I needed new glasses. Bruce, my husband, suggested I try a local eyeglass frame shop known for its funny, clever ads and 10,000 frames. So I thought what the hell.
Hi I'm Christine, a 54 year old MILF with a body that I keep fit by eating healthy and working out at our local gym. With 34B perky breasts, slim waist and an ass to die for, so I'm told. I go braless or as Bruce and I like to call it, 'vacationing,' whenever possible, enjoying the freedom and look of my boobs unrestrained. I don't wear slutty tops but ones that make my tits look natural.
On the day I went to the shop I wore jeans and a sweater, nothing too overt. I have hazel eyes that change when I wear certain colors. The green shade of my sweater made my eyes turn green like cat eyes. I entered the frame shop and was immediately struck by the selection. Mirrored walls with racks and racks of frames. Everywhere you looked you saw your reflection. This was going to take awhile, I thought. I helped myself to the complimentary cookies and coffee. I started to look around when I was greeted by a good looking man with, of course, stylish glasses. He gave off a sexual vibe that caused my heart to race and breath to shorten. I also felt a tingling in my pussy. He introduced himself as Dave, the owner and said he would take care of any of my needs.
"Are you okay?" Dave said.
"Yeah, I'm good."
As he touched my shoulder he said, "Feel free to browse. I'll check back in a few minutes."
I said, "Thanks." Feeling a little flush.
I picked out a few frames and placed them on the tray Dave had given me. Dave returned and asked if I was ready for an opinion.
"Yes." I replied.
I tried on all five pairs without Dave saying a word.
Then he said, "I like these."
And he placed a wire rimmed pair on me that he said, "Made my eyes look sexier than they already were."
"Thanks." I said, blushing a deep red.
I said, "I'll take them then."
I handed Dave my prescription and he measured my eyes. He added up the total and I gave him my credit card. He gave me my receipt and said that he would call when they were ready. He handed me a rose and said see you in about a week.
I got in my car and couldn't believe how horny I was. I texted Bruce to get the bed ready. Getting the bed ready meant pulling back the top covers, getting the towels, laying out my toys, and Bruce putting on his cock ring and spreading out the damp proof blanket, you see I'm a squirter. For the whole week I couldn't get Dave out of my head. There was something about him that flustered me. Every time I looked at the rose I felt aroused. Bruce benefitted from my infatuation with Dave.
A week later my cell phone rang. It was Dave informing me that my glasses were ready and suggested that I come in tomorrow near closing time that way he could give me his full attention. My heart skipped a beat when he said full attention. What did he mean, full attention?
I had on snug slacks, that showed off my ass, and a black knit sweater. Of coarse I was 'vacationing'. I arrived at 6:45pm, fifteen minutes before closing. There was a red Corvette convertible with personal license plates 'spexxx'' in the parking lot with only one other car. Hot guy, hot car. I was starting to feel a little overheated myself. I entered the shop just as Dave was finishing with another customer. My heart started to pitter-patter when Dave acknowledged me. I took a seat at one of the optician tables and waited..
The customer finally left and Dave escorted them to the door and bid them good-bye. He locked the door and turned off the OPEN sign and some of the interior lights. He proceeded to lock up the till and some of the display cases that had very expensive frames. He then went into the back and came back with a tray and my new glasses.
"Why don't we go into my office, we'll be more comfortable there." Dave said.
"OK." I said. Thinking, is this usual?
I followed Dave into his office. It was nicely decorated with a large wood desk, a couple of chairs in front of the desk and a sofa with a coffee table against the opposite wall. The walls were similar to the show room walls, mirrored, with racks of his personal collection of frames. Soft instrumental jazz was playing in the background. On the coffee table was a vase with a rose, a bottle of champagne, chocolates, and a tray of cheese and crackers. Was he expecting someone, I wondered. Dave motioned for me to have a seat on the sofa. I sat down and he sat next to me and asked if I wanted a glass of champagne.
