My fantasies about Leonie continued unabated and all the while, I was seeing her regularly through work. We connected so warmly every time we saw each other and it had to be conceded we probably would have if we could have.
Me being in a relationship was the necessary spoiler that kept things from progressing any further and it certainly kept an air of anticipation between us in play.
I was personally impressed by the way Leonie respected my coupled status -- she did not overstep or try to encroach at any stage, even though I sensed that she might have wished for things to be different. Having been in a similar position myself over time, I knew so very well the boundaries that needed to be in place and indirectly, the mutual trust and respect that grew within our friendship only contributed positively to the overall connection we had.
On several occasions, the casual "pecks on the cheek" we gave each other on meeting at work, seemed to edge very close to the lips -- us both knowing full well that it was no mistake. Still, although we may well have been sending each other fairly obvious messages, we kept everything appropriately in check for the duration, both personally and professionally.
Having now entertained such salacious fantasies about Leonie, it made our face-to-face encounters all the more real and intimate -- illicit even -- as I could not possibly separate the thoughts I had been having over her when I saw her. I always went away and hoped she well-knew what I was thinking. I probably hoped she was having similar thoughts about me but it was impossible to tell.
I frequently masturbated over Leonie, especially on the days that I saw her. It invariably involved me sitting on the imagined toilet (hers or mine, it didn't matter...) with several pairs of her large, soft, white cotton granny knickers wrapped around my thick, erect, veiny penis.
Thinking graphic thoughts about her ripe, mature 63-year-old vagina and the pubic hair that surrounded it, admiring the deep brown and yellow discoloration that I imagined was smeared and streaked across the large, internal crotch panel of each pair of her panties as I indulged the extreme softness of each pair of her undies around my cock, scrotum, perineum and anus.
Of course, these fantasies also involved watching Leonie go to the toilet in front of me -- both to wee and poo -- at different times of the day, with her in different forms of undress, with her undies too in a variety of soiled conditions. It was also very difficult to imagine that Leonie didn't wear pantyliners inside her knickers almost every day -- big, wide ones at that - in order to absorb her plentiful staining but also as a measure of protection against what might have been a pee dripping issue that Leonie regularly experienced.
As my fantasising over Leonie persisted all the while, something else happened that dramatically altered the real-life dynamic between the pair of us -- I broke up with my girlfriend!
The first time I saw Leonie after the official break-up, I mentioned it in passing but no more.
It so happened that I had purchased a Mother's Day gift for my ex-girlfriend that she was now never going to receive due to the break-up, so it was a logical solution that Leonie became the next best recipient, as I literally had no one else in mind to give it to.
So shortly thereafter, I surprised Leonie with said gift (which was certainly a nice one -- some lavender scented massage oil and some similar "pillow scents" that were apparently a cure-all for any restless sleeping patterns as well as an overall bliss bomb of spiritual well-being and relaxation).
Leonie, it is fair to say, was rapt.
She actually (not so) cheekily asked me if it was a vibrator, given the backstory of how I was giving it to her.
I told her (not so) cheekily in return, to stop making me blush and offered to buy her one for Christmas!
The hug and kiss she gave me on its receipt was even more intimate and genuine that I could have hoped for. It was doubtless charged also a fair component of "sympathy vote" on the recent demise of my relationship.
She immediately offered to take me to lunch as a way of saying "thank you" -- but of course our relationship was very likely ready now to extend beyond just a semi-regular work encounter -- and we both knew it.
Leonie and I subsequently had our "lunch date" about 1 week later -- the energy between us almost dictated that we should not leave it any longer - it was very much a case of "striking while the iron was hot".
We went to a nearby café and had a really lovely time, which seemed to go with the territory with someone as lovely as Leonie and thankfully, it seemed that she felt the same towards me. At its conclusion, as much as we both might have hoped to get completely caught up in the situation and its obvious temptations, neither of us submitted to the ideal of ending up somewhere private and having mad, passionate sex but instead ended the meeting by sharing yet another hug and kiss. This time the kiss (which Leonie had progressively been moving closer and closer to my lips each time) landed directly on them - it was a soft, lovely and intended kiss from Leonie and the fact that we were now kissing each other on the lips was a quantum leap, no doubt.
We also shared an extended hug which we had been doing often anyway but this was now as close as we had ever been.
To my complete surprise, Leonie took the chance at this and quietly whispered that she'd like to cook me dinner sometime. My response to this was "Absolutely!"
The following day, I was once again pleasantly surprised to receive a phone call from Leonie in the middle of the day and it was a direct invitation to her place at the weekend -- for dinner and who knows what else that we both knew would likely develop.
My anticipation for the remainder of the week was palpable, given that it was Tuesday that Leonie called and I was now slowly counting the sleeps until Saturday when our date was to happen and hoping beyond hope that something untoward would crop up for either of us and our date would inevitably be postponed.
I was masturbating voraciously for the duration -- my previous imaginings of Leonie, her huge breasts, her underwear and everything else that I had created in my own mind about her ran riot, knowing I was getting closer by the minute of having my fantasies turn into reality by the weekend.
The thoughts of Leonie and her big, white, soft knickers wrapped around my cock, rubbing away sensually as I worshipped her incredible breasts with my hands, mouth and tongue while at the same time discovering all the mature-age secrets that she kept between her legs on a daily basis were the seeds of some amazing comes during the week of build-up.
I could only hope that Leonie was feeling and having similar thoughts towards me.
By Saturday, there had thankfully been no texts, emails or phone calls of cancellation, postponement or "cold feet" that I had otherwise anticipated.
Living as she did over an hour away from my place, I made way towards Leonie's early at about 4 pm, taking a nice bottle of Merlot and what I hoped was a very tasty dessert of Blueberry Crumble that I had whipped up during the day.
I found her place quite easily and made my way up the staircase to her front door.
It was a noticeably nervous greeting between us when Leonie came to the door to let me in but we relaxed somewhat with a very loving embrace which was a natural continuation of what we had been enjoying in recent times. This was followed by another kiss on the lips but this time an uninhibited and extended kiss -- very deep and loving -- and I took this even further by laying multiple kisses on her soft cheeks before making way back to her equally soft lips.
Leonie in fact commented how soft and lovely my lips were and I commented similarly on hers.
One of the first things I noticed on arrival also was that Leonie was wearing a skirt -- something I had never seen before and something that engendered an entire new world of salacious thoughts about Leonie -- many of which now lay well within reach now that I was actually in her home.
Leonie grabbed my hand after our extended kiss and led me further inside her comfortable apartment. My eyes perused her mature, womanly shape up and down from behind as we walked, taking in every available contour that her skirt so enhanced. It was what I might have described as a "Goldilocks" skirt -- in that it was neither too short or too long, but "just right".
My imagination was racing.
"Can I get you something?" Leonie asked, more than a little seductively. "Coffee? Tea? Something stronger?"
"Well...." I paused very intentionally. "I was hoping..."
"Yes..??" Leonie matched my pause with a very knowing smile on her face.
"Oh...never mind..." I said, intentionally stalling.
"No...come on...tell me!!" Leonie pried.
"Well....", I paused nervously, "Maybe something stronger?"
