Me and Margaret. I was a young man enjoying my leave from the Army. I had been at home for a week seeing my friends and had generally enjoyed my time at home and was having an afternoon drink when my old music teacher from school recognized me. "Hi Mr McCoy, how are you?" I responded "Well Enough Margaret"
Margaret was in her early 50's and had a medium build, a B or C cup size and Silver-Black hair with a very pretty face very similar to Helen Mirren.
Margaret said "it has been a few years and you are looking rather dapper Mr. McCoy". I reply "Margaret you look splendid yourself ". Margaret asks me "Would you mind joining Angus and Sarah with me". I state " more than happy to Maggie" she gives me a stern look and says "It is Margaret for the time being".
So, I got introduced to Angus and Sarah and we all got on royally over a few bottles of wine and some great conversation. This was easy as they were eager to hear my recent ventures, seeing the Adriatic coast line, and my travels through Germany. The couple chose to leave me and Margaret at the bar together and I asked Margaret if she would like a further few drinks?
Margaret replied "yes of course young man", I replied " and your poison is?" Margaret said "Gin and Tonic Lime Wedges", I asked "can I copy you?" Margaret Replies "of course". We talked over things for an hour with eyes beaming into each other's and some not so incidental footsy. I told Margaret I have to leave as I had to meet some visiting family members for the evening.
I asked Margaret if I could walk her home? She said of course but first do you mind getting my coat on the stand. I placed the coat on her and then ran my hands down her sides and hips and gave Margaret a cheeky wink and a pat on the buttock. We get outside and I spark up a smoke.
Margaret said "do you mind if I have one with you?" Margaret winks and pinches my buttock. We finished the smoke and I asked Margaret "Can I proceed in escorting you up the hill?" Margaret said " You may, please engage". The walk was a five minute walk and I enjoyed the chit chat on the way up the hill.
At Margaret's Door I complimented her for such an engaging afternoon. I then hug Margaret and peck her on the cheek and run my hands down her side to get a cheeky touch of Margaret.
Margaret then asked me "can you meet me tomorrow for lunch?" I said "where?" She said "Cavendars, it is my treat". I asked "are you sure?" She replied "just dress and act smartly".
When I arrived at the restaurant I noticed Margaret and she just looked perfect. Margaret was in Summer Dress and had the scent of Givenchy, and is just lightly made up enough to exude the prettiness of her age. I went over to Margaret and pecked her on the lip and said "you look wonderful may I take your jacket"
She blushed and said "Thank You Mr McCoy, you are rather dapper yourself.". She then returned the kiss and she caressed her hand down my back. I returned the favour by having a cheeky tweak of the buttock and a peck to the right cheek.
Cavendars was a restaurant close to a Michelin Star level and I saw a lot of offerings, so I asked Margareta a tonne of questions on the menu and generally she was of good humour and explained away the intricacies of each piece of food with a sly laugh. The flirting and wooing did not stop.
I then proceeded to ask "why the lunch invite?" she replies" I saw your eyes all over me yesterday, and I wanted more of it today Mr. McCoy". I replied "I am happy you made that choice" she chuckled and then proceeded to give me a peck on the lips and began to hold my hand and look look deeply into my all but say come and get me lover boy.
After lunch I asked Margaret back to the Bar of the Queens Hotel. Margaret's only reply was "Your round first" I found a secluded spot and sat down with Margaret, there I asked "if I could kiss her?" Margaret replied "of course"
We embraced in a small tongue rattle and I over indulged in some extra fondling. I enjoyed the sweetness and softness of her lips touching mine and the alluring scent of her perfume. I loved the feel of her body, especially the softness of hips and breasts and the ease at which my hands ran over them.
We flirted and toyed with each other over course of a few drinks and I set beside Margaret and smacked on a massive kiss and a handy fondle of bot breasts. Margaret's lipstick smeared a little and she then stated "my place after this drink" and handed me her knickers.
We arrived at Margaret's house which was quaint and idyllic. We get in the door and I press Margaret against the wall and slip my hands up her dress to finger her and I feel the wetness of Margaret and think 'Game On'.
Margaret undressed in front of me to just her bra and heels. She then went to use the kitchen and she returns with the wine, barefoot and amiss of the bra. Her breasts just stood out as they did sag a little but still had a slight firmness, her nipples were just perfect as they perked up into the size of a 50p piece that belied her age.
Margaret poured the wine a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc and asked me "A man can not be dressed better than a lady in her house". I obliged and kissed Margaret again and twirled her 360 degrees, to admire her body. I cupped her breast with both hands and just enjoyed the feel of the slight firmness and roundness.
I then cuddle to her back and place my hands on her naked hips and proceed to finger her as she is climaxing and Margaret said to me "my turn for a play" She grabs my erect cock and drags me over to the stereo and puts on a vinyl record
Margaret asks "Does one care to dance?" I replies "Why Not" I asked for a kiss and I then began to caress her body, running my hands over her tits and caressing her back and hips as we swayed to some Motown.
I then asked Margaret "Can I refill your wine?" She replies I will do that and she pecks me on the cheek, takes the two glasses and glides those hips and rump to the Kitchen for the wine.