It was a warm summer morning, and I was on my way to a small conference about an hour from home.
I had my car packed up, plenty of water and I picked a simple black and white dress that didn't cling so I'd stay cool. Underneath I had on a black bra and thong panties. No stockings. Of course, I had on my high-heeled sandals that stretch my calf muscles making my legs look long and lean.
When I arrived, the entire room was buzzing with mostly women getting their tables set up. I'm always pleasant with my 'booth' neighbors but only to a point. I normally keep my distance, finish up the day and go home.
There's always one person who starts the introductions, and usually, that's not me, but today for some reason I was drawn to say hello to the young woman at the booth across from mine.
I'm in my early fifties with great skin, long hair and green, bedroom eyes. I keep physically fit and look about 10-15 years younger than I actually am. I think it has to do with marrying a man 10 years my junior who has a voracious sexual appetite. I've always enjoyed sex and since being married have come to enjoy all different things in the privacy of our bedroom.
The girl was wearing a blue printed dress with high-heeled patent leather pumps. She had medium brown hair that cascaded down around her shoulders, a cute little pushed up nose, big brown eyes with long lashes and a killer body. She was adorable, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her.
She came over and introduced herself with her bubbliest smile. "Hi, my name is Jamie."
I smiled back continuing to put up my display and answered her by saying "Hey, I'm Andrea."
"Can I help you set up?" she asked.
"No thanks. I've got it." She went back across the aisle and I finished my set up.
A little while later she asked me if I wanted some water.
I graciously accepted and we began to talk.
I learned that she was in her late twenties and living on her own. She was having boyfriend issues (but what twenty-something girl isn't?) and I sensed she was seeking some type of council from me. I listened carefully while she recanted her tales.
I kept looking at her sweet face and couldn't get over how attractive she was. If I had to confess, I did sneak a peek or two at her breasts and legs while she was talking.