There are many moments in life that one can see as stunning; I am witnessing such a moment. My home is in the mountains of Pennsylvania, when the snow falls across the landscape, especially around the holidays it reminds me that God,in his infinite wisdom, allows us the time to reflect and remember the beauty in our lives.
It has been some time since I've written of my deliciously decadent liaisons. As you know, I am a lover of older men. Perhaps I would be remiss if I didn't admit that I am in fact attracted solely to older men. Most of you know that my first lover was a man of seventy eight, and he, shall we say, spoiled me for the rest of my life. My teacher, my dirty old man, taught me well.
As I revealed to you, I live in the mountains of Pennsylvania, a very rural area with magical, beautiful scenic views of rolling hills, laden and dressed in pines by the millions. The countryside is covered with a new blanket of freshly fallen snow; the local weather man has predicted that it will continue throughout the day and well into the evening.
Isn't it a secret wish, of all of us that we are always gifted a White Christmas? Looking out though the window in my great room I see that most of my neighbors have already left for their family celebrations. The few remaining in town have pillows of smoke dancing above their chimneys telling me that they are warm and comfortable.
Across the road from my home I have the most wonderful neighbor, sweet man, Ian Wilson. We've been neighbors for several years and have enjoyed a few parties and social events together. Ian's home is an old turn of the century stone house that sits on a beautiful property. The fireplace in the great room extends from floor to ceiling and wall to wall. It was quite obvious that he had a fire burning as the billows of smoke rose above the rooftop into the air. My older friend is a quiet man that never married; his business was the true love in his life. This past spring he celebrated his eightieth birthday. Although we have never dated so to speak we have enjoyed a quiet evening together with a special glass of wine now and then.
I had decided to stay home this year and enjoy a quiet holiday, my family instead would be gathering during the week between Christmas and the New Year to celebrate the holidays. Children in college, trips to the in-laws and the normal holiday rush changes the family dynamic and plans have to be altered. I was suddenly thinking that it would be nice to spend the afternoon with Ian, if he wasn't busy, so I decided to give him a call.
"Hello, Happy Holiday's."
"Happy Holiday's Ian, are you enjoying the snow?"
"Well, what a lovely surprise, how are you Layla?"
"I'm just wonderful. I was sitting here looking at the snow falling, saw your chimney smoking and thought you might like some company. I baked some luscious holiday sweets this morning and I'd like to bring some over to you."
"That's so thoughtful of you Layla, why don't you stay and have lunch with me, I have a pot of soup on the stove and fresh bread baking, I'll put together a salad and open a bottle of wine and we can spend the afternoon by the fire, how does that sound?"
There was an enthusiasm in his voice and it clandestinely aroused me. The idea of spending the day with him appealed to me on many levels. Ian is quite a charming man and there has always been an underlying sexual magnetism. I am, as I've often told you, a full figured woman. I take pleasure in the gaze of men. It is always with the greatest of care and careful thought that I dress in such a style as to enhance my assets. A gentleman once told me I strategically placed a necklace that had a drop on it to bring attention to the fullness of my breasts and lovely cleavage, perhaps I did. My style is softly elegant with a touch of sophistication. I choose fabric that flows over my body and accentuates my curves. When I was a very young girl I came to understand and so accepted how much men love full ample breasts, rounded hips and supple thighs. On more than one occasion I could feel Ian as he let his eyes slowly roam over my body. It was widely known that Mr. Wilson enjoyed the woman that looked and felt like a real woman. Perhaps there were a few longer, tighter and closer hugs now and then.
"Well I couldn't be happier, sounds wonderful. I'll get myself changed and be over shortly."
"I can hardly wait, see soon Layla."
I put together the basket of goodies and sweets for Ian and began thinking of what I would wear. I had as always showered in the morning and my hair was soft and silky, it naturally fell around my shoulders and down my back. I am blessed with deep auburn hair and dark green eyes, very faire skin. A few drops of perfume, light and almost spicy, in all the right places, and it was time to dress. I chose a pretty, deep red, lace and satin, bra and panties, very much in the spirit of Christmas. The soft underwire lifted my breasts and created a sensual cleavage. The cups were trimmed in a fine soft lace that barely covered my nipples. Since we would be sitting by the fire I wanted to be comfy so I put on a pair of soft, velour, lounging bottoms with a long sleeved top. The neckline was wide and loose, falling slightly off one shoulder exposing the satin strap of my bra. The deep green, like emeralds, the shimmer, as I moved, was eye catching. The fullness of my breasts was unmistakably evident. The fluid fabric gently fell over the curves of my hips and waist. I could feel a tingling beginning down in the pit of my stomach, an anticipation you might say of what the possibilities of the afternoon could be. I smiled; I was aroused; the softness of the fabric wouldn't hide the fact that my nipples were rigid and stiff. I reached for a scarf, very pretty, golden threads, and placed it around my neck and over my breasts. Perhaps it would conceal my secret. I put a pair of soft velvet slippers on my feet that would fit into my boots. My lashes are full and long naturally so I wear very little mascara. My skin is a blessing, soft and clear with a touch of pink in my cheeks, so all I had to add was a sheer pomegranate gloss to my lips and I was on my way.
I put on my coat, slipped into my boots and gloves, pulled the hood up over my head, grabbed my basket and out the door I went.
The walk across the road to Ian's was relatively short and although it had been snowing for some time there wasn't more than a few inches on the ground. It was a fine snow, falling straight down, the kind that tells you it will snow for hours. As I approached Ian's entry he was already there with the door open.
"Let's get you inside where it's warm."
Ian had me in the house and out of the snow in mere seconds. He reached around me and took hold of my coat; I believe there may have been a gentle lingering touch as his hands moved over my breasts.
"Layla, I'm so happy you called, this is a wonderful surprise, let me give you a proper welcome."
Ian wrapped me in his arms and pulled me close to him, I felt the warmth of his breath before his lips kissed my cheek. I leaned into his body and I felt him trembling.