A story about a brief encounter between an older gentleman and a pretty University student in the British museum. A story written about an author on literotica who inspired me to write this.
I walk across the centre of London preferring to see the hidden parts of town rather than suffer the tube. It's an early spring day cool but with a bright blue sky and the first spring flowers starting to bloom. My walk across Bloomsbury lets me see bits of history, blue plaques on buildings showing its significance - that's where Darwin lived ohhh and the beautiful architecture of London around me.
I stroll along my head taking in the history surrounding me until I reach the crowds outside the British Museum, so unlike the rest of Bloomsbury which normally sits as an oasis of calm. I walk confidently past the tourists into the bustling foyer. Where to today I think, not the madhouse of the Egyptian room filled with tourists. I always had a soft spot for the book room on the right with its first editions of Thomas Hardy, Shakespeare and other gems but alas much of which is now up the road in the British Library. British history I think and head off to the less thronged part of the museum.
I stroll past case after case of amazing artefacts thinking whoever found this was probably the highlight of their life and who was the person who last held this in their hands thousands of years ago.
I wander about and eventually reach Sutton Hoo section and as I read one card I clumsily turn to my right without looking. Bump! then a clatter on the floor disturbing the quiet as a phone falls. "Oh I'm sorry" I mutter embarrassed by my clumsiness, at that point I look and see a beautiful young woman look up at me, at first she looked slightly annoyed then as she bent down to retrieve her phone little beautiful smile came on her face as she shyly looked at me. Her face was beautiful and so young and shy but the old man in me glanced at her legs covered in sheer black tights and leading to a pretty little pleated grey skirt, well it's embarrassing to admit a certain primal feeling I had from that wonderful sight. I have no idea how long I stared at those wonderful legs but she had stood up by the time I jotted out of whatever place my mind had gone and I spluttered out "I'm so sorry my dear is your phone ok"?
She looks at it and then back at me and says "it's ok only a slight scratch" as she looks rather shyly at me. The look between us seems to last forever and I want to say something but fail miserably this is one of those random events that I may look back on and regret my lack of action. But before I can say anything we both turn round to look at the exhibits and then wander slowly away to view others. My mind is kicking itself why didn't you say something but what you are an old man and she is a beautiful young woman about 19 I'm thinking maybe a university student?
Then something got my mind going - you only live once Pete and too many times have let things slip away in your life. So before I knew it I had strolled over to her and like in an out-of-body experience I approached the petite young woman and quietly said "excuse me could I treat you to a cup of tea and some cake in the way of an apology to you"
She looks surprised but thinks for a second as she looks at me and says "I wouldn't normally but ok I'm a little hungry"
A sense of relief comes over me and I say "there is a cafe at the back we can go to"
"Ok" she says "shall we go now"
"Yes let's" as I hold out my hand my and say "I'm Pete pleased to meet you young lady"
"Sarah" she replies with a friendly "oh and don't worry about the phone it's ok"
I lead you through some galleries glancing back at you, about 5'2 I think slim with a dark brown ponytail and as I keep staring at the most wonderful legs and cute little arse. Her top has a simple cream tee shirt with a black jacket over the top and then a simple grey pleated short skirt and then her legs encased in sheer black tights and white trainers she looks simply beautiful. A youthful spring in her step makes her more adorable.
Eventually, we get to the cafe where I get her a cup of tea and a slice of cake and follow her off to a quiet table at the back of the cafe. As we walk I can't stop myself from looking at her little skirt lifting slightly and your beautiful black sheer tights-covered legs which make my heart pound slightly.
We sit at the table and start to chat about the exhibits and she tells me about her archaeology interests and being at university for a couple of years. I listen intently looking at her pretty face as she becomes less shy and more excited about our conversation as we chat and drink our tea.
Sarah gently stretched her legs out from the side of the table and my eyes are attracted to them again I can't resist them. She picks this up I think as she then decides to push them out further which causes such a complete distraction to me.
Our conversation goes so well it's so nice to talk to an intelligent well mannered young lady and I almost forget I must be the age of her grandparents and even get a little flirty in my comments. I watch her intently flicking her hair and brushing her soft lips as she eats the cake, the little shy smiles as she looks down with those beautiful blue eyes. Sarah then suddenly asks " would I like more tea"
I say "yes please"
She smiles at me then stands and walks off to fetch it and in my mind I almost think she is slightly wiggling her bum at me and my mind pictures me raising that skirt and bending her over. Oh gosh, I think you shouldn't be thinking that way, 30 or 40 years ago maybe but... As Sarah comes back with the tea there is something slightly flirty in her walk, she smiles and watches me this time as she puts the tea down and pulls her chair slightly out. She sits down she stretches her legs out towards me before lifting one to cross the other one. I realise she is watching me and there is no denying it now I'm starting at her legs causing my heart rate to rise now. She shifts her legs again and slightly raises her skirt by the action and watches my eyes follow every move as I look at her beautiful tights-covered legs desiring them massively.
Her voice suddenly breaks my dream "you seem to like looking at my legs Pete"
It's not angry but more teasing I splutter my words out so embarrassed I'm shocked "oh dear please I'm so sorry it's so rude of me please forgive me"
Sarah leans forward slightly with a pretty smile, looking at me and catching my eye "it's ok I'm quite flattered" she says in a low but sensual voice.
I still feel so guilty but her statement emboldens me "well if you don't mind then they are very pretty well actually you are very beautiful" I correct myself.