Today, I met two friends, mature women from the previous summer. They told me it was a reward for being such a chivalrous man.
Alicia arrived, dressed conservatively, or so I thought. I helped her off with her full-length coat, expecting to see her in a dress or pant-suite, since she came immediately after work. No, I removed the coat and saw she was wearing thigh-length black stocking, a black bra and matching panties. There was no hint of embarrassment in her eyes or on her face. A smile came to her face when she tossed off her five-inch heels.
"Am I appropriately attired?" were the only words she said to me before she ascended the stairs. I watched her climb, watched her satin-enclosed bottom wiggle enticingly. I didn't need her to invite me: I rushed up.
Her bra was on the floor. I stepped over it, almost onto her panties. I looked and saw her on the bed.
On her right elbow and hip, Alicia smiled and asked, "Do you like what you see?"
I nodded and smiled. I looked up and down her body, looked at her thighs and breasts. I saw her nipples hard and erect.
She moaned. Alicia moved a her left hand down the length of her body, ever so lightly touching her soft, white skin. It amazed me, standing there, to watch this older woman love her body. Her confidence in herself was intoxicating.
I wanted to move to her, join her on the bed. I didn't want to overstep my boundaries, though. I stayed rooted and observed.
There she was, naked and enjoying herself. She rolled onto her back. I slowly removed my clothing, letting them stay where they fell. My hardness was lost on her: Alicia was in her own euphoria. She turned to me, her eyes half-glazed over. So close to her an orgasm I thought.
The doorbell rang. I thought it would interrupt my friend's actions. She ignored it. It rang again. Alicia slid in a finger and moaned loudly.
