her daughter had from her years of training, but there was little to criticize in her physique. A milf right out of the pages of Penthouse!
I put my hand out as Suzanne introduced us. As she grasped my hand in a firm grip, Mrs. Z___ leaned in and her perky nipples were evident through the lacy bodice. I could feel them pressing into my chest as she tilted her head up and kissed my cheeks three times, alternating between left and right. The third was a prolonged one (at least three seconds) and I was a bit dumbfounded. I had never been greeted in such a manner and I found it incredibly erotic. Was that her intent? Even Suzanne seemed a bit befuddled, judging by the expression on her face.
As this charming creature gracefully turned and led us toward the sitting room, I was mesmerized by her elegance and the flirty way that she was twerking her muscular cheeks as we followed her. Twerking was not easy to do while walking, particularly while in heels. It had to be deliberate on her part and it was incredibly sensuous. The silk covering her glutes flowed with the deliberate undulating contractions and I was developing an erection - it was impossible to ignore Mrs. Z___'s perfect derriere.
Suzanne excused herself and headed up the elegant stairway to the second floor leaving us alone while her mother and I entered the sitting room. I guessed this was it -- her opportunity to discuss with me whatever it was that was on her mind with Suzanne out of the picture for the moment. She led me over to a well-stocked bar in the corner and offered me a drink. I was nervous and not sure where this was going. She could sense that and told me to relax as she placed her hand on my forearm. The effect was electric and my erection surged with new vigor, threatening to escape the cuff of my gym shorts.
As she poured us our drinks, I was admiring the way her gown accentuated her curves. There was just enough nudity and coverage to make for an incredibly sexy image. My height gave me a clear view down her exposed cleavage and she made no effort to prevent me from doing so. As she handed me my drink, she gestured to a comfortable chair for me to sit in, opposite the sofa that she was headed to. She then proceeded to drape herself on the sofa, twisting to the side and lifting her legs as she made herself comfortable. It didn't appear contrived as she bent her knee provocatively, a generous view of her thigh exposed in profile as the gown fell away to the side. However, the most titillating aspect of all was that she was mirroring the pose of a life-sized portrait directly above her that I had just noticed. A nude portrait of herself on this very sofa!
I was somewhat tongue-tied with this, but she was gracious in her demeanor and was doing her best to make me feel comfortable as we bantered a bit with some small talk. However, she was obviously enjoying my self consciousness as my eyes kept drifting up to the erect nipples on the painting, which appeared to project out from the canvas, directly at me. The artist was obviously a talented one as the likeness was uncanny. The portrait projected a free-spirited image, one that exuded a sexiness and self confidence that could not and would not be ignored.
As we talked, she made subtle adjustments to her pose, revealing just a bit more with each shift in her position. She appeared well practiced at how to play this for all that it was worth, the revealing lacy bodice gradually exposing more and more of her cleavage as we continued our light-hearted conversation. Her obviously erect nipples were evident and it wasn't the least bit cold in here. I only hoped that I would not have to stand up any time soon.
That hope was quickly dashed as Suzanne entered through the open door. I stood up as I had been taught to do when a woman entered the room and Suzanne let out an audible gasp. I had learned a long time ago that using my hands to try and hide an erection was a futile gesture -- one that only drew attention to an already awkward state of affairs. I was rock hard and realized as I stood there that my embarrassing state was on full display for the two of them, but I was determined to play it cool, to try and pretend that there wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
Suzanne had returned to join us dressed exactly as her mother was. A long beige silk gown split high at the sides with a garter belt, stockings and high heels. Mrs. Z___ also stood up as she entered the room and the two of them were side by side, apparently admiring each other. No doubt, this was for my benefit. Mother and daughter made an incredibly sexy pairing, near-identical images of each other. Mrs. Z___ gently touched Suzanne's arm and whispered something in her ear. Suzanne appeared to be a bit reluctant, but nodded her head slightly and then excused herself. Mrs. Z___ and I were alone again.
With a sweep of her arm, she indicated that I should sit back down as I had remained rooted to the spot, my thoughts in a jumble. It was probably a good idea to take a seat as my shorts were tented with my developing Hardon. As I sat down, I adjusted my shorts to allow my glans to peek out of the cuff, pulling my white briefs to the side. As she prepared us another round, she was in profile and the light behind her effectively illuminated her curves and again, emphasized that she was, indeed, naked underneath.
As I stammered out a lame compliment about the two cars I saw in the garage, Mrs. Z___ ("call her Jenny") stated that Mr. Z___ was out of the country on business and would not be returning until the next week. She must have noticed my relaxing at that as a sly smile formed on her lips, her rosy red lipstick oozed both glamour and sophistication. She was a goddess.
As she handed me my new drink and again crossed over to the sofa to sit across from me, a sense of calm settled onto me. I had been nervous about why Suzanne's mother had wanted to meet me, but whatever the reason was, it was apparent that there was nothing to be too concerned about. My vivid imagination had construed a myriad of possibilities, none of which were even close to what had materialized. Had I worried needlessly?